Jar Of Hearts
"And who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're going to catch a cold
For the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?"
-Christina Perri- Jar Of Hearts-
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It wasn't the best of days when the lone woman ran up the road, the bundle in her arms wrapped in a dark blanket, fast asleep. The woman coughed a little now, looking around with wide and fearful eyes as if the shadows themselves were watching. But then again, they might have been...
She shivered now as the rain fell down harder and more brutal than ever, then she spotted a house that had just switched its lights on, and she walked forwards, coughing once more as she bent down and put the baby down on the doorstep, looking at the door and was barely able to ring the bell, raising a hand to her chest as the blood started up again, seeping through her clothes.
The young blonde woman opened the door, then gasped and caught the woman before she collapsed, calling urgently for her husband. The dark haired four year old boy poked his head around the doorframe now, eyes wide as he looked at his mother and father in the doorway, then at the young woman that was sat with her eyes closed against the doorframe, blood staining her dark red shirt. Red from the blood he realized.
"Dean, back in the living room now." the father called now, and the boy just stood there for a moment, then heard the woman mutter some things, then he caught the name Elizabeth.
He backed off now and went into the living room where his four month old brother was sound asleep in his moses basket.
The ambulance came now, but the pair already knew that it was too late- the young woman was dead. It was only then that they realized what the woman meant by Elizabeth, for there was a baby just hidden behind her. Maybe a month older than their youngest child, but still so very young.
As the ambulance woman covered over the dead woman, she noted the baby in Mary Winchesters arms and asked for her. She was quiet, then handed the baby to the ambulance woman, listening to the girl start to cry, reminding her of her own youngest son.
"What will happen to her?" she asked now, and the ambulance official sighed. "She'll be put up for adoption if no family is found."
Mary watched the ambulance close now, then turned back inside, her husband frowning. "What's wrong?" John Winchester asked as she went into the living room and picked up the fast asleep little boy, hugging him tightly.
John understood now, then groaned. "You aren't thinking of adoption-?"
Mary shook her head a little, still holding Sam as she sat down on the sofa next to her other son. "She asked me to. She begged me..."
John was silent for a moment, then sighed. "They don't even know who she was. There was no ID on her." Mary nodded, but she still couldn't get that little girls bright blue eyes from her mind.
"How about you Dean?" she asked her son now, and he grimaced as he folded his arms. "I don't like girls. Horrible... things."
John chuckled at that, but then saw his wifes expression and knew there was no way to dissuade her-
If no family was found, the family was gaining a little girl called Elizabeth.
A few days later, the family went up to the hospital and found the little girl fast asleep in the childrens ward, her hair was thick and the prettiest white blonde they'd ever seen.
Dean walked over now and went up on tiptoes and wrinkled up his nose. "Why can't it be a boy instead? Girl's are gross."
Mary chuckled at that, then finally got her hands on the little girl again and picked her up. "Don't be so mean. She's sweet."
John watched from the doorway, then the adoption woman walked forwards and tapped his back, making him step out the way as she chuckled. "Excuse me."
She walked in now and set down the paperwork. "There was nothing at all on the child or mother. It seems like the mother, Fiona Ricci had the child, Elizabeth, somewhere other than a hospital."
Mary listened in silence with Elizabeth in her her arms, then asked. "What about family?"
The official shook her head. "There was nothing. The paperwork is all here if you are still interesting in adopting."
"Yes we are." John said now, surprising Mary, as she had thought he was so against a new daughter.
It wasn't that long after that the new little girl was getting settled into her shared room with Sam, who she actually didn't get annoyed at. Especially when it came to Dean who had a tendency to poke her, then run off laughing, then sulking as his mother or father told him off.
But just a mere two months later, the house fire tore the family apart and John fled with his now three children, silently promising his wife that he'd take care of Elizabeth like she so wanted, but thought he was against it.
14 Years Later...
Many things could change in fourteen years, and they had.
Elizabeth was lying in bed with her elder brother of sorts now, fast asleep like the other occupants of the room. There was a loud bang now, and she sat bolt upright, making the other person in the bed she was sharing sit up too and say swiftly.
"What is it Ellie?"
Ellie shook her head now as Dean switched on the lamp, looking tired and bleary eyed. "Bad dream I think." she sighed, then the other light switched on and there was a groan of.
"What's going on?"
She looked over to Sam now and chuckled, but Dean beat her.
"Elephant here dreaming about some naked guy again."
"Hey-!"
Dean chuckled, then lay back down as he smirked at his little sister getting up, then scowled as she yanked the covers off with a smirk, making him sit up once more and grab them, ignoring his brothers raised eyebrow- he was all too used to his elder siblings arguing over trivial things... usually food. They were too alike when it came to that.
"You're such a dick!" she scowled now, letting go and Dean jolted backwards, smacking the back of his head on the wall, throwing the pillow at Elizabeth in annoyance.
"That hurt bitch!"
She chuckled now, but soon shut up when he glowered at his adopted sister who just stood at the bottom of the bed and just smirked. "Big head."
Dean got up now and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and dampening it, putting it to the back of his head and sat on the side of the bathtub.
"Sorry." Elizabeth said now, sitting down next to her seventeen, very nearly eighteen year old brother. "Don't worry." he sighed, looking to her, then spied his brother watching with a smirk on his face and called.
"Oi. Sleep now."
Sam raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "And miss Lizzie kicking your ass again? Hell no."
"Sammy."
Elizabeth tapped the back of his head now as he growled quietly, making him swear.
"I'm going to kill you in a moment Ellie."
She laughed, then went back into the bedroom and got into the bed with Sam, pulling the covers over them and lay down, saying to him. "Do you think dad'll be back soon?"
He sighed, then put an arm around her, hugging her. "I don't know."
Ellie was silent, then said quietly. "Dean hates me, doesn't he?"
Sam scowled at that, then shook his head. "He doesn't. You know that."
"I'm finding it hard to believe..." she sighed, closing her eyes, thinking about school the next day. If she wasn't in the same classes as Sam, she wouldn't really bother with the place. But then again, Sam was always the one she got on along so well with.
Ever since she found out she was adopted, it made the pair stick even more closer together.
Elizabeth was fine with being adopted, but still couldn't understand why her mother just took her to that house, then died without another word except from asking Mary to look after her and her name was Elizabeth Ricci.
That was all she knew of her birth mother. There was nothing at all about her father, but John Winchester was the father figure in her life now, even if he was away rather alot. Both boys knew he had a special connection with Elizabeth, trying to uphold the promise he'd given their mother on bringing her up as his own daughter.
"Night." Ellie said now, closing her eyes and letting Sam hug her closer, the December night freezing cold. The light in the bathroom went off now as Dean returned back to his bed that was now devoid of Elizabeth.
Just a normal day in their messed up lives.
So, it's been mooonths since I last wrote anything Supernatural, and I still need to watch season 6 (just four more months to wait:( living in Britain sucks ass sometimes.) so! Back with a bang and a big story! Hope people like it and reviews are very much welcomed as been so long^_^ x Nic
