Title: The Roadhouse Blues
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: contains violence, bad language and smut
Chapters: ?/?
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I own jackshit, sorry
Summary: Tallie is found broken and bleeding after a long time missing. No one knows what happened or where she's been.
Pairing: Dean/Tallie. Sam/OFC. But other characters are involved
Archive: Please ask first
Written: 2008
Feedback: as always, yes please but nits and shreds by PM only, thanks
Author's Notes: ok, so I started out on my little fangirl trip and this story stems from a story idea within a story idea. Leave 'em alone and the plot bunnies breed rapidly. I blame Monte for the plot bunny this time.
Chapter 1:-
Dean got out of the Impala and carefully shut the door. Sam on the other hand got out and slammed his door hard. Dean shot his baby a soothing glance and a death glare at the oblivious Sam. Following the line of his little brother's eyes, Dean finally saw what Sam saw.
To the side of the Roadhouse, a pair of booted legs stuck out barely visible in the dark of night.
Silently, they nodded to each other and circled the bar until they each came at the legs from different angles. Even in the dark, Dean could make out the heavy – shiny – bloodstains that streaked the owner's legs. He held up his hand to Sam as a warning, and Sam nodded in reply.
"You okay there?" Dean asked the figure, closing in tighter. He was shocked to see that it was a woman, and just about every part of her was stained with fresh, wet blood. Her long dark hair hung in clumps and her hands were raw and bloody.
Still, the woman didn't move and Dean dropped down to a crouch beside her. Picking up her wrist, he checked for a pulse and found a faint thump, thump, thump pulsing away beneath her skin.
"Help me, Sammy. Let's get her inside." Dean was already pulling her into his arms and lifting her.
"She still alive?" Sammy peered at her as Dean carried her to the front of the Roadhouse.
"Barely. There's blood everywhere and I can't tell if it's hers or not."
Sam pushed open the bar door and Dean carried her through into the barely lit bustling joint.. Everyone stopped and stared like a bad movie scene.
"Whatcha got there, Dean?" Ellen's voice cut through the now silent room.
"Found her out back, leaning up against the wall. All bloodied up." Dean told her. "You got somewhere I can put here?"
Ellen stared as though she was seeing the devil himself. Her mouth dropped open in an 'o' of surprise. Jo, who had just served a customer, dropped her tray with a clatter on the ground.
Sam looked at Dean, who looked back at Sam. Both of them turned back to Ellen. "You know her?"
"Tallie." Ellen and Jo spoke together.
"Tallie?" Sam and Dean echoed in unison.
Ellen gave herself a shake and came out from behind the bar. "Follow me," she instructed them.
Ellen led the way, Dean with the Tallie, Sam and Jo tagged behind. The private quarters of the bar were upstairs, and they entered what looked like a guest room.
"Put her on the bed for me, Dean. Thanks," Ellen's voice was tainted with emotion.
"So, who is she Ellen?" Sam asked.
"She's my daughter. Jo, go fetch my medi-kit and some hot water. Now!"
Jo nodded and without a word of back-chat disappeared to fetch the tings her mother had asked for.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances again, a million questions on the tips of their tongues.
Ellen was busy kneeling by the bed, pushing the girl's hair back from her bloodstained face, forgetting Sam and Dean's existence. They could hear her faint whisper and she checked the girl – woman – for injuries.
"What happened, Ellen? And why didn't we know about her?" Dean jerked his head at the woman lay unconscious on the bed.
"Later guys, ok?" Ellen told them. "Let me see to her and then we'll talk."
Jo came bustling back into the room carrying a large medi-bag and a jug of hot water. Under her arm were rolled up towels. She gave them both a sideways glance before crouching beside her mom and helping with her sister.
Shrugging, Dean jerked his head towards the door and Sam followed his older brother out onto the landing.
"Daughter?" Dean still couldn't believe Ellen had another daughter that neither of them knew about and no one had mentioned before now.
"Got me." Sam was rubbing his forehead. "How come not even Bobby's ever mentioned her?"
"No clue, Sammy. But I know one thing, before this night's out we will know what the hell's going on."
They both wandered down to the bar and got a drink, finding a quiet corner to fill until either Ellen or Jo made their way down to start explaining. Dean had tried ringing Bobby but there'd been no answer and no one in the bar looked like they were going to talk.
An hour and three beers each later, Jo finally emerged from upstairs. "Mom told me to tell you to meet her back upstairs. Same room. She'll tell you everything." Her eyes were wet, lashes darkened by tears, face streaked and smeared with her sister's watered down blood.
Dean was up and on his feet in an instant. He was already half way upstairs before Sam managed to unfold himself from the low seat he'd been occupying. "Jo? You okay?"
"I can't do this, Sam. I can't keep holding mom up all the time. Everyone thinks she's this strong woman, able to keep everything together…but she isn't. First Dad, now Tallie." Jo was mumbling more to herself than she was talking to Sam. Big tears welled in the corners of her eyes, and she sniffed hard, swallowing back the sob that was choking her.
"Jo…why don't we know about Tallie?" Sam asked.
"Ask mom. She'll explain everything. I need to…err…I need…I" The sob flowed out roughly between deep panting breaths.
"You need to sit down and breathe."
"I'm okay, Sam. I'm just so relieved that she's ok. I thought she was dead. We all did. You'd better get up there or mom'll be complaining that she has to say everything twice – and you know how much she hates that." She tried to smile through her tears.
Sam nodded and took the stairs two at a time to join Dean at the door of the bedroom they'd left Tallie and Ellen in.
"How's Jo?" Dean asked as he knocked on the door.
"I think she's shocked more than anything. Said Ellen'll explain everything."
The door creaked open a few inches and Ellen's weary face peeked out. "C'mon in boys," she spoke in a hushed voice as if a sleeping child lay beyond not an unconscious woman.
Dean stuck his hands in his pockets and shuffled into the nearest corner. His eyes were on the pale figure now tucked up under the covers. Her face was covered in a mass of purplish bruises, her lip spilt and he guessed swollen. Her neck bore a welt obviously caused by some sort of chain as the pattern could be easily seen. Her wrists had been bound for some time, bruises and open sores marred the white skin.
"Wow," Sam exclaimed when he saw her.
"Yeah," Ellen answered. "Someone went to work on my baby. Made a mess out of her. Broken ribs, broken nose, cuts and bruises all over her. But I'm guessing most of that blood that was on her belonged to whatever she killed."
"Start at the beginning Ellen. How come we know nothing about her?" Dean's voice was stern, firm.
"To be honest, didn't seem much point mentioning her. Thought she was dead long ago. She was always the headstrong one. Think Jo's a handful? Well, she's a mommy's girl compared to this wild thing lay here." She paused and turned to smile down at her daughter. "She was always off hunting. Nothing would stop her. She'd hear tales down in the bar, other hunter's bragging about their kills and she had to be off the moment she turned 18. Then, two years ago, one of her friend's got herself killed by a particularly nasty vampire. Tallie was out here so fast the only thing we saw was dust. It was the last time we saw her. Hunter's passing through hadn't head anything about her…nobody had. It was like she'd just disappeared off the face of the earth. Till tonight."
"But why not tell us?" Sam asked quietly.
"Didn't seem much point to be honest. It'd been hard enough losing Bill. Losing my baby was just too much."
Dean shuffled from foot to foot as the biggest questioned burned like ashes on his tongue. "Ellen, you said vampires…"
"I've checked every inch of her body. No sign at all that's been bitten. Her eyes haven't changed as far as I can tell, though they are pretty swollen up."
"That's good. That's a start." Dean eyes were locked on Tallie, pale on the dark blue sheets.
"I want you two to find who – what – ever did this and kill those sons of bitches." She spat the words out at Dean and Sam. "I want you both here when she wakes up. And when she's told you what she knows, I want you out there, hunting the bastards and make them suffer for every bruise and cut and broken bone they've given her. You got that?"
"Yes ma'am," they answered in unison.
It was going to be a long night at the Roadhouse.
