Author's note: This is my first attempt at supernatural fan fiction, so go easy on me please.
A/N: Ellen's thoughts on hearing of john's death.
For a long time after Bill died, she couldn't bear to think of John by his name. It was just him. Or maximum, that man or that john.
For ten years to be exact.
Then after that ,so many things changed, new pains that took over the old, new things to worry about, that, Ellen got her head around. Like a really annoying, obnoxious, pre-teen who "didn't fit in school" and the sort of life her daughter was starting to know about and want.
She would never forgive Gordon for teaching Jo how to shoot, how to track and what not.
But then, as luck would have it, when jo was 13 and on her first hunt and all things that went wrong, who was the man who saved jo's life and along with it Ellen's soul?
John –freaking-Winchester. Oh, the way fate spun lives around.
She remembered thanking him with the bottom of her heart, clutching Jo like her life depended on it, she remembered him smiling and saying "so am I invited to the bar now?"
And she had answered as cheekily as she had been able to at that time "as long as you don't get hung over"
And they had laughed, thankful to the ever present god (pun intended) that the debacle had been sorted out.
Even after all that he hadn't really frequented the roadhouse as often as he did, before Bill's death. She understood though. So, she didn't push him. And when he did visit them, it was all empty talk and gossips and jokes.
And that day came, when Pastor Jim had announced to the hunters in the bar, in a choked tone before he had downright started to weep about what had happened to Jessica Moore, Sammy's girlfriend;
And john simply fell off the grid.
For those who didn't know, for a hunter to fall off the grid ,it would take an impossible amount of time and energy. It was frankly quite impossible. Only a Winchester could do something of that sort.
Ash had announced that he had developed something that would help people track demons, and Ellen had called john and told him, or rather left about 50 messages in his voicemail.
And Sam and dean had walked into the bar, (read broken into her bar)
And the rest as they would say was history.
Ellen was quite curious about how john had talked his two handsome –to- the point –of- which- it- must -be –illegal boys to come to her for help, before she remembered what a stubborn man he was.
Realization hit her like a truck. The same truck that had hit her when she heard that bill had died.
"He's alright, isn't he? She had asked, though she already knew the answer;
It was Sammy that had answered "no, he isn't." he said, his eyes watering up and in a voice that said he didn't believe in the answer himself.
"I suppose the demon got to him before he got it" he had mumbled.
And Ellen's world had crashed again; and she wished she hadn't been so stubborn and so stupid; she must have made it up to him when she had had the chance.
When she still had the choice, and now, she would never be given another chance.
But she was a hunter's wife.
When you don't have a choice, you create one. And she saw those two grieving boys, both of whom still didn't believe in their fathers passing, and she suddenly realized, those two, sad, poor (and she would kick your ass from beyond if you repeated it to them) boys were now so suddenly parentless.
And she would create the choice and save them from this ugly ass world with a never present god. Or at least try to save them.
So, good? Bad? Ugly?
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p.s i would like to know whether to create a prequel or a sequel to the story, so, please comment!
