Back with another chapter of this because I couldn't resist. I don't own Supernatural but I do own Ellis and India.
"We have a problem." India had said to her coming with a stack of papers in hand. The girls had pulled off to a nearby café since the weather had gotten to bad. They plan on waiting out the storm until they deemed it semi-safe to go back on the road. Ellis was itching to leave though. The voice that had proclaimed the rescuing of Dean Winchester had not resurfaced yet but she had a feeling that he would sooner or later.
Ellis rubbed her temples, "What kind of problem?" She asked, "Is it 'my Colt Buntline jammed again' or 'oh no someone is about to die' problem?"
India bit her lip in guilt, "Depends on how you look at it." She then slammed the papers down on the table. "I've been researching this Dean Winchester guy and, Ellis, he's racked quite the reputation."
Curiosity peeked Ellis picked up a paper with a man's mugshot on it. She chuckled slightly at it, "Nice Blue Steel." She said letting India see the paper. Then she picked up more papers and began reading through them. They all listed various crimes that Dean Winchester had committed or was involved. Then there was even a death certificate, actually scratch that, there were two death certificates. She read all that she could about his early life and his family.
His mother had died in a fire when he was four. His father died due to complications in a car crash. He also had a younger brother Sam that seemed to tag along with him. All in all, he didn't really fit the type of being saved.
"I have to say." India said as she also read a paper, "This guy seems impressive. I mean he was able to fake his death twice. Twice!"
Ellis frowned and shifted the papers back focusing on his mug shot. Something about was screaming familiarity, "I don't know." Ellis said, "Something about this just seems weird. Like, I've seen this guy before or something."
India lifted her eyebrow, "You probably have, he was on the F.B.I.'s most wanted list for a while."
Ellis glared at her friend whose eyes were filled with mirth, "Okay, but what about this screams problem?"
"The problem. I can't track the guy. I mean look at all his crimes other than murder. Credit card fraud, stealing, the guy lives off the map."
"Where's the brother, Sam?"
"Couldn't find him either. His last known whereabouts were in Stanford when his girlfriend died in an electrical fire. That was about four years ago." India said disappointedly. Then she slapped the table with glee, "But I was able to narrow down the search for the place you saw in one of your flashes."
India then pulled out an old map and laid it out on the table. Ellis leaned over and took a look at it. There were three places circled within a region of South Dakota. Ellis turned to her friend for an explanation.
India nodded her hand and gestured to the map, "These are all the junkyards and or salvage yard that I could find within a five-mile radius of Sioux Falls."
All three of them seemed to make a triangle shape. India pointed to the top one, "This here, is the city's junkyard." Then she pointed to the one in the bottom left, "This is Carl's Auto Parts and finally…" She said dragging a finger to the right to the last circle, "Singer's Salvage Yard."
Ellis stared at the map for a long time trying to see if anything was popping up. But the more she looked at it the more she was drawing a black, "Getting anything?" India asked.
Ellis shook her head, "Nope. Nothing."
India shrugged her shoulder, "Well, I tried googling all these places and Singer's Salvage Yard was the only one not to have a website."
"Which means it's a great place to hide." Ellis said finishing her friends thought. She looked outside to see that the snow was clearing up slightly. The roads were still bad but as she saw the plow truck come through she thought that it would be worth the risk. Grabbing the map and slinging her backpack over her shoulder Ellis motioned for her friend to do the same. "Grab your stuff we're leaving. We'll go to Singer's Salvage Yard first and see what we can find."
"And if there's no Dean Winchester?" India asked while cocking an eyebrow and putting a hand on her hip.
"Then we wait. Someone like Dean Winchester doesn't stay out of the spotlight for long."
Ellis pushed open the door and started heading towards the van. It was time to go.
Ellis had been driving four hours out of the six that it took to get to South Dakota when it happened. India had been in the passenger seat while playing sudoku for she decided to take a nap. She looked over to her friend and smiled. Her mouth was open wide and she could already see the beginning of a drool start to drip out of her mouth. Her hair was up in a messy bun though some of it had fallen out due to her moving. Her feet were up on the dashboard while her seat was reclined back all the way.
Everything had been peaceful and quiet before the voice returned. Ellis slammed on the breaks causing India to wake up and put her hands on her ears. The voice was deep and demanding telling someone not to move. That he had been saved and should make his way back to his brother before it was too late. She knew that India was yelling her name. That car horns were beeping at her but all she could focus on was that damn voice in her head. It had been just as loud as the last time if not louder and she's pretty sure that her ears were bleeding at this point.
Then, like before, the voice seized and Ellis was able to hear again. She looked over to India who was looking shocked, "Girl!" Her friend shouted and Ellis tried shushing her, "What the hell?" She asked throwing her arms out dramatically. Her eyes were wide and her hair was messy from Ellis slamming on the breaks. She could tell that India was breathing heavily by the rise and fall of her chest.
"The stupid voice." Ellis mumbled while wiping the blood away from her ears, "It came back. Saying something about finding his brother and reaching him in time. Although I have the feeling that Dean Winchester didn't get the message because the voice just kept getting louder."
India let out a large sigh, "Well, if we ever meet this damn voice remind me to kick its ass. That's the second time one of those stupid voices also got us killed."
"Hey in defense of the other time I almost wrecked this car. The voice was crying out pretty loudly about something finally being destroyed. It's the only way they know how to celebrate is just yelling really loudly."
India was silent for a moment and looked at her thoughtfully, "You think that they know you can hear them?"
Ellis shrugged her shoulders, "I don't think so. They talk to each where ever they are but for me, it's like I said. Listening to a radio, I can shout all I want but I don't think that they hear me when I do. But if they can hear me and are just ignoring me then whatever they are are just dicks."
India smirked, "That's my girl." Then she looked at Ellis's bleeding ears, "You want me to drive."
Ellis shook her head, "Na, it's only another two hours and it looks like it's clearing up a bit. Which means that I can finally use my lead foot."
"What fun." India said dryly then turned on the radio letting pointless music flood the car.
It stayed like that for the remainder of the trip. It was the few talents that both the girls had possessed. Being able to stay in a car for countless hours without talking to each other in silence. To them, it wasn't awkward and if they didn't feel the need to talk then they wouldn't. They would enjoy the scenery or the music on the radio. Get lost in their thoughts and think about impossible situations that would probably never happen.
India, although she seemed to like it, was never much of a talker even when she was having a manic episode. Instead of talking she would just act purely on instinct and do whatever came into her head. The only thing that was consistent in her manic episodes was the use of glitter. That was the major tell-tale sign that she was going through one of her manic states. She would buy a little jar of glitter and throw it all over herself then proceed to dance around the room. India didn't need music to dance she would just do it. Then if that wasn't enough for her she would jump on the bed and laugh like she was on top of the world. And from India had described her manic episodes as she probably felt like it.
Then if she wasn't in the mood to dance she would just put glitter on her face like a warrior and write. Ellis never knew what she wrote at night, she never asked, but all she knew is that she would stay up all night doing it. It didn't matter where they were if she was in her manic state she wouldn't sleep and just write.
Ellis also was able to figure out that silver glitter was India's favorite. So, Ellis always keeps an extra two small tubes of it in her to go bag along with her shampoo. Ellis would join her sometimes in the glitter fest but most of the times she wouldn't. It seemed like too much of India's thing to partake in. It was the fact that glitter was a bitch to get out and once spent three days getting it out of her hair.
Ellis noticed that they had reached the town of Sioux Falls and she took a deep breath. It was time to find Singer's Salvage Yard and hope that whoever ran it wouldn't chase them off their property. She looked around the town and was overall not that impressed by it. It was small population wise but seemed to have plenty of lands. She got the feeling that not a lot of people got along in this town. That this was the type of town where neighbors would gossip about you for hours on end.
She slapped India's thigh and snapped her fingers telling her to get out the map. India let out an overdramatic sigh and reached down for the map. She read for a little bit till could understand where there were going. She put her finger on the map and started tracing it with her finger, "Take a right in two miles then keep on the road for another four miles and we should be there."
Ellis nodded her head. At the next red light, she took the right and started down the road. She didn't think a town could even look more barren but as she drove down this road it was just all farmland. It was like people didn't even live here. There were a few houses here and there but they all looked old and rusted down.
"You ever get that feeling when you become the self-aware person in a horror movie?" India said as she looked out the window. "That's me right now. I feel like I'm in the middle of Children of the Corn or some shit like that."
Ellis snorted, "This place would have to actually have corn to be that movie. Now shut up I think I see the place we're looking for."
Ellis carefully drove down the driveway of Singer's Salvage Yard. All around her laid different busted up cars that didn't really look liked they could be saved. They were stacked on top of each other and Ellis could see the rust collecting on many of the cars. She took a deep inhale in when she saw the house that was in front of her. It was definitely the house she saw the one flash that she had gotten. She would recognize the old house in a heartbeat. With the old wood and the run-down porch. She was surprised that the house was even still standing after all the time.
Putting the car into park and turning it off she turned to India, "You ready?" She asked nervously.
India scoffed, "When am I ever ready for anything?"
"Good point let's go." Ellis then opened up her door and exited the car.
India soon followed and she finally took notice of her friends' wardrobe. She had on a large ugly striped sweater that was at least three sizes too big and went down to her knees. She was wearing old jeans that had several rips in them that Ellis knew for a fact was not pre-made. Her shoes were old worn out chucks that had strips of duct tape on them.
India only wore the baggy shirts so she could fit her Colt Buntline in her pants. It was the only thing that India treasured more than her life. She had gotten it on a hunt about two years backs when they were in Arizona. It had been a simple salt and burn of an old cowboy ghost who was haunting a small town. It was the old pawn shop dealer that the ghost had been attacking and in r, turn he gave both girls prized guns.
If there was one thing that someone needed to know about India. It was the was obsessed with the Wild West. She had apparently been raised in a house where old westerns were a common theme and a shrine to Wyatt Earp had been in her living room for years. So, when India had received that Colt her eyes little up like a Christmas tree. She keeps such good care of that gun it was almost laughable. Sometimes Ellis was pretty sure her friend thought of it as her child. The guy had told the both of them that a Samuel Colt had made her gun himself. Although she was pretty sure India was too absorbed in her gun to even remember that bit of information.
The old man had given her a gun called 'Negotiator' which made Ellis roll her eyes. The barrel was shorter than India's which wasn't hard considering the thing was a good twelve inches long. Ellis's barrel was only six and a half inches long with six chambers. The color schemes were also different which she found odd. India's was a light silver color with a pearl grip while Ellis's was made out of a dark metal with a dark wooden grip that felt rough on her hands.
She never truly used the gun, it was more of a last-ditch effort gun. Ellis liked staying with her handy perfectly made in this century pistol. It was nothing against the guy he sold them the guns or made them. It's just, Ellis was a twenty-first century type of girl and that's how she liked her guns made. In the twenty-first century.
Shaking her head to clear her mind Ellis made her way up to old rickety stairs of the porch and to the front door. She stood in front of it not knowing what to do. She knew that she should knock but Ellis didn't know what to do after that. She should just ask whoever answers it if they know a Dean Winchester? That seemed a little, rude didn't it?
Mustering up all of her courage and getting a look of support from India Ellis knocked on the door three times. The was some grumbling and a few hard steps but moments later the door was opening. The man that opened the door was the type of man she expected to be owning a Salvage Yard. His face was wide with more worry lines etched into his face. He had a beard that was scruffy and looked like it needed to be washed for at least two hours straight. His hair, from what she could tell, was more grey than brown and seemed to be in the same condition of his beard. His clothes did fair any better with a old washed out oil spilled clothes and a hat that barely kept together on top of his head. He looked like a typical red neck but when she got to his eyes there was something different about him.
He looked pissed off that was for sure. But his blues told her that he was tried more than anything and that he cared a lot about something. That he was in a great deal of pain about something that had happened recently.
"Well?" He said his voice gruff, "Are you going to stand there or are you going to sell me something?"
"Ahh no mister…" Ellis said trying to remember his name.
"Singer. Bobby Singer."
"No mister Singer I'm actually here for another reason and it may not make a lot of sense to you… or it might I don't know."
"Kid stop rambling and spit it out already I've got better things to do."
India let out an annoyed sigh at her friend's nervous rambling and stepped forwards holding open the door. She smiled at Bobby sweetly and raised her eyebrow at the old man. "We want to know if you know anything about a Dean Winchester. Word on the street is that he just got rescued from some place and we kind of need to talk to him."
To his credit Bobby truly did try to hide his shock but nobody could hide from India. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" He said accusingly.
India shrugged her shoulders, "Ask myself that question everyday about my life, haven't gotten an answer back yet." She said nonchalantly.
"Mr. Singer!" Ellis said quickly putting an arm in front of her friend signaling for her to take it down a notch. "I don't know you and you don't know us but we came a long way to find you. We don't money or anything like that all I need to know is where I can find Dean Winchester."
Bobby scoffed, "Try six feet in the ground, he died four months ago." He then tried to shut the door on them.
"He's been saved!" She shouted as the door was almost completely shut.
A few seconds later he opened it back up again and he looked at her suspiciously, "What did you just say?"
"Where he was, he was saved. I would say almost twelve hours ago to be exact." Ellis said softly. Her blue eyes wide hoping that Bobby wouldn't shut the door on them again. That had driven a long way to come here and she didn't want that one stupid voice in her head to start yelling again.
"And how would you know that?"
"Because I have voices in my head. I know what that sounds like but you just have to believe me on this. The voices are normal quiet sometimes they get a little loud but not too much. Today was different though, this was voice just started shouting that 'Dean Winchester had been saved' then I got a flash of your house. I know this sounds insane but you should believe us when we say insane things happen every day in our lives."
He then eyed the girls up and down and Ellis felt like a child. He took in their clothes their appearances and finally their car. He then sighed and opened up his door so they could come in, "You girls hunters?" He asked.
Ellis shot her head up, "How did you know?"
"No one drive a Scooby Doo van like that unless they're living in it. Now get inside here before I die. I'm not getting any younger in here."
India smirked and she kicked herself off the wall she had been leaning on, "I knew I would like you, Old Man."
As both girls stepped through the door both were dosed with a stream of cold water. Ellis gasped in shock because of the cold water and weather. India remained quiet then opened her eyes glaring at Bobby. Her makeup now running down her face, "I take it back. I hate you." She then knocked on the wooden door and entered the old house.
Bobby looked back to Ellis who was still trying to get water off herself, "We're not demons!"
Bobby shrugged, "Had to make sure."
The inside of Bobby Singer's house was, in one word, organized. It was nothing like the outside junk yard that was literally his front yard. Although the inside of his house stunk of stale beer and smoke, and considering how many empty beer cans she saw. Ellis could see why the house smelled that way if they ever met against she would make sure to give him some Febreze.
Both girls had made their way over to his table and say down waiting for him to follow. Bobby walked over to his fridge and opened it. "You girls want anything?" He yelled, "I got beer and…water."
"I'm good." Ellis yelled.
"I'll take a beer." India said and put her feet on the table leaning into the chair more. Ellis shot her friend and look and she shrugged her shoulders, "It's been a while." She said to her.
"Still a little early though, yeah?"
"It's going to be a long week. Just prepping for it."
Bobby came over to the table and set a beer down in front of India. Her friend opened the can to the side and began chugging it. When she was done she place the beer in front of her staring at Bobby with her arms crossed. He sat down in the chair with a large sigh and leaned back while taking a slight sip of the beer. Ellie put her hands in her lap and smiled softly at the older man in front of her. She was looking back and forth between him and India waiting for someone to say something. They both just stared at each other while drinking their beers. Ellis noticed that it was almost like a standoff or contest between the two.
Ellis opened her mouth to say something but Bobby's gaze turned towards her and she shut her mouth. He then finally took one last sip before looking at the two girls, "So," He said gruffly, "You hear voices inside your head?" He asked.
"Well, that's an oversimplification of it."
"It was a yes or no question."
Ellis shut her eyes trying to calm herself, "Yes." She said opening her eyes again, "Yes, I hear voices inside my head."
"And what about you?" He said motioning to India with his head, "Can you fly or something?"
"No." India said smirking, "I'm just bat-shit insane."
"Great."
Then there was silence again. Well, not complete silence sine the voices in her head never seemed to stop. It seemed though that this was closest she was ever going to get to true silence.
"I know this is odd, even for you, but are you sure that Dean died?" Ellis asked.
Bobby nodded his head. "Stupid boy sold his soul other a year ago to save his brother."
"Sam?" Ellis asked and Bobby nodded.
"Voices?" Bobby asked.
"Google." India replied bluntly then gave out a large blech. Bobby glared at her and India raised her eyebrow in defiance. "So?" she said, "Are we going to sit here all day and stare at each other or are we going to get someone where?" India asked removing her feet from the table as Ellis had smacked them down.
Just when Bobby had opened his mouth to reply a knock was heard at the door. All heads shots toward the area of the sound. Ellis eyed the door cautiously and she watched as Bobby sigh and grumbled something under his breath. Both girls followed Bobby's moving form as he made it to the door and opened it. Ellis sucked in her breath and stood up out of her chair when she saw the sight at the door.
There standing in the flesh with the biggest grin on his face was Dean Winchester.
Just to let you all know that these chapter are proabably going to be pretty sure. Also this is un beta so any mistakes made are my own.
