Hi, okay so i haven't uploaded in a long time. To tell you the truth i wasn't sure whether anyone was reading hence why i pretty much stopped the story. thanks to CeCe Away who encouraged me to keep writing. So this is a longer chapter than the last and it gives a little more info into Ella. Also i get really side tracked, hence why i keep adding new things. I'll try and keep myself focused though no promises. If i am not solving earlier things and i have totally forgotten about them please tell me. At the moment i have no idea where this is going so bear with me. Please, please review if you are reading this, even if its just to tell me that you are there. I would love any sort of feedback good or bad, especially if im doing something wrong as this is my first fanfiction. Also i forgot to say, this is set sometime in season 2.
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural *cries*.
Sam sighed as he scrolled down yet another website, he had found no trace of a man dying in an alleyway. He had been searching for 5 hours and had come up with nothing to show for it. Dean had got bored and headed to the nearest bar in the hopes to hustle the locals out of their money, leaving Sam to do the tedious research. Not that he had minded at the time, Sam would much rather bury his head in a book than spend time in a noisy bar while watching his brother beat his opponents at a game of pool.
Deciding he needed a break, Sam grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. His head was buzzing from the hours spent in front of a computer screen, Sam let the steaming water run over his tired muscles. He hated this town, so far they had come across two cases with no evidence and no clue how to solve them.
Realizing the water was now running cold; Sam quickly turned off the shower and put on the sweatpants and t-shirt before exciting the bathroom. Flopping onto the bed, lately Dean had spent a lot of time in bars and coming back stinking drunk. He didn't expect him back until the early hours of the morning, so Sam buried his throbbing head in the pillow.
Sam was vaguely aware of the sound of the front door opening and the tell tale sounds of his brother stumbling into the room. And he drifted off to sleep, comforted by the fact that for the moment both Dean and he were in one piece.
Abby sighed rubbing her tired eyes as she waited for her husband to pick her up from the diner. A glance at her wristwatch showed her that it was 2:40 am. She hated doing the night shift, there were always loonies and drunkards stumbling in and she often had to persuade customers to leave when they brought their quarrels inside.
Tonight had been especially difficult, one large and very drunk man had taken a fancy for her and she thanked the lord for the gun that was hidden behind the counter, she shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if she hadn't had it for protection.
Where the hell was Ted she huffed, the cold night air was beginning to seep through her bones despite the thick woolen coat that covered her uniform. A noise behind her made her jump but an inspection of the empty parking lot showed she was its only occupant. Shrugging she pulled her coat closer around her body, she was still a little jumpy after the run in with the drunk man at the diner after all. The familiar sound of her husband's car made her sigh in relief and she hurried over as it pulled up the sidewalk. As she opened the passenger side door a blast of wind made her stumble and she briefly heard the unmistakable sound of a feral growl. Her eyes furrowed at the growl, but since it stopped as soon as the door was closed she brushed it aside as a stray dog.
Leaning over to kiss Ted on the cheek, taking in his shaggy brown hair and warm blue eyes. She sighed sinking into the old leather seat, feeling safe now that he was sitting behind her.
"Hey Abby, I'm guessing it was a rough night at work" He said with a smile. "How about I run a bubble bath and we can watch Black Hawk Down."
"You just read my mind" She said, she was so glad she had him, no one understood her better than he did. Pulling away from the curb, Ted drove back towards their house. Abby relaxed as the sound of her husband hummed to the radio lulled her to sleep.
A car horn jolted her awake, and she realized Ted was going at full speed straight towards an intersection.
"Ted, it's a red light slow down," She said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She frowned when the car continued on at the same speed. "Ted slow down, it's a red light" She said more forcefully, she glanced over at her husband when he continued to ignore her. "TED!" she gasped as she took in the horrifying sight of her beloved husbands dull unseeing eyes, blood was running down from a cut across his neck. She sobbed as she shook him crying at the sight of her dead husband as the car sped through the intersection on a collision course with a truck.
Abby cried out in fear as sharp claws grabbed her from her from behind. Abby was dead long before the truck ran into the side of their car.
Sam jolted away, puffing as he attempted to blink the image of the ladies cold dead gaze. He stared at the carpet with wide eyes; the sound of the door opening jolted him into awareness and his brothers entered the room laden with two steaming coffees.
"Hey, nice to see you up sleeping beauty" Dean said setting them down on the table. "Get dressed, we got another case. A young couple died in a car crash last night, but get this, their throats were slit. We gotta go check it out"
Finally turning to look at Sam, Dean took in his brother's shell-shocked appearance and worry instantly settled over him, pushing aside all thoughts of the car crash. "Sammy you okay?" He said, quickly moving to his brother's side. "What happened?"
"I saw it" Sam said, trying to regain his composure as his mind replayed the murder over and over again.
"You had a vision? Did you see what caused it?" Dean asked, he went to the bathroom and got his brother a glass of water.
"Thanks, no I didn't see it. I think it was some kind of dog, I heard growling and it was claws that slit their throats" Sam replied as he gulped down the water.
"Son of a bitch. How did she get out of there?" Dean said storming over to his rucksack and grabbing his gun.
"What do you mean? You know who did this?" Sam said in bewilderment as his brother arm himself.
"It was the Migi, you know the one who's meant to be locked in our trunk" Dean said storming to the door.
"Wait, I'm coming with you" Sam said quickly putting on his jeans and grabbing his jacket. The brothers raced towards where their car was parked and Dean quickly unlocked the boot and threw it open to reveal... absolutely nothing.
"Son of a bitch. How the hell did she get out of there" Dean said in frustration, he and said had put every protection charm they new on the inside of the boot and yet she still got out of there.
As if on cue Dean phone rang. Glancing briefly at the caller ID, he flipped it open while holding it to his ear.
"Bobby what you got?" Dean said while rubbing a hand over his forehead.
"Well it took me ages, but I found her." Bobby replied, "You won't believe where I found it though."
"I think I might if you told me. She escaped and killed two people last night" Dean said wishing that he'd shot her properly instead of with rock salt.
"I found her in the Bible ya Idjit. Whatever killed them wasn't her. Now it doesn't give much of a description, all it says is that she's a warrior of God and there's one description that says 'And the warrior appeared and all those of sin and darkness fled from the name of the Migi, for she shall deliver the wrath of God in all its glory'. Now I don't know about you but I don't think the warrior of God at which darkness apparently flees would go around killing civilians do you?" He said in a gruff voice. "Now if she says she's here to help you then better damn well let her before she decides to let the wrath of God on your sorry asses. Ya Idjits" Bobby said, hanging up the phone before the Dean could say anything.
Dean put away his phone; too shocked by Bobby's little speech to answer the questioning look Sam was giving him.
"So what did Bobby say" Sam said prompting his brother.
"Apparently I shot a warrior of God with rock salt and locked her in my car" Dean said, not quite believing his own words. He'd angered with powerful creatures before but he was starting to think he shouldn't have done so with something that makes evil flee just because someone said its name.
"What? Ella is a warrior of God, you sure?" Sam said, he had been expecting something bizarre but this was totally off the mark.
"Bobby seems to think so, and we just happened to thoroughly piss her off. Now God might not exist but I'm willing go on a little faith here and say that Migi's do" Dean said.
"Well what do we do now?" Sam asked, as he looked around the empty parking lot.
"We should probably find her. I say we go look at the crime scene of that car crash since she seemed to have like laser senses of when people are in trouble, and hope that she doesn't smite our asses on site" Dean said getting into his car.
Sam followed his brother's example and soon the impala was zooming towards the crime scene.
The boys drove into the hotel parking lot after having found no trace of Ella at the crime scene. They did however find out the cause of the deaths.
"I say we get some shut eye and then head out to hunt down this werewolf tonight" Dean said, the couple had obviously been killed by a werewolf but how they got into the car and slit their throats was beyond him.
Glancing over at his brother Dean saw the tell tale signs of a headache. Sam's eyes were pinched he kept repeatedly rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"After we get some painkillers into you of course" Dean said as he got out of the impala and began walking towards their room.
"I'm fine Dean, it's just a headache." Sam insisted.
"Sure your fine" Dean said, glancing at his brother as he swayed slightly on his feet before bracing himself against the wall while Dean unlocked the door.
"What the hell?" Dean said, sitting across the room was a little girl.
"Hello Dean, nice to see you too." She said with a smirk as her eyes flashed purple.
Before either of the boys could say another word, Ella produced one of Deans shotguns from behind her and proceeded to shoot Dean in the chest several times.
Dean collapsed to the floor from the impact and Sam was forced to catch his brother as he fell unconscious.
"Dean!" Sam said placing himself between Dean and the gun wielding Migi. "What the hell was that for?" He yelling turning to glare daggers at the smirking Migi once he was sure his brother was still alive.
"Paybacks a bitch. Don't worry he'll live, its only rock salt after all right?" She said, glaring at Dean with a fury that reminded Sam of what they had discovered from Bobby.
Searing pain blinded Sam before he could reply and he clutched his head crying out in pain. He felt himself crash to the floor and vaguely heard his brother call his name and gentle hands shake him. The pain however still held him in an iron fist and he fell into blissful pain free darkness.
Dean was jolted awake by his brother's cry of pain. Coughing violently from the rock salt that had slammed into his chest, he forced his eyes open and instantly saw his brother clutching his head in pain while the Migi bitch gently shook him while calling his name, obvious confusion plastered on her face.
"Sam!" Dean coughed pushing himself off the floor and racing to his brother's side. "What the hell did you do to my brother?" He yelled furiously, pushing the little girl away from Sam.
"Me, I didn't do this. He just collapsed all of a sudden" She said indignantly, she quickly went to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, which she handed to Dean.
"Well you obviously did something, look at him" Dean said gruffly accepting the towel. "Sammy? It's okay, I'm here just breathe through it little brother" Dean said, cradling Sam's head while gently pressing the cloth to his head.
After a painstaking minute Sam succumbed to the pain and fell blissfully unconscious. Dean instantly checked his pulse and sighed in relief when he found it strong.
"Right that's it. I don't care if you are some warrior of God, no one hurts my brother." Dean said retrieving his gun from his back pocket.
"Me? I didn't do this I didn't even touch him. What the hell are you blaming me for?" She said, putting her tinny hands on her hips and pouting like a child that didn't get her way.
"You shot me with rock salt for God's sake, and your telling me you didn't do this" Dean said in disbelief.
"Hey leave God out of this. And of course I shot you it was payback. But I wouldn't touch Sam" She said looking down at the unconcioncous man with concern.
A groan drew Dean's attention to his brother. "Hey Sammy, rise and shine that's enough beauty sleep." He said shaking brothers shoulders gently.
"Dean?" Sam said, forcing his heavy eyelids open to see his brother's worried face leaning over him.
"Hey Sammy, nice of you to join the party. You alright?" He said glancing over at Ella to make sure she hadn't moved.
"If you can count feeling like someone just shot me in the head as good then yeah I'm great" He said with a groan, slowing picking himself up off the ground, grateful of his brothers support. "Wha' happened" he asked rubbing his aching head.
"Mrs. High and Mighty over there gave you the migraine of the century" Dean said glaring at the little girl who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, I told you I had nothing to do with it" she said with indignation.
Dean was about to reply when someone knocked loudly at the door.
"Oh what now?" Dean groaned getting up to answer the door. "What the hell?" he exclaimed in surprise at their visitor.
Okay so i would really appreciate feedback good or bad. If i shouldn't continue this story please tell me. :D