Author's Note: Here's so more teenage Dean and Ellie and more of their back story. This is also the longest chapter (5,726 words) I've done for any of my stories so far! Enjoy!
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Dean ran towards the area that he heard her scream at, his heart felt like it was gone. He tried to push the thoughts of the worst that could have happened to her out of his mind, Dean had to keep his mind clear. Bobby would kill him Eleanor died or got hurt in anyway. When Dean reached the area he last seen her in his eyes searched the area quickly, trying to find anything that didn't look right. Well, apart from the already torn apart campsite. He found the flare gun that she was using.
Taking a deep breath in, Dean found himself over the gun before looking around for signs of what happened to Ellie. "Ella?!" He shouted once he saw the drag marks that lead off to a different direction. He picked up the other flare gun and looking it over. Damn thing jammed on her, that's why he never heard it go off. He followed the drag marks before the disappeared. "Dammit." He cursed out loud, running a hand through his short, spiky, dark blonde hair. His green eyes scanned the area for any sign of the wendigo or Eleanor. His eyes fell on a tree that had blood on it, just about his head level, along with scratch marks in it. It took Dean about ten minutes to follow the marks back to a cave.
Every part of him praying that this is where the creature had taken her, hoping that he wasn't too late. He grabbed the flashlight out of his jacket pocket, flicking it on and walking through the cave. "Dammit, Ellie. Bobby's gonna have my ass for this." He whispered as he walked along the cold, dirty cave. His heart was beating rapidly, he tried to keep his mind from running away with the worst case scenario thoughts. He found that the cave split off into two different direction, he ran a hand through his hair once more before bending over and looking at the cave floor. The dirt was disturbed on the pathway going to his right. A sly smirk appeared on his face as he stood up and continued on his way.
The right path took him deeper into the hillside and slightly downwards. Dean continued his way down into the cave, the faint smell of dead bodies hitting his nose soon. Then he noticed the remains of the wendigo's victim's over the years. He had no idea how long this creature had been taking campers and hikers but there was no way that Dean was not going to put a stop to this son of a bitch. If he had to make a guess off the dead bodies that littered the floor of the cave, he'd say that the wendigo had been around for a better half of John and Bobby's lives combined.
Advancing forward only made it clear that Dean's guess was right, this creature had been living in this part of Minnesota for more than sixty years. Dean didn't give a rat's ass how long this thing had lived for, tonight was it's last night alive. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as he followed the trail of dead, mainly left to bones, bodies for a few more minutes before he came to what looked like a room. Dean knew that it was probably where the wendigo stashed it's victims. Looking around the cold, damp, and nasty cave he saw a few bodies hang by their wrists on the opposite side of the room as Dean.
Trudging along to the right first, he held the flashlight still. The first couple of bodies he came across where nothing but bones and old clothes, clothes he didn't even want to guess at how old were. Moving along the wall some more the other four bodies he came across where his latest meals. The first three bodies Dean came to were male and even through the blood and dirty on the man's face he could tell that it was the family's son that went missing and his buddies that went camping. Sadly, the three men were already dead.
A soft, frustrated sigh left the teenaged hunter's lips as he shook his head. They were too late, the wendigo had already made a meal out of the men. Dean hoped he wasn't too late for Ellie, he went to move over to the fourth body when it groaned. Dean flashed his flashlight towards the other body with the flare gun aimed, his heart stopped when he saw her face.
He raced over to her, tucking the flare gun into his pocket while grabbing the switch blade that was usually there. "Ella, I'm gonna get you out of this. I promise." He said, wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand immediately landing in something wet and sticky. She moaned softly at his touch, the gashes on her side oozing out a little more blood. "Shit, Bobby's going to kill me for this. Fuck!" He spoke softly as he cut the ropes that were tieing her up.
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"Ella?!" Dean's voice echoed in her head, she went to put her hands on her head only to find they were tied above her head. She was hanging by her wrists. Eleanor let out a soft moan as she opened her eyes only to see the dead bodies. She felt horrible for all those people that lost their lives to this terrible creature but that wasn't nearly as bad as when she looked up and saw the bodies of the other three men tied up. She glanced around quickly, making sure that the wendigo wasn't around. It was probably out looking for Dean now. She hoped he was able to kill it, as long as he got out alive from this mess.
Once she saw they were alone she tried calling out to them. "Hello? Are any of you alive?" She asked in a whispered tone. As she waited she bite down on her lip, praying that she'd get some kind of answer from at least one of them. She would really love it if the all three were still alive. After a few minutes she tried again. "Please, one of you be alive. Please..." She trailed off but got nothing in return. She let out a heavy sigh as she looked away from their bodies.
Ellie took a moment before she tried to get herself free from the ropes that were making her dangle a few feet above the ground. She tried her damn best to get free, this was not how she wanted to die, not here and not now. "Come on, come on... Son of a bitch." She huffed before taking a small break. She tried to swinging herself free but that didn't work and when she tried to snap them by pulling down as hard as she could she got nowhere. Her arms were getting tired but there was no way she was giving up now. She tried to pull down as hard as she possibly could again but got nowhere. Ellie heard a noise off in the distance she went as still as possible, biting down on her lower lip. She could feel someone or something breathing down her neck. When she opened her brown eyes, she saw the feet of the wendigo. This was how it was going to end for her, she was going to die by the hand of a wendigo at the age of eighteen. Her gaze moved up the creature's body slowly before her eyes landed on it's face. It was one ugly ass thing, that was for sure. She saw a small, evil smile like expression (if wendigo's can smile that is) on its nasty face.
It put it's face closer to her neck and smelled her before running it's tongue up her neck. She cringed at the touch trying to back away, only to swing towards it. Eleanor bit down on her lip a bit before smirking a little. She swung backwards again, this time putting her feet up and kicking the wendigo hard in the chest sending him backwards a tad. A smile appeared on her face before the creature strutted towards her swinging it's long arm at her. When the wendigo's claws met her skin, Ellie screamed out in agony.
Her vision started to blur a bit as her gaze went down to her left side, seeing the blood soaking through her teal tank top and onto her blue jeans. This was really how it was going to end for her she thought as the creature went to take another swing at her with his claws. The wendigo turned it's head towards the entrance way before glancing back at her. It took off as she heard soft footsteps. She heard something else faintly in the direction of the footsteps. Eleanor's vision went black as she swung a little, blood still pour out. She lost conscience soon.
When she came back around she groaned softly and then she could have sworn she heard someone calling out to her. She could tell it was a male voice, it was soft and sweet. It was dripping with love and begging for forgiveness while whispering promises and reassurances. "Ella, I'm gonna get you out of this. I promise." It said before there was an around around her.
Feeling a hand pressing against the three claws marks that had ripped open her side, stomach, and hip she let a moan out. There was that voice again, the one she had fell in love with. It was her one and only, her Dean. "Shit, Bobby's going to kill me for this. Fuck!" Dean said softly as he cut the ropes, carefully wrapping his arms under her legs before gently putting her on the ground.
"Ella, I'm so sorry. I should have been there, I should have been next to you. This never should have happened. I'm getting you out of here if it's the last thing I do, babe." He voice was filled with panic, he was terrified for one of the first times in a long time.
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"Ella, I'm so sorry. I should have been there, I should have been next to you. This never should have happened. I'm getting you out of here if it's the last thing I do, babe." Dean said with his voice just above a whisper and filled with panic, and fear. She was not going to die here if he had anything to do with it. Dean took his leather jacket off then green flannel t-shirt off before tieing the shirt around her torso, trying to stop the bleeding.
Eleanor's hand reached up and touched his face as he did before she pushed him away. "Dean, the wendigo is still around, it went towards the entrance before... Before..." She trailed off as she slipped into a state of unconscious, her hand resting on his shoulder.
"No, Eleanor, stay with me! Come on, we're gonna get out of this." He said, shaking her gently. His green eyes filling with tears slightly. "Ellie, you're stronger than this." Dean spoke as he grabbed the switchblade and flashlight. Picking Eleanor up in his arms, resting the flashlight on her chest before switching the blade for the flare gun. He picked her up as gently and carefully as he could before he stood up. Dean started to make his way back to the entrance of the cave, he prayed and hoped that he'd be able to get her out of here and fix her up before she ended up like the other countless victims this creature had gathered over the years.
He walked as fast as he could with Ella still in his arms towards the way out. He thought of calling John or even Bobby but that would only show them that Ellie and him weren't ready to be hunting on their own. Dean bit down on his lip as he walked, stopping every few feet to make sure that they were not being followed. Hearing her groan, he stopped and put her on the cave floor carefully.
"Elle, come on, baby. Everything gonna be fine." He said as he eyes moved towards the wound she had that was still bleeding onto his green shirt. When her eyes opened, he noticed that she was looking past him and she looked scared.
"Dean, behind you! The wendigo!" She managed to say as she tried to reach for his flare gun. The pain it caused her to move made her yelp out. She bit down on her lip as she grabbed the flashlight and pointed it directly into the creature's eyes as Dean turned around with the flare gun. He aimed and pulled the trigger once he was sure it would hit the bastard in the heart. Eleanor gave Dean a smile as she dropped the flashlight. Her eyes shutting as she fought to stay awake.
"Come on, Ella. Don't do this to me, babe." He said, put pressure on the wound as a tear fell from his eye. He watched the wendigo burn before he got up, humming one of her favorite songs. "'An angel's smile is what you sell. You promise me heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free.'" Dean sang softly to her as he followed the passage back to the entrance.
He wasn't a big fan of Bon Jovi but he knew that Eleanor loved the song 'You Give Love A Bad Name'. He sighed a bit as he saw light ahead of them, he picked up his pace a little. Hearing her groan again, he glanced down at her with a soft smile. "'Shot through the heart and you're to blame. You give love a bad name. I play my part and you play your game. You give love a bad name.'" Dean whispered to her as he carried her to the campsite. Glancing around he tore a clean piece of one of the tents and wrapped it around Ellie's torso. His face flashed with an expression for pain and discomfort while his eyes were showing how afraid he was at the moment. "I'm sorry, Ella, but I gotta keep as much pressure as possible on the wound until we get to the car." That's where the first aid kit was, Dean knew there was not much he'd be able to do until he got to the motel, he was still going to try though.
Picking her up once more, he raced to the Impala. A small smile appearing on his face as his beloved car came into view. Dean quickly threw the back door on the closest side before gently sliding Ellie into the seat. Taking a quick deep breath, he made his way to the trunk of the car. He fumbled with the keys for a moment, cursing under his breath, he finally managed to get the trunk unlocked. Dean got his hands around the box when he heard her.
"Son of a bitch..." Eleanor's voice was laced with pain as she screamed out. Slamming the trunk shut he ran back to her side to see that she was trying to sit up and take her jacket off. Dean rolled his eyes before setting the first aid kit down on the floor of the Impala and carefully and as quickly as he could, trying not to hurt her anymore. Once he got her leather jacket off, which he knew she was going to be pissed about having to get another one if she lived through this, he gently laid her back down on the back seat of the Impala. "John's going to kill us if we get blood on the back seat, Dean." She stuttered as she gently reach out for him.
"I'll worry about that later. Right now, I need to you to stay awake and stay as still as possible. I know this is going to hurt like a bitch and I'm sorry, Ella." Dean said as he gently lifted up her tank top that was now covered in blood. He worked as quickly and carefully as he could to get some ace bandages wrapped around the torn and bloodied torso he was admiring just hours ago.
"Sing with me, baby, okay? Can you do that for me, Ella?" He asked as he made sure she was in before getting out and closing the door. He jumped into the front seat and dug his keys out from his pocket, glancing back at Eleanor in the back seat.
"Y- yeah... Just not some cheesy shit." She smirked at him, her brown eyes screaming that every ounce of her loved him no matter how the outcome came out as. Dean couldn't help but chuckle softly before he started the Impala up and peeled out of the spot they were parked in. He took a deep breath to clear his head for a moment.
Dean glanced back at her before pulling out onto the main road and raced down the highway. "Sing, Ella, sing. 'Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder. I was caught in the middle of a railroad track. I looked round and I knew there was no turning back. My mind raced and I thought what could I do and I knew there was no help, no help from you. Sound of the drums beating in my heart. The thunder of guns tore me apart. You've been thunderstruck.'" He said as he drove the twenty miles back to their motel room. "Elle, come on, baby." He encouraged her.
"'Rode down the highway. Broke the limit, we hit the town went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun. We met some girls, some dancers who gave a good time. Broke... All the r-rules..." Eleanor started strong but started to lose conscience towards the end.
"Ella, come on, you know the words. 'Played all fools, yeah yeah they, they, they blew our minds.' Eleanor?" Dean said before his gaze moved to look in the rearview mirror.
Eleanor laid on the backseat with her eyes closed so Dean reached back with one hand and gently smacked her face. "Eleanor, don't do this to me, not now. We're almost back to the motel." He said as he moved his eyes back to the road. A sigh leaving him when he heard her groan.
Dean barely pulled into the parking spot in front of their motel room when he threw the car in park and got out. Racing around to get Ellie out of the car, he took a deep breath and shook his head when he saw that she was awake and trying to sit up again.
"Ouch." Ella's pained voice being permanently stuck in his head now. She tried to get the door but Dean beat her to it.
"Dammit, Ella, you're gonna make it bleed more. Stop trying to play tough and just let me carry your ass into the motel, jeez woman." He said leaning in and grabbing the first aid kit. He set it on top of the hood of the Impala before he leaned back in to help her out.
Eleanor couldn't help but huff at his suggestion and she was bond to prove to him that she wasn't was weak as he was making her out to be. "I can walk by myself, Dean." She said slightly annoyed but her eyes begged him to stay close just in case she wasn't able to walk. She pushed him aside gently before she made her way to the edge of the seat. Ellie slowly got out and stood up, glancing back at where she had been laying. "John's gonna skin us alive for that." She said before trying to make her way to the door of the room.
As she lost her balance and her vision went black Dean put a hand around he waist, making sure his hand was on the side that wasn't torn open. He quickly helped her to the room after he grabbed the kit and shut the door to the Impala. Dean opened the door before his gaze moved to her. Dean's green eyes showed how sorry he was, how he scared he was of losing her. He set her on the bed carefully before he took her tank top off. He walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had snaked from the local liquor store the day or two before. Dean knelt down next to her as he opened the bottle of whiskey and poured some over Eleanor's wounds.
"Jesus, Elle." Dean said as he opened the first aid kit. Taking a deep breath he pulled out the needle, thread, and some clean bandages before heading to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. His head whipped around when he heard her voice though.
"Whiskey?" Eleanor asked, her hand desperately searching for the coldness of the bottle. Dean grabbed it and placed it in her hand before he propped some pillows under her head. "Thanks, babe." She whispered before taking a gulp from the bottle. Dean took this chance to go and get the towels. Once he had the towels, he rushed back to her side to see that she was taking another swig off the bottle.
"Hey, I still need some of that to finish cleaning the wound and needle, Ellie. It's going to be extremely painful." He said as he took his beat off and folded it over. "You'll have to bite down on this while I stitch this up. I'm so sorry, Ella. I'm sorry, babe." Dean's voice was broken as he gave her the belt.
"Dean, this is far from your... Fault. Really, I don't blame you, I blame myself. I shouldn't have gone off like I did." She groaned slightly as he poured more of the whiskey on her wounds. "I-I love you, Dean." Elle whispered as she ran her fingers through his blonde hair. The look he gave her when his eyes met hers after he ran the needle through the whiskey meant she needed to put the belt in her mouth, she moved the belt up to her mouth and bit down on it. Nodding her head slightly before she started to slip in and out unconscious soon after.
"Shit." Dean whispered before he wiped more of the blood away. He stuck the needle through her skin causing her to scream a bit. Her eyes told him to carry on and ignore her screams of pain, he had to do what he had to do and that was stitch her up. It wasn't the first time she need to be stitched up but this was the first time she needed this much stitching up. If she couldn't have Dean do it, her next best choice would have to be either her father or John Winchester. Her eyes stayed glued to Dean as he stitched her up, he'd stop every now and then to let her take a swig of whiskey when she was conscious and to clear the blood away. "I'm sorry, Ella, I'm so sorry." He whispered over and over again as he stitched her up.
He managed to get most of the bleeding to stop before he got done stitching up the first of her wounds. It took him a full hour and a half to finish stitching her up, after Dean was done he started to clean up. There was no way that Bobby and John were not going to kill him. He let Bobby's daughter, only child, get injured to the point where she could have died. After he had done the best he could cleaning up and when he was satisfied that Ella was okay enough for him to run to the store and get some more cleaning supplies, supplies for the first aid kit, and of course a bottle or two of some kind of booze.
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Eleanor woke up in pain, she opened her eyes when she remember some of the events of what happened. She sat up with a jolt just to regret it right afterwards when a sharp pain shot through her left side. She glanced down and saw that she was in one of Dean's darker colored flannel shirts. As she lifted it up she saw she was covered with an ace bandage, she slowly removed it to find bandages covered in blood. How long had she been out? Elle removed the bloody bandages before she slowly and carefully got out of bed. She glanced around the room to find that she was alone. Biting her lip to get through the pain, she made her way to the bathroom. The only thing on her mind right now was a bath, the thought of a bath made the young hunter smile.
The smile grew bigger when she walked into the bathroom and found a bathtub. It was rare to find a motel that had a bathtub anymore and Ellie knew it was probably nasty as all hell but she wanted a bath and she didn't really want to wait until she got home. She wasn't looking forward to explaining all of this to John or her own father for that matter. Running a hand through her dirty hair, she started the water with the other, letting water run around the tub. She then bent down to put the plug in and moaned out in pain slightly as she did. Eleanor carefully slipped out of Dean's shirt that was a bit big for her, not that she minded at all. She checked out the patch work Dean did to her left side, she could tell she was going to end up with a nice scar from this hunt. When the tub was filled to her liking and the temperature was just right, she slipped in under the water.
The warmth from the water hitting her aching, sore and torn skin and muscle like a train. Ella let out a small groan, it felt nice the way the water hit her wounds. She washed her body as quickly as she could for as much pain as she was in. Paying close attention not to rip any of her stitches by moving the wrong way or getting them caught in the washcloth. Eleanor sat there for a few minutes after she was done washing her torn body. She soaked in as much as the warmth from the water as she could while she sat there in the nasty motel tub. After a while, she tried to duck under the water to wash her hair when she moved the wrong way.
A yelp escaped from her lips before she could stop it. It didn't look like she was going to get the dirt and smell of the cave out of her hair. Her gaze moved down to the water in the tub and that's when she saw it was now tinted a little pink. Upon further investigation she saw that she tore a few of her stitches, Dean was going to be really pissed at her now. "Son of a bitch." She said as she tried to go back under the water. Succeeding this time, Elle smiled a bit as she grabbed the shampoo/cream rinse bottle. She put some in her hand before she rubbed it through her hair. The smell of vanilla filled the room. Once she was done, she went back under the water to rinse out the soap in her hair when she tore a few more stitches. A scream escaped her lips when she came up. The water was now a deeper pink color than before. Eleanor tried to stand up to get out of the tub but failed because the pain was too much for her.
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Dean unlocked the door to the motel with his free hand and opened it. He walked in and set the bags down on the table next to the door. As he glanced around he didn't see Ella and his heart started to race. His heart stopped when he heard a scream come from the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind him before he ran to the bathroom door and kicked it in. Every fiber in his body was frozen with the thought that she might be hurt. Dean's green eyes looked around the bathroom before they looked confused then amused before pissed and concerned. Eleanor had tried to bathe herself while he was out.
"Seriously, Eleanor? You could have ripped your damn stitches or passed out and drowned. What were you thinking?" He yelled at her before he walked over to her, grabbing a towel as he did. He bent over and helped her out of the water. His eyes darting down to his handy work, he saw the torn stitches. "Dammit, Elle. You should've called me, I was on my way back from the store I would have helped you take a bath." He said, his green eyes still on her wounded side. A sad expression on his facial features and in his eyes as he looked at it, there was no way he'd be able to look at that side of her and not blame himself for adding the horrible scar that was bound to leave her with for the rest of her life.
What would she tell Bobby happened? What would see tell other people? Her voice broke into his head before too long. "Just get me out of the tub and I'll stitch myself up." Eleanor said as she leaned against him as she put the towel around her hair. "Because I didn't think of it until after I tore my fucking stitches. Can you get me that other towel, please? I'm sorry, Dean." She whispered the last part as Dean reached to grab another towel to wrap around her body gently. He took her face in his hands gently, giving her a gently smirk.
"It's fine, Elle. You're okay and it was only like six stitches." Dean said, kissing her softly. He helped her out of the tub before shaking his head. "No, I'll take care of patching you up. After all if I hadn't gone off and left you behind you wouldn't be scarred for life." He spoke as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. After he gently placed her on the bed he grabbed the bag that had the bottle of scotch in it. He popped the top off before he cleaned the needle and handled her his belt and the bottle. Dean let her take a couple swigs of the liquor before she placed the belt in her mouth and he started to fix the stitches she tore out. Once he was done, he put the needle away and looked at her.
"Dean, I'm the one who took off without you not the other way around. It was me who didn't say anything about where I was going. I don't blame you for this. I blame you for getting the cheap scotch." Eleanor joked as she smiled at him. "Seriously, I don't blame you. I never could." She admitted to him before taking another swig of the booze. She took a deep breath in before her eyes moved up to his face. "What are we going to tell our dads?" Elle's left eyebrow was raised up slightly, she was curious if Dean had come up with anything. Him shrugging his shoulders answered her question before she could even finish getting all the words out of her mouth.
"The truth, I guess." Dean spoke up before he went quiet again. His face scrunched up like he was in deep thought. Getting up and moving to his duffle, Dean played through what happened when they got back to the room. She said three words she barely said to her own father. Not that Dean was one to talk, he couldn't recall a time that he told his father that he loved him after Mary's death. He grabbed one of his flannel shirts from the bag before he strutted over to her. He helped her slip the shirt on and button it. "Ella, before you lost consciousness when I was stitching you up," he paused for a moment, his gaze moving to her. He could see that her body was tense but he didn't know if that was because she remembered what she had something or that she was in a lot of pain. Either way it made him feel horrible for even bring it up at that moment. "You said something right before you started to slip in and out of consciousness. D-do you remember what it was?" Dean's voice was soft and tender.
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Author's Note Part Two: Yeah, I'm just going to leave it there for now. I'll probably finish this dream/back story/flashback/whatever up in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Please let me know what you think of it so far! I'll try and get another one out soon! I might try and work on a chapter of Tragic Love, Waiting On You, or maybe a one-shot of Dean and Jo. Let me know what you all think!