A/N: New Story! It's my first time writing a Supernatural FF. Bear with me!
Chapter One
Ella
"Hey, are you okay?" I hear a husky, rough, male voice ask. I don't realize he's talking to me till he repeats himself. I open my eyes and the sun momentarily blinds me. When my eyes focus, I see green eyes, blonde hair, and a dirty face. Dirty face? Why is his face dirty?
"Why is your face dirty?" I recognize the man. Where have I seen him before?
"I just woke up from the dead."
"What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?"
"That's what I want to know about you." His voice is husky and dry. He needs water.
"Ella. Ella Jackson."
"Dean."
"As in Winchester?" I knew I knew him from somewhere. I knew his father, John. He's shocked and is immediately defensive. "Sorry. I'm an open book and I couldn't help but remember you from somewhere. I know John." He doesn't trust me and is in a sour mood since I brought up his father. "Let's find someone who will give us a ride to the nearest gas station. You need some water for your throat." He doesn't nod or say anything. He just gets up and starts walking. I trail behind him, but feel unwelcome, like I'm intruding.
I didn't know I was going to be here. I was in my room painting my finger nails for a date night with my dad and I was here when I woke up. I'm not sure how I blacked out.
After a while we get a ride from an old sleeze and Dean makes me sit in the backseat away from the sleeze. At least Dean knows how to respect a woman.
The man pulls over once we cross state lines and says there's a convenience store soon. It's the middle of no-where and we walk to it. It's empty and he takes his shirt, puts it over his hand and forearm and punches the glass to open the door. It works. He goes in and goes straight for the water. He drinks half a bottle immediately and then tosses me one. I catch it and drink some. He gets snacks and looks at a some porn magazines. I don't want to know which ones. I don't particularly care.
He looks in the mirror in the bathroom and lifts his shirt. I see a hand print on his arm and refrain from gasping. His mind must be racing right now.
He takes money out of the register. And if karma is being a bitch and telling us that it's not cool to steal, the TV turns on by itself. I turn it off and give Dean a weird look. He reciprocated the look. The TV turns itself back on and the radio does too. It's weird and they won't turn off. Dean grabs salt and lines the doors and windows. Then this ear piercing noise starts. The windows start exploding and Dean covers me, so I don't get cut up by the flying glass, behind the counter.
It stops and I turn to Dean. "What the hell was that?" He asks.
"I have no idea. Let's get out of here." I say and we walk out and Dean spots an old abandon car. He hot wires the car and we start driving.
He explains that we are going to Bobby's house. I ask who Bobby is and he responds with, 'the only man who is the closest thing to a father right now.' I was confused. Didn't Dean have an alright relationship with John?
We get there the next day and Bobby answers the door.
"Surprise," Dean says, happy that he's with Bobby. Bobby stutters and Dean says, "me neither, but here I am," and walks in. Bobby and Dean immediately go at it. Bobby trying to kill Dean because he thinks he's, well not Dean, don't know why he wouldn't other than the fact that Dean just came back from the dead. "Bobby! Bobby, it's me!"
"My ass."
"Whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer, you became a hunter after your wife got possessed, you're about the closest thing I have to a father." Hunter? Possessed? I guess I really need to do some catching up on the Winchesters. "Bobby, it's me." Bobby slowly walks up to Dean and touches his shoulder, then tries to attack again with a silver knife. "I'm not a shapeshifter."
"Then you're a revenant." Dean proves that he isn't either by cutting his arm with the silver knife. "Dean?" Bobby says.
"That's what I've been trying to tell ya." Bobby embraces Dean in a hug and Dean hugs back.
"How did you bust out?"
"I don't know. I just woke up in a pine bo..." then water is splashed in his face. "Not a demon either."
"Sorry, can't be too careful. Who's she?"
"She was laying on the ground unconscious when I crawled my way out of the ground." I walk up and introduce myself.
"Ella Jackson. Pleased to meet you." I shake his hand and he's confused. "Now can y'all tell me what the hell is going on? I am so confused."
"Where are you from?"
"Not Sioux Falls. I was born in Louisiana, stayed till I was five, moved to southern Kansas. I'm twenty-six."
"Alright, we will tell you a brief story," Bobby says. Dean looks like he wants to keep me in the dark a little bit longer but too bad for him. Bobby explains the job him and the boys do. Oh yeah, Dean does have a little brother around my age, I remember that.
"Sam's numbers not workin'." Dean says after Bobby tells me a brief story and I let it all sink in.
"Well, he's alive as far as I know."
Dean is relieved. "Good." He walks around to the side of the desk Bobby is sitting at and says, "wait, what do you mean as far as you know?"
"I haven't talked to him for months."
"You're kidding. You just let him go off by himself?"
"He was dead set on it." Bobby gets up and starts to walk around.
"Bobby, you should of been lookin' after him."
"I tried," he says turning to Dean. "These last month haven't been exactly easy you know? For him or me. We had to bury you."
"Why did you bury me anyway?"
"I wanted you salted and burned, the usual drill, but Sam wouldn't have it."
"Well, I'm glad he won that one."
"Said, you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said. He was quiet, real quiet. Then, he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he don't wanna be found." Dean is stressed and pissed and sits down at the computer.
"He did get me home alright. Whatever it is, is bad mojo. You should have seen the gravesite."
"Looked like a nuke went off," I say. Dean nods. "Then there was this force, this presence, we don't know. But it blew past us at a uh, Phillip joint."
"And then this." Dean takes his jacket off and rolls his sleeve up, exposing the hand print. I can't help but to gasp this time. It looks so painful. Bobby is defensive.
"What in the hell?"
"Looks like a demon just yanked me out or rode me out. I don't know."
"You think Sam made a deal?"
"It's what I would have done." Dean tracks Sam's phone while Bobby and I talk in the kitchen.
"Why did he bring me here?" I ask him.
"I'm not sure. Why were you at the gravesite?"
"Not sure. I was painting my finger nails getting ready for a dinner date with my dad and next thing I know, I'm waking up in the middle of nowhere, a thousand miles away from home."
"So you teleported?"
"I guess. Unless I'm an episode of Fringe and this is a different dimension, but I remember meeting John Winchester when I was younger. I thought he was just a friend of the family. I didn't grow up with this hunting thing. I knew little bits and pieces but I thought it was all pretend, to help me fall asleep at night."
"Well, it's not. It's all real."
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois. Right where I popped up and found El. Hell of a coincidence, don't ya think?"
We get to the Astoria Hotel in Pontiac and walk to room 207, Sam's room. Maybe I'll remember Sam. A girl opens the door and asks about pizza.
"It takes three people to deliver?"
"I think we have the wrong room," Dean says. He's about to apologize, when a tall man with dark long hair walks into the open. He stops midstep and sees us three. "Hey ya Sammy." Dean walks in and Sam attacks him. Bobby controls Sam and convinces him it's really Dean. "I know, I look fantastic, huh?" I stand next to the girl who's in her underwear and a tank top by the door letting the boys have their moment. Sam and Dean embrace.
"So are you two, like together?" The girl next to me asks.
"What? No, no. He's my brother."
"Oh, got it. I guess, look I should probably go."
"Yeah, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry." Sam escorts her out when she gets dressed, get's her name wrong, and doesn't really promise to call her. Idiot. He turns to Bobby, Dean, and I and looks at me. "Ella?"
"You actually recognize me?"
"Of course. I've always been good with faces." I stand from the leopard print couch, which is very tacky by the way, and hug him. "How are you? I haven't seen you since we were what? Eight?"
"I think so. But I'm good. Little confused. Talk to Dean, though. It'll make more sense if he tells the story." Dean tells the story, Bobby tells us there's a psych out there who will help us with finding out what brought Dean out of hell, we leave the next day.
It's a bust. The psych, Pamela, she's blind now. She didn't get to help me figure out why I'm here or help Dean. Though Dean was somewhat glad because he got his 1967, black, Chevy Impala, four-door, hard top back and he was driving it. We stop at a diner, and I encounter my first demon. It was nerve wracking but I was on the inside of the booth, protected by Dean.
On our way back to the hotel Sam if staying at, I start to ask some questions.
"So, I'm not asking for your life's story, but can you tell me why you two when into hunting?"
Sam answers instead of Dean. "Our dad forced us into it. I left for a while, went to college, but now I'm back."
"What made you start hunting again?"
"We were looking for our dad. Found him." I could tell it's a hard subject so I let it go till they feel comfortable telling me.
"Alright, can I call my dad?"
"No," Dean answers.
"And why not?"
"Because, what are you going to say to him when he answers worried out of his mind, looking for you. You won't know and you can't just blurt out what you know."
"Can't I at least just tell him I'm safe and that he should quit looking?" He doesn't respond. Sam looks at me in the mirror and nods slightly. I'm glad.
When we get back to the hotel, Dean falls asleep reading and Sam let's me call my dad.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Daddy? It's me."
"Oh, Ella. Thank God. Where have you been? I've been worried sick."
"I'm alright, Daddy. I just wanted to tell you I'm alright. I left town for a few days. I don't know how long I'll be gone. It was an emergency and I'll call you back in a few days to a week."
"But Ella, where are you?"
"I can't tell you Dad. I'm sorry. Don't call this number please. It's not my phone, it's an acquaintance's. I love you." I hang up and give Sam's phone back to him. "Thank you."
"At least you put his mind at ease."
"I sure hope so. Or else, that was a waste of a call." I sit on the same couch as Dean, just different side and fall asleep myself.
I wake when I hear the TV and radio on at the same time. Dean does too. He puts the book down and rolls past me, grabbing his shotgun and standing, ready for anything. The ear piercing noise get's so loud that Dean, drops his gun and the ceiling ruptures. I cover myself just as the windows break and the ceiling drops on top of me, Dean moves out of the way just in time. I groan in pain as it lands on me.
Bobby comes in and shouts at us to get out and I can't move. The noise stops and Dean scrambles to get up. His ears are bleeding and he has cuts every where, but that doesn't stop him. He gets to me and carries me out of the room, Bobby follows. He sets me down in the hall and examines me.
"Are you okay?" Dean asks.
"Peachy." I try to move and I can, it's just very painful. There are shards that are cut very deep in my arms but I covered myself well enough that the glass did not hit major arteries or veins. "Oh, no. I'm not okay. It hurts really bad." He guide me to the elevator and we get in. We go to the car and Dean get's the glass shards out of my arms and legs. I'm bleeding every where, but I can manage.
Bobby, Dean, and I leave to encounter this thing once and for all. Bobby summons the mysterious thing after Dean, but it doesn't immediately come. It takes a while then we heard the rafters on the barn roof move around and the doors slid open and in walks this normal looking guy.
"Plug your ears," Dean says. I do and his and Bobby shoot at the man. "Who are you?" Dean asks, picking up a knife as the man walks to his side.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
"Yeah, thanks for that." Dean stabs him and nothing happens. The man get's a little irritated. He pulls it out and drops it. Bobby tries to attack but the man makes him fall unconscious.
"We need to talk Dean," The man says. "alone."
"Who are you?"
"Castiel."
"Yeah, I figured that much. I mean, what are you?"
"I'm an angel of the lord."
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."
"This is your problem Dean. You have no faith." Lightning strikes several times and the light illuminates giant wings on the back wall and ceiling behind Castiel. It soon stops and he turns to me. "And you are Ella." I moves to place his hand on my head.
I bend back. "No. Don't touch me." He ignores what I say and presses two fingers to my forehead.
"Is that better?" I don't feel pain any longer. I look at my body and I don't see any scratches. I nod.
"Thank you." I say.
Dean is still upset. "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be overwhelming to humans. So can my real voice. You two already knew that." Castiel's eyes are still on my body.
"You mean the gas station and the motel?" I ask. Castiel nods. "That was you talking to us?" He nods once more. "Buddy, next time lower the volume. Too loud." I look over and see Dean slightly smirking.
"It was my mistake." He turns to Dean as he apologizes. "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you two might be a couple of them." Castiel looks back to me. "I was wrong."
"What visage are you in now huh? Holy tax accountant?" Dean says being a smart ass. I chuckle.
"This? This is a vessel."
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Castiel looks back to Dean.
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Look pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"
Castiel is confused now. "I told you."
"And why would an angel rescue me from hell? Or put her here in the middle of this drama."
"Good things do happen, Dean. What's the matter?" Castiel looks at Dean intently. "You don't think you deserve to be saved."
"Why did you do it? Why bring him back?" I ask.
"Because God commanded it. He commanded I bring you here also." I'm confused and scared. "Because we have work for both of you." Then the angel is gone and it's just Dean and I standing over Bobby's unconscious body.
"Are you okay?" Dean asks. I nod.
"I don't have anymore injuries. He healed them all."
"Well I don't believe him just yet."
"I wouldn't either. But I don't hurt any more so that has to count for something." He shrugs and bends to get Bobby. "Need any help wakin' him up?"
"No. I'm sure he will soon. We just have to be patient."
When Bobby does wake up, we go back to the motel, Dean drives this time, but I'm still in the back. I'm sure I'll be in the back of the car for a long time while I'm with the Winchesters.