They were on a case when they met her. She was a surprise to them to say the least. Sam and Dean Winchester never met someone they cared about so much that they let them come on the road with them. But then again she always seemed to be the exception to their rules. And Ella Beebe never really gave a shit that she broke all their rules.
They were in New York when they found a vamp nest in a small town called Alphafalls. When they got there it was close to midnight so Dean convinced Sam to stop at a bar (not that it was hard to. He didn't seem to mind anything after he got out of the cage). So stopping at the 'Red Fang' (how ironic) they sat at the bar talking about vampires and their favorite hunter Gordon.
"So why do you have to decapitate them. It's the story that they need a stake to the heart or something?" The bartender commented, over hearing their ridiculous (or so it seemed) conversation.
"Because the stories are just a load of bull," Dean said dismissively, "And why are you listening to us anyway?"
"Dude, I'm a bartender. My main source of entertainment is my customers' talking. And your's is definitely the most amusing,"
"Well if you knew it was real, you wouldn't think that," Sam retorted, not having his usual filter. The tender gave him a quizzical look.
"Dammit Sammy!" Dean turned to him angrily, "We've talked about this,"
"What! It's not like she'll believe us!" Sam declared. But as he turned to her his sentence died in his mouth. She looked deathly pale and ready to cry.
"They're real?" She croaked, her throat thick.
"Yes!""No!" The brothers replied simultaneously. The girl called over her co-worker and said she was going outside for a second. She then grabbed both the boys' arms and took them to the alley.
"Give me an explanation," she ground out between deep breathes.
"Vampires are real and they're killing people in your town," Sam talked before Dean could object.
The girl, whose Ella if you haven't already figured that out by now, closed her eyes and leaned up against the wall taking slow breaths. "Is that what happened to Abby and the others?" She asked her hand resting against her forehead.
"Abby Welton?" Dean's voice was laced with curiosity, "You knew her?"
"Knew her! She was-" Ella's voice cracked as she thought of this so called Abby, "She was my sister,"
"I didn't know she had a sister?" Sam questioned, not recalling hearing about a sister in the Welton family.
"I'm, uh, a bit estranged from my family. Abby was the only one who thought I was worth defending when my parents were dicks to me," Ella smiled breathlessly at the memory before the tears in her eyes started to spill over.
"I'm- I'm sorry for your loss," Sam's voice was quiet and strangely emotional. Dean looked at him surprised as Ella gave a cold laugh.
"Ha like you give a shit anyways," she wiped her face with the heel of her hand before straightening, "So when do we kill these 'vampires'"
"There is no we!" Dean talked as Sam stared at Ella silently a curious look on his face, "You are not coming!"
"Oh yes I am," Ella contradicted, "there is no way I'm going to stand idly by while two douchebags kill the things that murdered my sister,"
"I won't let you come!,"
"I'd like to see you try!" The two, one hunter and one bartender, stood a bit too close together both sporting a stubborn look. They were stuck in a staring contest until Sam cleared his throat.
"Sorry to say this," he said hesitantly, as if he really was, "But we don't know you."
"Haha!" Dean huffed in succession.
"I'm Ella Beebe. Twenty-six. Born and raised here in Alphafalls. Loaded. Trying to get into Cornell. Bartender. And very, very pissed off," Ella stuck her hand out to Sam, as if just meeting him (which she was), "Your turn,"
Sam smiled slightly before grasping her hand, "Sam Winchester. Twenty-seven. Born in Kansas. Grew up on the road. Broke. Was a law student at Stanford. Hunter of all things Supernatural," Sam flashed her a grin before dropping his hand and pointing to Dean, "That's my older brother, Dean. He's thirty-one. Grew up on the road to. Also broke. And a college dropout. Also a hunter,"
"There," Ella raise her eyebrows at Dean, challenging him, "Now that we're best buddies, will you 'let' me come,"
"No way," Dean scoffed, glancing at Sam to get his support. But what he saw was unexpected. His brother, who he didn't consider his brother at the time due to his missing soul (and therefore all human abilities to feel), had an expression somewhere between surprise and affection directed at the girl. Ella huffed angrily and narrowed her eyes. She stood there quietly, a calculating look on her face before throwing her hands in the air dramatically,
"Fine!," her hands fell back to her side with a small thud, "Whatever," She stalked back into the bar, not looking back at the two confused hunters. Dean looked as though he was trying to solve the world's hardest math problem while Sam looked like he was just told that his gerbil died in a strange way. A cross between amused and saddened.
"Well that was a bit strange," Dean remarked before heading towards the Impala. Sam's face scrunched in confusion as he followed Dean. They spent the next few hours scoping out places where the nest might've been. Finally they found an abandoned building near the edge of town, a thick forest lining the horizon.
"Let's go take these things down Sammy," Dean opened the truck to reveal their extensive arsenal.
"Should we really just storm in?" Sam idly picked up one of the machetes as his brother rooted through the collection.
"It's a small nest Sam. We'll be fine,"
"Okay," They quietly made their way towards the building, weapons in hand. As they creaked open the door, the two brothers realized they had underestimated the total amount of vamps. Dean had guessed that there were no more than seven, but in reality it was probably close to double that plus some. The brothers shared a look and started to retreat. But as he was walking backwards, Sam tripped over an old tire, rousing the inhabitants of the fading building.
"Shit Sammy!" Dean yelled as a couple vamps came after them. Some stayed where they were, watching the younger and more eager members chase the intruders. But as their heads started dropping the older and more experienced vampires growled and lunged at the brothers.
"Dean!" San bellowed, one of the bigger guys had him pinned and was trying to eat his face off.
"Sam!" Dean looked on the his brother's situation helplessly, he was trapped behind a wall of the vamps who abandoned Sam after he was taken. Sam saw Dean swinging mercilessly at the group that had him trapped but it was no use. He would never make it in time. As his fingers grazed the edge of the nearest weapon, thick red blood oozed from the vampires neck.
"Dean?" Sam didn't know who it was who saved him until they pushed the limp body to the side. Before him stood a smirking Ella, a machete in hand, her eyes glinting with excitement and revenge.
"Guess again Sammy," She winked turning to the closest vamp. "Come and get it bitch," she breathed the fury evident in her voice. As she dealt with that Sam scurried off the ground and snatched a hatchet from the ground. The three soon had the entire nest dead. "So," Ella rested the bloodied machete on her shoulder as she grinned at the boys, "Is this what you do all the time?"