Chapter 13- Witches Be Bitches
By the time the Impala pulled up to the small town, another strange death had accrued. A high school student drowned in a boiling water while bobbing for apples. Deciding to split up Elliott and Sam went to interrogate the wife of the man that downed the razor blades while Dean went to investigate the high school kid's death.
Elliott was full of sympathy for the poor widow. Losing family and loved ones was very hard. Max's death was still fresh and although Bobby, Sam, and Dean told her that she was doing so much better she still didn't feel any better. Putting on a brave face and diving into the distraction Elliott did her job searching the grieving widow's kitchen while Sam continued to question the woman.
His voice was so calming and soft. Elliott was always in awe of how well he could empathize with people. Even if they didn't reciprocate.
"The candy was never in the oven." The widow's harsh tone snapped Elliott out of her thoughts in her search through the oven."
Elliott gave her a sheepish smile and closed the oven door. "Just being thorough." Sam distracted her again with another question giving Elliott time to continue her search. Almost instantly Elliott found something, and it wasn't good.
Holding up the little brown pouch she found under the refrigerator she gave Sam a nod before tucking the hex bag into her skirt pocket. They left after Sam had actually asked the grieving widow if her late husband could have been having an affair.
"Very subtle Sam." Elliott snorted as they waited for Dean to pick them up in the Impala. Taking a swig of her diet coke standing at a convince store a couple blocks away from the widow's house.
"What? Like you weren't thinking it?" Sam defended himself.
"Of course, I was. But you just don't out right ask a grieving widow if she was being cheated on." Elliott laughed shaking her head at the giant. Sam smile brightened he hadn't seen her laugh since before Max. It was so good to see her smile again. The rumble of the Impala stopped their banter, and Dean pulled up.
"Freaking hate witches, man." Dean complained stepping out of the Impala holding up a hex bag identical to the one they had found at the widow's house.
Sam huffed as Elliott showed Dean the hex bag they found as well. Dean told the couple he needed to grab supplies and ducked into the convenience store. Sam knowing his brother all too well shook his head and Elliott mimicked him when Dean came back out with a shit eating grin and a giant bag of candy. "Don't look at me like that. It's Halloween." Dean defended tossing a wrapper in the plastic bag.
"This ain't an ordinary witch we're dealing with." Sam explained to them as he looked through the hex bag back in the motel room. "-six hundred year old coin, two hundred years extinct herb and charred baby bones." Sam smirked at Dean and Elliott's shivers of disgust. His smirk faltered some realizing how similar his girlfriend and his brother were, causing him to shiver himself. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the thought.
After a little sitting around and research time Sam of course was the one to put it all together. He discovered that this was no ordinary witch. The stupid witch was trying to raise the Samhain a very big and nasty demon. This was way bigger than anything Elliott had ever been a part of.
Both Winchesters were hesitant to continue with the case. Neither of them comfortable with Elliott being around demons, not with Azazel still looking for her. After the boys made a few calls with no other hunters close enough to take on the case the hardly had a choice but to continue with her.
"Why don't you two keep up the nerd session? I'm gonna stake out the widower's house." Dean stood after twenty minutes of research.
"Dean," Sam started but was cut off.
"I got this Sammy. Take care of your girl. Dean patted Sam on the back and gave him a wink. Then snatched his keys making his way to the door. "Oh, and if I find out you two fucked on my bed, you're both dead."
Both Elliott and Sam's went beat red. Not having gotten a chance to be with each other in months. There was always too much going on, and with Elliott just losing her brother Sam didn't feel like there was a right time. As much as Sam was wanted to take the opportunity with his brother being gone, he thought it would be too weird. Like Dean had given him permission to bang his girl, he shivered internally.
So, the couple ignored the older Winchester's words and got back to their task, research. They needed to find out who this crazy witch was and how to stop her before she raises the super powerful demon. To be fair they really did start by researching but by the time Dean called they were half naked and sexually frustrated.
As they worked Sam was at the small table with his laptop, Elliott on the bed legs crossed and elbows propped on her knees with a book on Samhain in her lap. One minute Sam was admiring how cute she was studying with her brows knit in concentration and the next he was standing at the end of the bed.
"Sam?" Elliott looked up from her book at Sam's crooked smile and slide the book to the side.
"We haven't had a moment alone for a while now." Sam leaned down pushing her gently onto her back. She let him nibbling at her lower lip and staring up into hazel lust filled eyes.
"Then we better use out time wisely Jolly Green."
She closed the space between them planting her lips on his. He was practically on top of her but supporting his weight on his elbows. The kiss grew more intense. Running her fingertips through his shaggy locks to the nape of his neck she let out a soft moan, that Sam swallowed down at her lips. Leaning his weight onto one forearm his large hand traced her hip bone with feather light touches to her bare skin where her shirt was riding up. The same hand slid up under the tee and glided across her ribs, moving to take the tee shirt off completely. His sloppy kisses returned after throwing the shirt across the room. Lips moving down her jaw to the hallow of her throat.
As if it were clockwork the second Elliott's fingers started to fumble with the button on his jeans his phone went off. Groaning in frustration, Sam hung his head listening to the ringtone.
"Just get it, Sam. We're on a case you can't really just ignore him." She panted. They waited a moment as the ringing continued. He groaned again letting his head fall to rest on her bra covered chest. When the ringing ended, he nuzzled his head further between her breast playfully pulling her bra down with his teeth. He licked and nipped at her exposed breasts causing her to let out a soft mew.
The phone started ringing again, this time Sam growled before finally picking it up, not bothering to move away from her chest. "What?!" Sam snapped at his brother on the phone.
"Dude, answer your damn phone. I found the connection." Elliott overheard the older Winchester on the other side of the call. "The teen at the boiling apple bobbers death is the razorblade dude's babysitter."
"Great. We have a connection. I'll do more investigating." He sighed, then looked down to Elliott. "Dean?"
"Yeah?" Dean's voice echoed out of the phone.
"Don't hurry back." Sam growled hanging up before getting an answer and attacking Elliott again.
Elliott felt so relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Sure, she still had demon blood in her, a yellow eyed demon was after her, and she still missed her brother, but Sam sure knew how to make a girl forget her worries. She was spacing out as they entered the high school art room to talk with the girl's teacher that connected the two victims.
"Bring back memories?" Sam huffed to Dean and Elliott looking at the creepy papier-mâché masks.
Dean blinked a few times before answering. "What do you mean?"
"Being a teenager all that angst." Sam scoffed, but Elliott could see Dean's hesitation and jumped in to save him.
"I don't know if I'd call that angst. More like stoned." She chuckled and gestured at the kid trying to fit a giant bong in the kiln. Sam again found himself smiling at her, amusement. "He's doing that all wrong…"
Dean grinned wickedly, at her wording, and was thankful for the change of subject. "Is that right? And how would you know the right way?"
"Well most teachers would smash such obvious paraphernalia. So, you gotta be smart about it. Disguise it as a vase at least." Elliott explained with a shrug. "But pipes are way easier because they're so small."
Sam's eyes went wide at her in shock, brows just about touching his hairline unable to speak.
"Elliott Anders, were you the stoner kid in school?" Dean teased his smirk growing wild.
"I made a turtle shaped pipe for Max's birthday one year…" Elliott sighed a mixture of sad and happy at the fond memories.
"And here I thought you were a geek like Sammy in school." Dean chuckled looking impressed.
"Dean," Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head at his brother.
"Oh no, I was a major geek!" Elliott grinned at Sam and gave him a nod in solidarity. She was proud of her geekiness. "Dungeons and Dragons, Lord of The Rings, Doctor Who, Marvel comics, you name it! Just smoking before playing a campaign, watching a scifi flick or reading can be super trippy..." Elliott trailed off going bright red as the art teacher smiled at them from the doorway.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." The art teacher huffed extremely amused by Elliott's red face, obviously overhearing their conversation.
The teacher Don, (just Don) thankfully said nothing else about their conversation. He actually was able to give them the name of the apartment complex the teen that connected the two victims lived alone in. Which was great considering he thought she was a stoner FBI agent. She didn't think he would believe their cover due to her little slip up. Unfortunately, the teen's apartment was a bust. When they came up with nothing at the apartment complex, they headed back to their cheap motel for the time being to regroup.
"She can't have gotten far. Witch bitch still needs to make the third sacrifice." Elliott summarized getting out of Baby.
"She's not at her apartment not at the school, none of her friends know where she is," Sam listed brainstorming and walking up to the motel.
"Like the witch has hopped the broom." Dean mumbled.
Elliott opened the door to their sleazy motel room. Then acting on hunter instincts her hand flew to her glock at her waist and took aim at the two strange men in their room. After being taken by demons Elliott had been hyper aware of her surroundings and she wasn't going down without a fight.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus." She started shouting the exorcism as Sam came in next to her gun out and aimed as well.
"Who are you!" Sam demanded taking aim and stepping forward to block Elliott from their view.
Elliott stopped hesitantly when she saw the men weren't reacting to Sam let alone her exorcism. Dean bringing up the rear now barreled through the door ordering Sam and Elliott to stop.
"Sam! Ellie! Wait!" Dean shouted and stepped up between the guns and the strangers, forcing them to lower their weapons. "That's Castiel. The angel."
Elliott vaguely remembered the name of the angel. What she did remember clearly was that Dean had told her and Max this angel had pulled him out of Hell. Both Sam and Elliott did a double take eyes wide and jaw slack with awe.
"Him, I don't know." Dean gestured to the other figure. The angels were tall, though shorter than the Winchesters skyscraper heights. The one named Castiel had messy black hair a stern face and was wearing a trench coat. Castiel tilted his head to the side as his intense ice blue eyes focused on Sam and Elliott.
"Sam Winchester and Elliott Anders." Castiel greeted with a deep monotoned voice. Elliott instantly felt uneasy and swallowed hard. The young Winchester was nervous as well, but it seemed like he was more excited than warry.
"Oh, my God. -Er -uh -I didn't mean to uh- It's an honor." Sam stuttered nervously and held his hand out for the trenchcoated angel to shake. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Yeah when Dean first mentioned angels-" Elliott was cut off by Castiel's deep monotoned voice.
"And I you. Then humans with the demon blood. Glad to see you have both ceased your extracurricular activities."
Castiel's ice blues drilled into each of them. Sam blinked back the hurt and shock, tensing protectively as Elliott flinched at the angel's words. She bit her lip looking away hating that title, but she was quick to mask how it affected her.
"Have you found the witch? Is she dead?" Castiel turned to question Dean.
"No, but we know who she is." Elliott rushed out not wanting to be cut off again. The trenchcoated angel fixed her with a pointed stare.
Castiel pulled out a hex bag and handed it to Dean. "Apparently the witch knows who you are as well. Do you know where the witch is now?"
"You're an angel why do you even care about a witch?" Dean defended.
"The rising of Samhain is one of the sixty six seals. Lucifer can not rise the breaking of the sixty six seals must be prevented at all costs."
Elliott's eyes widened. Sam and Dean had told her about the sixty six seals but only in passing like it wasn't a real worry. She was embarrassed to admit that through her grieving and the drama of being wanted by the yellow eyed demon she had forgotten about it almost completely.
"Enough of this." The other angel commanded finally speaking. Elliott jumped slightly forgetting he was even there. He was stocky with dark skin, and a harsh glare.
"Who are you and why should I care?" Dean sassed causing the angel to turn from the window. Elliott tugged on the sleeve of Dean's jacket. Something scared her about the two angels, and she didn't think it wise to taunt them.
"This is Uriel, he's what you might call a specialist." Castiel introduced.
Elliott dared to speak up again, quietly questioning his words. "Specialist? What are you going to do?"
"You need to leave this place." Castiel gazed at Dean ignoring her.
"Why?" Sam breathed.
"Because we are about to destroy it."
She thought angels were supposed to be the good guys. They didn't just kill innocents, right? Dean's voice broke through her thoughts threating the angels. Refusing to leave the town, claiming that they would go down fighting.
All three hunters piled into Baby. Dean seething mad while both Elliott and Sam sulked. That seemed to make Dean even more annoyed.
"What?" Dean snapped at them glancing between the two. The couple glanced at each other before shrugging. Elliott leaned over the front bench seat from the back and took the hex bag form Sam. "You going to help us out Princess or you gonna keep fingering your bone?" Dean couldn't help himself still smiling when Sam gave him a strong bitch face. Elliott chuckled lightly coughing to clearing her throat.
"I know where we need to go."
Realizing the hex bag showed up after they talked to Don the hippie art teacher they broke into the school. When they found more charred baby bones and other ingredients in the hippie teachers desk Elliott was rewarded with an intense kiss from Sam and an 'atta girl' from Dean.
Rushing to the teachers house they made it just in time. The teen Tracy was tied up and Don the art teacher was at her throat with a knife. Sam stepped into the basement first firing a couple shots killing Don instantly. The Winchesters hurried to free the girl as Elliott checked Don's pulse confirming he was dead.
"Ugh-thank you! That sick son of a bitch was going to kill me!" Elliott heard the girl go off. "Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?"
Elliott's breath hitched all three of the hunters drew their guns too late. The teen spewed Latin throwing them back with an invisible force. Elliott yelped insides twisting and grinding in pain. Hunching over and curling in on herself she whimpered on the floor. The witch kept talking but the pain was all Elliott could focus on as she writhed. Sam and Dean's groans met her ears and she lifted her head to see them struggling against the witch's invisible torture as well.
Although she couldn't fully make out what the witch was saying across the room, Elliott was able to tell that she was now chanting in Latin. A whimper escaped her throat as Elliott twisted to look up at Sam as their time was running out. Sam grunted and held a finger to his lips telling her to keep quiet before she felt his large hand swipe something warm and wet along her face. When her eyes flicked to him and Dean, with red splotched on their face she realized what Sam had smeared on her. Blood, the dead teacher's blood. An image of blood flowing freely from Max's chest reared its way into her mind at the sight. She closed her eyes against the awful memory but the visual became more intense and detailed behind her closed eyelids.
Sam's blood coated hand was on her wrist snapping her out of it. His concerned eyes were wide and flicking from the witch finishing her Latin to Elliott, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze and whispering to her.
"Don't move."
The pain finally subsided when the witch finished her incantation, and the ground began to shake. A dark smoke filled the air before B-lining it to the teacher's corpse. Elliott did her best trying not to even breathe as the body that used to belong to the teacher stood up and walked around to the teen witch before snapping her neck. Elliott held completely still as she felt the demon's eyes linger on her before it kept walking past them and out of the house.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean hissed getting up off the floor.
"Halloween lore." Elliott breathed back, putting it together quickly, and receiving a proud smile from the younger Winchester.
"People use to wear masks to hide from him. So, I gave it a shot." Sam shrugged.
"You gave it a shot?!" Dean hissed outraged.
"You alright Ellie?" Sam questioned ignoring his brother. She refused to look him or Sam in the eye not wanting the images of Max to flash behind her eyelids again but responded quickly.
"Yea, let's get out of here." Sam hesitated, able to see she was dealing with something, but it was obvious that she didn't want to explain and they had a demon to go after. He led the way out of the basement. Elliott brought up the rear wiping her face of the blood as she did.
"Dean," Sam mumbled quietly trying to get only his attention. Failing completely because Elliott was looking at him as well. He was glad that once they had wiped up all the blood on their faces Elliott was looking at him again, but right now he didn't want her to hear this.
"Sam?" Dean raised a brow at his brother's quiet tone, not bothering to look away from the road as he drove.
"This demon is too powerful. It might take more than the usual weapons to take him down." Sam spoke slowly. Both men sent cautious glances to the hunter in the backseat then back to each other.
"No. Sam, Ruby's knife is enough." Dean stated coldly.
"Dean,"
"I said no Sam. The damn angels told you not to."
"Is someone going to fill me in here?" Elliott spoke over the bickering brothers.
"You wanna tell your girl Sammy?" Dean raised a brow threateningly and offering Sam their demon killing knife as an alternative. Sam gave a defeated sigh and took it from Dean.
"I'll explain later Ellie. Let's just save the town first?" The young Winchester offered with an apologetic look. Elliott sighed and gave in the moment he displayed his sad puppy eyes.
Elliott could hear the screaming as they pulled up to the cemetery. In a rush all three hunters were out of the Impala duffels and weapons packed and drawn. They ran down the stairs of the mausoleum to come up to an iron gate full of costumed screaming teens.
"Help them." Sam commanded.
"Dude, you're not going off alone!" Dean argued.
"Dean, go! I got this. You boys go!" Elliott shouted and turned back to the screaming teenagers. That made Sam hesitate obviously not liking the idea of leaving Elliott alone right now. "I said go!" she ordered making the Winchesters scurry off.
The brothers had disappeared around the corner when she shot open the gate, releasing the slutty costumed teens. She waved them out yelling at them to speed them along. When the first animated corpse fell out of the wall, she steeled herself ready for a fight. She spun and stabbed him with the silver stake before ducking from a second one. Quickly grabbing another silver stake from her duffel on the ground she impaled the second one.
"Ellie!"
"Dean?" She panted taking a third one out. "What the Hell are you doing? Why aren't you with Sam?"
"He sent me back. Didn't want you fighting these fuckers alone with a bum arm." Dean gestured his head to her left arm still entrapped in thick white plaster. The flower doodles still bright on the pale cast. Elliott threw him a silver stake. He caught it just in time to twist around and get one that had been coming up behind him.
"And you listened to him? Dean! That is Samhain he is after! I can take out a few stupid zombi-" Elliott was cut off mid sentence and flung across the room into the granite wall. She let out a surprised yelp and groaned at the pain in her shoulder.
"Ellie!" Dean's called out. A ghost flickered holding her in place a foot off the ground. Dean growled before shooting a blast of rock salt at it. Landing on her ass Elliott winced panting she let her head fall back against the wall with a sigh.
"That's it, I'm torching everybody." Dean grumbled helping her to her feet.
She quickly followed Deans orders and soon they had a nice fire going. They hurried down the hallways to find Sam before they could get trapped by the fire. Dean saw his brother first. Breath hitching and feet halted in his tracks. When Elliott got a good look at her giant her hazel green eyes went wide, although it took her a moment to understand what she was seeing.
Sam stood with an outstretched hand the demon Samhain was up against the wall struggling with an invisible force. Her giant's grunts could be heard as he used an unknown power to take on the demon. Sam's hazel eyes flicked up to see his two hunting Dean and Elliott standing in the archway staring at him. When his gaze landed on their wide eyes he winced, pained by their shock. Elliott just watched frozen to the spot as black smoke began to spew from the demon's mouth and eyes. She was unaware of how her jaw hung slightly at the sight of her giant exorcising a demon with his mind.
The demon let out an aggravated howl as Sam continued ignoring his audience. Pain scrunched Sam's features together and he grabbed his forehead without stopping his mind exorcism. Elliott's jaw shut, brows shot up and she took a step forward to go to Sam, but Dean's hand wrapped around her upper arm stopping her.
"Sam?" Elliott breathed not even looking at Dean holding her back. Worry increased tenfold when she spotted the blood dripping from his nose. Dean's grip on her arm was too strong and she couldn't get any closer. Sam's painful grunting got louder, as the demon struggled and spewed even more black smoke. Then with the last of the smoke appearing to sink into the earth, the body fell with a thunk.
Sam was panting heavily blood dribbled down from his nose over his lip and past his chin. Hesitantly he brought his gaze to meet Elliott's looking like a disobedient child. He chanced a look to his big brother's disapproving green eyes before going back to his girls.
"Ellie," Sam swallowed hard unable to read her reaction. Dean interrupted the moment unhappily barking at them. Something about the place being on fire and needing to scram before the cops showed up, promising that they would talk later.
After a silent and extremely awkward car ride they made it back to the motel. Dean was too upset to stay or even talk. The moment he pulled up the cheap motel he mumbled something about needing a drink, extending an invitation to Elliott. Sam was surprised when she declined, but wouldn't look up from his shoes when he felt Dean's worried gaze. It was obvious to the young Winchester that his brother was uncomfortable leaving Elliott alone with him, but he left anyway. Tires squealing as he pulled out of the lot.
Inside the motel Sam sat on the edge of their bed avoiding eye contact letting his knee bouncing anxiously. He was almost certain he scared the crap out of Elliott back there. He had hoped to explain it to her before she'd see him use his mind exorcism thing. Really, he didn't ever want her to see it. Of course, he was aware his big brother was mad and disappointed in him for using his mind exorcism thing. As much as it hurt him to know what his brother thought of him, he was utterly terrified of how Elliott was about to react. Terrified she'd be disgusted by him or worse so horrified she might leave him. The thought made his heart speed up with panic. He couldn't handle her leaving. She had been his best source of happiness since Jess he didn't want to lose that. Sam even thought she had been the cause of Dean's happiness lately as well. When Dean first came back from Hell, he wasn't the same man, though he tried to hide it Sam could see he was struggling. Dean's smiles had rarely met his eyes, his laughs had been hallow. Then after just a night of drinking with Elliott and Max, Sam could see a real smile on his brothers face again. Things were finally getting back to almost normal. Elliott Anders had somehow become a fixed point of happiness for both of the Winchesters, Sam couldn't lose her.
"Sam?" Elliott's soft voice broke through his thoughts bringing him back to reality. She placed her uncasted hand on his leg to stop its insecure bouncing. "Relax a bit Jolly Green? Starting to make me anxious." She chuckled humorlessly. He instantly stilled his nervous tick. His instinctual apologetic puppy eyes looked up to meet her hazel green ones.
"I'm really sorry Elliott." Sam sighed his large hand moved slowly to cover hers on his knee. He looked down surprised by how small and dainty her hand was in his, as his hand almost dwarfed hers. "I should have told you, I know. I just- I was terrified how you would-will- might react."
"That's it?"
Sam looked back to her brows knit together in confusion. "That's it, what? What do you mean that's it? You just saw me exorcise a demon with my mind. I'm a freak."
"Well, so am I." Elliott shrugged, not breaking eye contact.
"No-" Sam immediately began to deny, almost angry that she'd even consider herself a freak. He stopped his protests when she held her hand out for him to stop.
"Sam. I can heal- transfer injuries- uh, whatever you wanna call it. I have a weird freaky ability. So if you are a freak? Then so am I. We can be freaks together, Giant." She chuckled before sighing to give him a stern look. "That's not why I am upset."
It hurt Sam that she would ever think of herself that way. She was anything but a freak in his eyes. He wanted to continue to arguing with her about it but was distracted by the fact that she said that she wasn't scared of him. The burst of hope was crushed by confusion.
"Hhn? Then what are you upset about?"
"How can you tell me not to use my power and turn around and use your own?" She breathed.
Sam had to take a moment before answering, not expecting that. Straightening his posture, and tilting his head as he tried to respond mouth opening and closing a couple times before he was able to speak. "That's different, Ellie."
"How? The angels didn't seem to think so. They don't want either of us using are abilities. Remember? How is it okay for you and not for-"
"Because I'm not hurting myself, Elliott." Sam retorted quickly as if it were obvious.
"Really?" She asked quietly. "Don't you dare say it's not the same Winchester. I saw the pain on your face when you exorcised that demon."
Elliott huffed shaking her head before he had a chance to deny her again, she quickly reached out to his face. Instinctually he flinched back and grabbed her wrist, but let go almost as quickly. Moving slower she reached out touching his face with a feather light touch. Her eyes tightening narrowing in on his like she was focusing on something. Sam jumped away from her as if he had been electrocuted when he saw blood dribble down from her nose.
"Damnit Ellie, I said stop doing that!" Sam nearly shouted, shocked that he had once again let her take his own injury.
"That's not the point." Elliott rolled her eyes then swiped her fingers gently over the skin above her upper lip. Then held her fingers out for him to see the little smear of red. "We both get hurt Sam."
He sighed running a hand through his hair and shaking it out at the ends. Another drop of blood dripped down from her nose this time it fell over her lips almost to her chin. Grinding his teeth, Sam went back to her immediately forcing her to sit on the bed then reached for an unused fast food napkin from last night's diner and wiped up the blood.
"Alright. Alright. How about a compromise?" Sam offered while holding the napkin to her nose and tilting her head back to trying to stop the bleeding.
"I'm listening." Elliott responded with a stuffed nose.
"It's obvious that the angels don't want either of us to use our abilities, and that we don't want each other to, right?" Sam continued after she gave him a small nod. "We don't use our powers. Either of us. If giving up exorcising demons like this keeps you from getting hurt, -I can stop."
"Really?" She scrunched her brows. "You'd do that for me?"
Sam tilted her head back to normal removing the bloody napkin to give her a gentle kiss. "Of course." He pulled away and dabbed up the last of her bloody nose.
"Deal." She whispered, going in to meet his lips again.
They waited till the next morning when Dean was up and about to leave to get breakfast to tell him about their deal. Dean seemed much more at easy after they explained that neither one of them were going to use their powers now. That as long as one didn't use theirs the other wouldn't.
Elliott jumped into the shower when Dean went to snag breakfast, leaving Sam to pack up. When the angel Uriel appeared on the couch behind him Sam he sighed.
"What are you doing here?" Sam growled, now that he knew angels weren't as great as he once thought.
"Tomorrow's November second. The day Azazel killed your mother and twenty two years later Jessica More." Uriel stated. "I'm curious, are you worried about your new whore?"
Sam tensed up anger boiling under his skin. "Is that a threat?"
"No, not yet. I'm merely disappointed you blatantly use the power Azazel has given you when he has caused so much death around you."
"I did what I had to do. If Samhain had gotten loose on this town-"
"You have been warned twice now. You and your little whore."
"Don't call her that!" Sam barked now furious. The angel only chuckled with an all knowing smirk on his face. "You know, my brother was right. Angels are dicks."
Suddenly Uriel was standing in front of the hunter. "The only reason that bitch in there," Uriel gestured toward the bathroom where they could still hear the shower going. "is still alive Sam Winchester, is because you have been useful. The moment that ceases to be true, I will turn you both to dust."
Sam released a shaky breath, his jaw clenching at the threat.
"Or in her case I could be poetic and burn her to ash." Sam's couldn't hide his reaction from the angel. Hazel eyes widened breath audibly hitched at the threat. "As for your brother? Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell." With that Uriel smiled smugly at the hunter's petrified face before disappearing from the motel room.
Sam blinked a few times before looking at the bathroom door worried. Then booked it. "Ellie!" He shouted scared Uriel would follow through with his threats, that something could happen to her any moment. He burst open the door in a panic not even embarrassed when he saw her naked form stepping out of the shower.
Elliott squeaked at the bumbarsion jumping a foot and clutched the towel to her chest. She was just about to tell the giant off for bursting in and scaring her like that but stopped seeing his panic.
"Sam? Are you okay?" He didn't reply just took to large steps to embrace her in a bone crushing hug. "Sam? Sam stop you're getting your clothes all wet. Sam?"
"I don't care." He breathed shutting his eyes tight and kissing the top of her head. "I don't care."
No matter how much Elliott pestered him Sam never explained what caused him to react the way he did. His strange behavior proceeded to get even weirder for a few days. Sam had always been protective but never like this. November second the day after the bathroom incident had been severely worse. She had woken to him clinging to her much like he had in the bathroom. The young Winchester had followed Elliott around like a baby duck all day.
Even Dean noticed his brother's strange behavior. Teasing Sam when he insisted Elliott keep the bathroom door cracked while she got ready. That is until Sam mumbled the date to him. Dean had gone pale and stoic when he heard the date, asking Elliott to just hummer him. After that Dean wouldn't say a word about his little brother's clingy behavior. Suggesting that they just drive until they found a new case. They drove through the night making only two stops. One for gas and the other when Elliott couldn't hold her bladder any longer. Even then Sam stood outside the women's restroom at the gas station until Elliot was finished. Taking her by the hand to go straight back to the Impala.
The next few days were much better but she could still feel Sam's puppy eyes on her when she wasn't looking. If it weren't for how scared Sam looked Elliott would be far past annoyed. It had her worried, especially because no one would tell her what was happening. As the giant began to ease off so did her worry. Somethings she didn't have to know. Sam had his own past, and as long as things continued to get better, she could let the strange behavior go.
Authors Note: Hey hope this chapter was okay, I hate writing episodes from the show because I assume if you are reading this you have seen the episode from the show. I just felt that I had to show Elliott reacting to Sam's mind exorcisms.
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