Chapter 17- Let's Murder A Disney Princess
"Dude! Come on!" Dean criticized as they made their way to the motel of the week. Watching Sam stare at his phone for the millionth time was getting too depressing. "I miss her too Sammy, but she said she needed space."
"It's been a whole month Dean. She only texted me once." He looked down at his phone displaying the text screen he couldn't stop looking at. Showing a simple text.
'I'm okay. Not hunting alone. Don't worry about me Giant 3.'
Sam sighed as he fiddled with his phone in the passenger's seat. He scrolled through his multiple unanswered texts responses before scrolling back up to her text. "She should have checked in again by now."
"Okay, how about after this case we start asking around? Maybe Bobby will finally give in, and tell us where she's at?" Dean suggested. Although the older brother's words were comforting, he was unable to shake his smile.
Sam rolled his eyes as they pulled up to the front of their motel room. "Really? This case has you too cheery." Sam complained opening his door and stepping out of the Impala.
"Strippers Sammy, strippers. We are on an actual case with strippers." Dean grinned from ear to ear. "Now go do your homework while I check out anyone who might have known the victims." Excited to go to the strip club to interview any possible witnesses. The case was a weird one, multiple murderers claimed to have met a stripper that convinced them to kill for them. His grin turning into a full on toothy grin.
"Dean that siren could be anyone of those girls, just- Just be careful?" Sam grumbled leaving him to go research in the motel room.
Elliott frowned looking down at Sam's latest text. He was worried about her. She could tell and honestly, she was worried about him as well. The entire month she had been trying to text him back. Every time she would start typing out an apology or an update, she would immediately second guess herself and erase her text before she could even send it. Nothing she typed was good enough. It was obvious that she was not handling the separation as well as she had hoped but she really didn't want him to know that. He needed to trust her before she could really hunt with him again. It had been easier when she was hunting with Asa. He had been good at making sure they were always on a case, keeping them busy and her mind off of Sam. Then it turned out Asa had his own demons, so they went their separate ways. It wasn't that she couldn't hunt on her own, she could no problem. It was that when it was just her, she tended to get distracted doing research, or during an interview just wondering what her Giant was up to. Shaking her thoughts, she turned her phone off and tucked it into her boot.
She sighed taking another look at her reflection in the cheap light up full length mirror. She felt ridiculous, and couldn't wait until this case was solved. Being a girl that normally didn't use much makeup it took her a little extra time to figure out how to use all of the stuff one of the other girls lent her. When a few of the girls realized that she didn't know how to do makeup they jumped at the chance to do it for her. She looked like a painted whore. She chuckled at the expression when she realized how close to the truth those words were. Now that she had taken most of the more extreme stuff off, she looked a little better.
Elliott flicked her long copper blonde braid over her shoulder to examine her wardrobe for her first night. This undercover job was embarrassing enough as is. So, to make herself feel more comfortable Elliott decided that if she was going to be an exotic dancer, she was going to be a nerdy one. The costume store associate had been all too willing to help her, and settled her with a slave girl Leia outfit. Slutty yet nerdy. It honestly seemed like a better idea at the costume store. Elliott kept pulling at the costume trying to cover herself more, only to reveal more in another area. The waxy plastic bikini top was definitely a size or two too small, causing her breasts to almost fall out. Which was probably the point. The gold on the top matched the gold that slung around low on her hips holding up the thin strips of long maroon fabric that was supposed to be a skirt.
"Leia, you're up next." Candy called out to her with a wink. Elliott worried her lower lip between her teeth before putting on a brave face. Sighing she made her was to the obnoxiously red curtain that leads out to the dancer's stage.
"We got a special treat for you tonight gentlemen." Candy's mock ditsy voice echoed on the speaker system over the rock music. "We have some fresh meat tonight, and she has graced you nerds out there with your wildest fantasies. Gentlemen, say hello to Princess Leia!"
The curtains pulled back quickly revealing a nervous Elliott. She made her way on to the floor with what she hoped was a seductive smile. The music pulsed loudly and lighting was glowing multi colored yet dim and smokie. Not yet confident but good at putting on a brave face Elliott let her hips rock to the music as she made her was to her spot on the stage. It helped to not really look at the men and women around her, just to stay in her own head. The song had just changed when she heard a familiar voice catch her attention shouting in her direction.
"What the Hell?!"
Elliott froze her muscles tense, eyes blown wide. She never expected to see him here.
"Ellie?! What the Hell are you doing?!" Dean Winchester was shouting making his way over to her, leaving a man in a suit at his table.
"Shit." Elliot cursed under her breath. Turning around she gave her annoyed boss an apologetic smile and gestured that she was going on a smoke break. Hopping down from the small stage as Dean reached her. "Dean. Stop." Elliott hissed. She kept looking around to see if he was blowing her cover and of course, half of the club was looking their way.
Ignoring her he pulled her away from the edge of the stage by her upper arm. "Elliott Anders, you blow off my texts and calls for weeks because you are freaking stripping?" Dean scowled and his face went pink when he looked down at what she was wearing.
"Dammit Dean! I'm undercover you moron!" She hissed angerly back at him, yanking her arm free. She plastered on a fake smile and nodded to the bouncer and anyone still looking.
"As a freaking stripper?" Dean hissed then frowned and looked around the club before coming back to her. "Wait Ellie, who put you up to this?"
"It's a hunt Dean. I'm after an exotic dancer siren, so the obvious move would be to go undercover as an exotic dancer. No one put me up to anything."
"No one? You're hunting alone?"
She paused wincing internally. Just knowing this was going to have Dean angry. When he got no answer, he cursed up a storm.
"I can handle myself, Dee." Elliott crossed her arms which unfortunately pushed up her cleavage. Dean cringed and looked away from the sight of the girl he considered his little sister half naked. Then shook his head avoiding looking in her direction and started taking off his fed suit jacket.
"Oh, who is this young lady?" The man Dean had been sitting with before stepped up to them. His dark eyes running over Elliott's body slowly. Dean put his jacket over her shoulders, covering her up with a stern glare to the mystery man.
"My little sister." Dean growled shutting the man up instantly and leading her to the exit.
"Dean," She sighed. "Dean wait,"
"Elliott," He started before sighing. Giving her a pleading look his cheeks still a little pink. "Please."
She sighed, but couldn't help the twitch of her lips. He cared, and she really did miss him. Not to mention she may be aching to see Sam again as well, she thought secretively.
"Let's work this together. Were both here, and this way you won't have to strip." He bargained softly. His eyes were not as puppy like as his brothers but they were still hard to say no to. Also not having to dress like this and dance on stage would be pretty nice.
"One condition." She reasoned, stepping outside with him and the other man that was quietly following Dean like a lost puppy. "No more treating me like a kid. I'm an equal partner in this hunt. Period." Dean nodded his approval.
"Okay, not a problem." Dean vowed serious enough that Elliott could tell he meant it.
"It's a deal then. You did just blow my cover though… I'll need to figure something else out." Elliott thought out loud.
"Uh, is your sister FBI too?" The man in the suit behind Dean questioned suspiciously. Elliott quickly glanced at him and Dean assessing the man before answering.
"Detective actually." Elliott covered for herself. "-and you are?"
He cleared his throat before answering. "Agent Nick Monroe. FBI." He held his hand out for her to shake but she just gave him an awkward smile and ignored his hand.
"Uh, sorry glitter everywhere. Still need to clean up." She turned to Dean tightening the jacket around her against the cold breeze. "Can you drop me off at my motel? I would really love to get into something normal."
Dean laughed and threw his arm around her shoulders leading her to the Impala. She let herself smile when she laid eyes on it. Not realizing she had also missed Baby until now. They were only driving for a few minutes when she spoke up from the passenger's seat. Sam's seat. He wasn't here and she couldn't help but ask.
"Dee, where is Sam?" Elliott asked doing her best to keep her features neutral and stare out the window at the passing lights. Agent Nick Monroe in the back seat just quietly observing the two in front of him.
"He's fine Ell. Worried sick about you mostly, but he's fine." Dean smirked when he saw her shoulders sag and relief wash over her face.
"Been worried about him too." She mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Then remembering the FBI agent in the back seat turned awkwardly to face him and glanced back and forth from the agent to Dean.
"So- Agent Monroe," Elliott started.
"Please. Call me Nick." He smiled flirtatiously at her leaning forward hand on the back of the bench seat. Elliott leaned away trying to smile politely.
"-Monroe. Is there somewhere I can drop you off? I'd like to talk to my sister." Dean turned his gaze away from the road briefly to glare at the agent's hand on the back of the seat near Elliott and cleared his throat.
"Uh, yeah okay." Agent Monroe removed his hand from the seat before telling Dean where to drop him off. Dean pulled up to Nick Monroe's car only a minute later.
"So I'll meet up with you later. Talk about the case." Dean told him as he was climbing out of the back seat.
"Yeah, of course Deano." Nick smiled and patted the top of the Impala. "-and it was nice to meet you detective." He added before shutting the door.
"Deano?" Elliott snickered. "Since when are you cool with people calling you Deano?"
Dean hit the gas speeding off. "Shut up. He actually is not too bad for a suit. That is when he's not hitting on my little sister." He grumbled the last part with the slightest annoyance.
"Please." Elliott scoffed. "He's a fed."
"I know weird. But the guy is alright. Likes classic rock, classic cars,"
"Stop crushing on the guy already." She snorted.
"I'm not- I don't- Grrr," Dean growled stumbling on his words. "Whatever you are thinking stop. We've got a case to work."
"Alright, alright." Elliott chuckled. "You did figure out our monster of the week is a siren, right?"
"Of course we have." Dean answered obviously offended.
"Yeah?" She grinned. "With or without Bobby's help?" Elliott taunted getting satisfaction in his grumbled response.
When Dean pulled up to the wrong motel, she gave him a questioning stare. "Uh, Dean? This isn't my motel."
"No, shit." Dean gave her a bitch face. "It's my motel." He smirked and turned off the engine.
"What? Dean no. I have all my supplies, my research, my clothes at mine!" She squeaked and pulled the jacket tighter around her. What if Sam was in there? She thought in a panic. She wanted to see Sam again so badly, but not like this. How mortifying, she was dressed like a slutty science fiction character for fuck's sake. She felt so ridiculous right now and could feel the heat in her cheeks and ears.
"Oh, don't tell me your shy now Princess Leia?" Dean snorted and got out of the car. Then leaned in the window to convince her to come in. "Just need to check in and see if Sam's got anything new." He contained his grin at Elliott's face burning red and eyes popping wide.
"Sam? -but, I -I can't see him dressed like this." She sputtered hopelessly.
"What's the matter Leia, why so shy all of a sudden? You didn't seem so shy when you were on stage." Dean continued now smiling.
"Dean this isn't funny." Elliott bit her lip nervously. Dean sighed his grin falling into a sincere smile.
"It'll be fine sweetheart. It's just Sam. He's been so worried about you, maybe he won't notice." Dean encouraged. "-and he brought back dinner, I'm starving." She reluctantly sighed and followed him to the door.
Dean quickly opened the motel door to the smell of fried chicken. "Umm. That smells awesome." He stepped into the small cheap motel room. Sam didn't even look up from his seat at the little table with his laptop, an empty salad bowl and a bucket of chicken. Too focused on what was on his screen to turn to his brother.
"Hey, Dean, I think I found a way to kill the siren-" Sam began but was interrupted, by a soft familiar voice.
"A bronze dagger coated in it's victim's blood?"
His head snapped up from his laptop. Wide hazel eyes landing on her in a weird mixture of shock, relief, and excitement.
"Oh, I ran into someone at the club." Dean shrugged and moved to sit down at the table. He avoided his brother's love sick puppy eyes, and dug through the bucket of chicken.
"Ellie," Sam breathed under his breath. Then before she knew what to do Sam was out of his seat and in just a few strides of his impossibly long legs was sweeping her up into a constricting hug. It took her a moment to get over the shock but she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso a relived smile painting her face.
"I missed you Jolly Green." She sighed softly just for him to hear. He let out an amused huff and pulled her back to kiss her forehead. As they parted Elliott scanned Sam for any new injuries or scars, unaware of him doing the same until it was too late.
"What,- uh, Ellie?" Sam's eyes grew dark his cheeks flushed and his brows knit in confusion. "Uh, why are you wearing, that?"
Dean snorted loudly almost choking on his chicken as Elliot's entire face turned beat red. She quickly pulled Dean's fed jacket close covering her outfit.
"I was undercover." She huffed trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks.
"Undercover where? Tatooine?" Sam questioned unable to make sense of the slave girl Leia costume.
Dean roared with laughter throwing his head back. Tears were building in his eyes as he barked out. It took a moment for him to recover enough to speak again.
"Try the strip club." Dean wheezed when his laughter was dying down and he was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
"The what?" Sam nearly shouted his eyes so wide she was surprised they didn't pop out.
"I'm working the case." Elliott defended herself, crossing her arms, unknowingly pushing her breasts up. "Or I was until this asshat blew my cover." She sent a look over to Dean.
"Excuse me for not wanting to see my sis- you like that." Dean argued around a mouth full of chicken. She rolled her eyes.
"You were stripping?" Sam bellowed out stunned. Then stopped abruptly and turned to Dean with worry. "You didn't see her-"
"No!" Both Dean and Elliott shouted. The relief was clear to see in Sam features.
"I was getting intel. Trying to find out who our killer Disney Princess is." Elliott tried to explain. "I narrowed out most of the girls. I just-"
"Killer Disney Princess?" Dean blurted face scrunched in confusion.
"The names of the girls that influenced the murdered?" She hinted with a raised brow. Then when both him and Sam just stared blankly, she clarified. "They all have Disney Princess names."
"So we can narrow it down by the stripper's names." Sam exclaimed connecting the dots. He rushed back to his laptop and started typing away. Seemingly forgetting about his girl dancing half naked for strangers.
"Exotic dancers." Elliott corrected. "-but I,"
"Wait so all we gotta do is find the stripper with the right name?" Dean smiled setting down a chicken leg.
"Exotic dancers." She corrected again. "-but the thing is,"
"Got a list of Disney Princess names, Ellie did any of those girls have these names?" Sam rushed out excitedly turning his laptop for her to see.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Elliott groaned rubbing the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb. "I had a lead on the last one, 'Belle' before she snuck off and got that last one to kill his mom. There haven't been any others with those names since."
"Shit." Dean huffed and went back to his chicken leg. Excitement now depleting.
"And now with my cover blown this siren will probably change her MO." She turned to give a glare to the oldest Winchester.
"My theory is back on the table then." Dean stated with a little sass.
"She's not the siren Dean." Sam growled back. "Besides why would she leave her 'calling card' on her desk in plain view?"
"Just because she's blonde and short doesn't mean she is Ellie." Both Winchesters stood up from the little table pushing the chairs back. Sam straightened to use his full height, further frustrating Dean.
"What?" Elliott piped up at her name.
"That has nothing to do with this Dean, and you know it. Doctor Roberts is innocent. Maybe if you stopped drinking with your new bff you could see that." Sam pointed roughly at Dean. The older Winchester's lip lifted slightly snarling at his own brother.
"Whoa, whoa, guys. What the Hell is going on with you two?" She broke in standing between the two big pissed off men. "Since when do you fight like this?"
"A lot can happen in a month Elliott." Sam almost snapped, still staring down his brother over her head.
"You know what?" Dean started heading towards the door, digging his keys from his pocket. "You two have fun reuniting. I'm going to prove the siren is the Doc." He was out the door before they could stop him. The roar of the Impala faded away.
"Shit." Sam cursed then chucked Dean's empty beer bottle. It smashed on the wall shattering to pieces. Elliott jumped at the unexpected action.
"What the fuck? Sam?" She exclaimed setting her hand on his shoulder. Sam grunted and shook off her hand.
"Stop acting like you care, Elliott." He barked and grabbed his jacket from the night stand.
"Excuse me? Of course I care." She sputtered, jaw dropping.
"You were the one who left us Ellie. Pretty shit way to show you care." Sam snapped. He didn't really mean any of it he just couldn't stop it. He was entirely aware of how condescending that was considering he left his brother for college. Knowing he had to get out of their before he said anything else, he would regret. Not giving her a chance to respond he stormed out.
Elliott was left in total shock, just standing in the open motel room. Door wide open. For a couple moments all she could do was blink. She forced herself to think. To try and process what had just happened.
Okay, something was wrong. Sam would never say anything like that. In fact, both Dean and Sam seemed off. Of course, the brothers would be annoyed with her for leaving but they would understand why. They had always bickered and were known for a fight here and there, but not like this. Something was really wrong. It was almost as if they were under a spell or…
"Shit." Elliot shouted before racing out the open door as well. Being mindful to shut it. Searching for a car to lift she ran her fingers through her hair. Then quickly jumped a little ford focus and sped off. A loud rock song began playing accompanied by a buzzing. She looked down and grabbed Dean's phone he had left in the fed jacket she was still wearing. Grimacing as she looked down, totally forgetting what she was wearing. Now wishing that she had snagged a pair of sweats, or at least a flannel to cover herself. She flipped the phone open quickly when the caller ID flashed.
"Bobby!"
"… Ellie?" Bobby bawlked "What are you doin' answerin' idjit one's phone? You back to hunting with 'em? I thought you were hunting with Asa now."
"No, time. Bobby, I think they are under the siren's spell. I'm on my way to get my supplies."
"Ah, Hell." He sighed from the other end of the phone as Elliott continued to race towards her motel. Foot almost pressing the gas pedal all the way to the floor.
"I need your help Bobby."
"Course girl, What'cha need?" Bobby assured in a cool calming tone.
Elliott was quick to grab her belongings and supplies. As much as she wanted to change out of the ridiculous outfit, let alone have a smoke there was no time. Not when Sam and Dean's lives were on the line. Dean's phone lit up again. Bobby had managed to track the gps in Sam's phone. If she could press down anymore on the gas pedal she would, racing in the direction Bobby had texted her. Just hoping she wouldn't be too late. It was still dark when she arrived at the local hospital.
When she pulled into the near empty parking lot, she recognized Baby parked at the far end. Parking quickly Elliott essentially jumped from the parked vehicle, a bronze dagger in hand. Ignoring the chilly winter air, she raced to sounds of a scuffle the fed jacket flapping open as she ran. Muffled shouting and thumps of fists hitting flesh met her ears. The Winchesters were going at each other while the strange Agent Nick Monroe just stood on the grassy curb, only a few feet away from their brawl. A wicked smile curled his lips as he just stood there watching with glee. It was him Elliott gritted her teeth, he was the siren.
She did her best to be stealthy hiding along the minimal shadows in the illuminated parking lot. Elliott was still too far away when she was spotted. Nick Monroe's laughter did nothing to disband the sounds of fighting.
"Oh no, boys. Princess Leia is here to save the day." The siren mocked eyeing her approach. "Oh, honey they don't need you anymore. They want me. Didn't think I would ever get to do this. Two strong hunters fighting to the death over me?" He grinned triumphantly.
"I'll get to you later," Elliott promised with a growl, moving closer to break up the Winchester brawl. The siren just threw his head back with in a fit of laughter, not even considering the small hunter as a threat.
"-You just can't get over what you did in Hell!" Sam shouted hurling a punch into his brother's ribs. Dean grunted when it hit, and moved quickly.
"Yeah? Well at least I wasn't slumming it with a demon while my brother was in Hell!" He barked and took a straight shot to Sam's temple. It hit so hard his head snapped to the side. Sam turned back to him and spit a mouthful of blood to the pavement. It landed with a dull splat. Then his lips curled into a snarl revealing some blood on his teeth.
"You're just jealous for once that I'm the better hunter."
"Ha! I ain't jealous. Having demon blood running through your veins, is not something I'd brag about." Dean spoke coldly. "Because having a Supernatural boost doesn't make you a better hunter Sammy. It makes you a freak." Sam growled furiously and let his fist fly into his brother's nose, getting a satisfied crunch.
Dean's back was facing Elliott, and she now was only a foot behind him as the two spat harsh words at each other. "Sorry De. I'll fix this later." She breathed before lunging onto his back. Dean grunted shocked when Elliott landed on his back. His rageful roar at the dagger in his back shoulder came a second later. He fell to his knees with a groan. Sam stood there stunned at the turn of events. Not even seeing her approach too busy fighting his brother.
"What the Hell Elliott?" Dean barked at her as she hopped off his back. Gripping the handle tightly she yanked the bronze dagger from his back shoulder. He grunted again but whipped around to her getting to his feet.
"Change of plans boys." Nick Monroe frowned eyeing the bloody dagger in her grasp nervously. "The three of us can be happy. You don't need to kill each other. You need to kill her."
"Crap." Elliott huffed. Her loved one's murderous stares backing her up towards the grassy curb.
"Finally. It'll feel so good offing you Princess. Being able to go back to the good old days without you, tagging along like a lost puppy." Dean mused. "Finally, free of the constant burden that is you." He wiped his upper lip of the blood streaming down from his broken nose, continuing to close in on her.
"Not having to save your sorry damsel in distress ass all the time, would be a load off our backs." Sam declared as he and Dean slowly backed her away.
"Exactly." Dean smiled. "No one is here to protect you now that you got your big brother killed. Just surrender Ellie, you know you deserve much worse."
"You don't mean that." Elliott whispered. Visibly flinching at the gut retching statement.
"Aw Dean, I think we hurt her feelings." Sam cooed.
She shook her head somehow keeping her focus through Dean and Sam's callous dig's about Max. Elliott made sure she was backing up towards the siren behind her. Getting closer to the unsuspecting monster as she backed up. It was easy not having to really pretend that they were getting in her head. Dean chuckled stepping closer unknowingly backing her up to Agent Nick Monroe.
"When this is over," Elliott glared at both of them. "-you two so, owe me a beer." Then quickly spun on the siren. Nick jumped and tried to dodge the hit but was not fast enough, too caught off guard. She plunged the bronze dagger covered in Dean's blood into the siren's heart. An anguished cry fell from its lips before dropped to the concrete showing its true nasty warped face. Both Winchesters made a gasping noise and fell to their knees now free of the siren's spell.
"Take that bitch." Elliott huffed triumphantly at the disgusting rotting corpse before it shriveled up into ash. Then turned to the relieved, bloody and bruised Winchester faces.
"Thanks." Dean cleared his throat, now holding his slowly bleeding shoulder awkwardly.
"How's that for damsel in distress, hm?" Elliott gloated pridefully as Sam stood up. Elliott quickly moved past him knowing that she would be stopped if they knew what her intent was. She went straight for Dean, lowering to her knees. Disguising her intentions as a hug she wrapped her arms around him. When he did react and hugged her back, she gently moved a hand over his wounded back shoulder.
It had been awhile since she had used her ability, even then the last time it was only to heal Sam's headache from mentally exorcising demons. So she braced herself for what she knew was coming. Apparently after such a long time without healing others she had forgotten how much it sucked. Not only her sight but her brain went fuzzy. Ears felt as if she were miles underwater. Everything seemed to be swirling. Then her stomach dropped giving her a bout of queasiness. Back arching, she let out a silent puff of air as the stab wound ripped into her back shoulder, but then something she wasn't expecting happened. Her nose cracked and stung bringing prickles of tears to her hazy eyes.
Dull shouting was slowing making it to her ears. The sensation much like cotton slowly being pulled out of her ears, or surfacing from a pool. The next thing she felt were warm hands holding her in place by her upper arms. Her sight was the last to come back to reality. She squinted and blinked a few times through the wet haze to see Sam. She furrowed her brows. Dean had been in front of her a moment ago not Sam. She turned looking for the older Winchester. Her brows smoothed out when she saw him starting wide eyed at her on the ground behind Sam. He was on his ass leaning up onto his elbows giving the woman a horrified stare. Later she would realize Sam had pushed Dean away to break her healing connection.
"Ellie!" Sam shouted again, just as her hearing finally surfaced. Now at full volume.
"Mm okay." Elliott slurred slightly turning back to the giant holding her upper arms. He sighed loudly, eyes closing for a small moment as his shoulders slumped. That only lasted a second before he rounded on her.
"Dammit!" Sam boomed now that he could see she was with him. "Elliott don't do that again! We had a deal."
"M sorry. I just figured that since I was the one to stab Dean, I should be the one to take the damage." She gave him a one shoulder shrug, not wanting to irritate the wound.
"You- you- She- she- Son of a bitch!" Dean stuttered. His eyes comically wide as he felt his back shoulder for the wound that was no longer there. "No. Elliot Anders if I am dumb enough to get drugged by a siren then I am the one to deal with the freaking consequences dammit!" He scolded, squinting at her assessing her newly acquired injuries.
"Exactly, and- Ellie, why did you take this as well?" Sam breathed. His fingers moved to her face, and with a feather light touch brushed the side of her nose. Which made her hiss and pull back from him. "You didn't break his nose."
Elliott then felt the trickle of blood fall to her lower lip. She furrowed her brow and dabbed it gently avoiding her painful nose. Sam's worried hazel eyes bore into her waiting for some kind of explanation.
"I don't know… I didn't mean to." Elliott gaped quietly staring at the blood on her fingers. "I- I promise. I just wanted to heal the stab wound that I caused."
Sam let out a loud sigh running his fingers through his shaggy mane. Dean swallowed loudly rubbing a hand down his face.
"Sammy, we need to her cleaned up." Dean muttered from under his hand.
Sam's concerned eyes met Deans before giving his brother a nod. He stood from his kneeling position helping her to her feet. She said nothing letting him. Subtly adjusting the fed jacket to cover her sore ribs, feeling the beginnings of a bruise form. She was sure that she had accidently taken that from Dean as well. Dean left the couple to grab Elliott's things from the little ford focus she had stolen just in time to save their asses. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if she hadn't shown up.
Sam escorted her to the Impala and offered her the front seat, but she just slowly scooted to the middle so he could sit with her. As angry as he was, she could see the way his tense muscles softened and even got a small smile in return to her own.
"Here," Sam slid off his coat than outer layer of flannel. "I don't think Dean's fed jacket will help stop the bleeding." Then helped gently remove the jacket for her. Rolling his flannel into a ball and pressed it to the stab wound. Electing a low breathy grunt from the hunter.
"Not to mention Dean will actually murder me if I bleed all over Baby." Elliott joked through clenched teeth, but Sam was not in the frame of mind for jokes. After seeing her hurt yet again, he was just not in the mood. She sighed defeated. "Look Sam, I'm sorry." Elliott admitted her head bowed.
"Yeah, you should be. We made a deal. You promised me you wouldn't heal anyone anymore." Sam chided.
"No, not that," Elliott started to explain before seeing Sam's jaw tick and back tracked. "Okay, well that too. That and leaving you the way I did."
Sam's tense features melted. "Ellie,"
"I don't regret my decision to leave after what you two did. I know you were trying to protect me but no matter what that was crossing a line." Elliott explained. "-but I shouldn't have left like that. I should have talked it out some, or at least send you more than one text in over a month. So, for that, I am sorry." Dean got in the driver's seat after tossing Elliott's old ratty duffel bags into the trunk. Halting her words with a tired look.
"Can we just move on from all this chick flick crap and hunt together again?" Dean griped obviously overhearing their conversation.
Elliott couldn't help but chuckle and nodded her agreement. Truth was she missed them both. She had this ach in her chest, and a strange uneasy anxious feeling in the pit of her gut all month without them. The moment she saw Sam those aches and anxious feelings disappeared completely. Even if she wanted to go off on her own again, she didn't think she really could. Something in her needed Sam.
"One condition." Elliott stipulated even though she knew she would agree to hunting with them even if they denied it.
"Anything." Sam promised quickly.
"We hunt as a team. You have to trust me. No more trying to protect me like I am a helpless damsel. We are in this together or not at all."
"Deal." Both Dean and Sam agreed.
"Thank God. I don't know how much longer I could have taken Sammy's moping." Dean huffed. Sam turned to him with a sharp bitchface, making Elliott laugh.
"I missed you too Giant." Elliott smiled up at his galaxy hazels. He smiled back down leaning in close. Lips met for a fraction of a second before the sharp pain in her nose bolted up like lightning, forcing a yelp from her lips. Sam jumped back as far as he could while still holding the flannel to her back shoulder, where the blood was slowing.
"Shit. I'm sorry!" He hissed and even Dean cringed in sympathy before he started the Impala. Starting the short drive back to their motel for the night.
"It's okay." Elliott grimaced. Sam cupped her cheek gently turning her head to get a better look at her busted nose.
"I think we'll need to set it." Sam frowned. "Fuck, Ellie." He grumbled, knowing stetting a broken nose hurt like a son of a bitch. He knew from experience. He really didn't want to have to cause her anymore pain.
"She a tough girl, she is going to be just fine. We'll take care of her Sam." Dean comforted although his eyes betrayed him filled with just as much unnecessary guilt as his brother.
"Alright baby, your ready?" Sam's worried eyes on her. Hands hovering over her swollen discoloring nose. Dean sat next to her on the motel bed. In one hand he had some ice cubes wrapped in an old tee shirt the other a bottle half full of Elliott's favorite bourbon.
She exhaled through her mouth anxiously. Already tipsy form downing so much of the amber liquor. Elliott swallowed the hard lump in her throat before she shut her eyes with a tiny nod.
"On three," Sam warned, but she knew what was coming. Elliott had been injured around Sam and Dean enough to know he wasn't going to actually go on three. His fingers now in place on her nose. "One-"
'Crack.'
He moved quickly snapping it back into place grimacing at Elliott's painful yelp. "It's over. It's over Ellie." Sam cooed.
Elliott wasn't able to find her voice. Blinking her wet eyes filling up as her nose pulsed sharp stinging throbs. She just nodded quietly and snatched the bottle of bourbon from Dean, and after a couple pulls was able to speak again.
"Okay. I'm going to put on some real clothes now." But Sam's hand on her uninjured shoulder kept her from standing up.
"Uh uhn Princess Leia. We still gotta patch up that shoulder." Dean snarked handing her the ice for her nose.
"Oh, come on. It's shallow, shouldn't even need stitches and it's not even bleeding anymore." Elliott complained taking the ice from Dean, but rested her hands in her lap not bothering to bring the ice to her nose.
"Still needs to be cleaned up." Sam insisted. Placing his larger hand over hers holding the ice, and guiding it up to her nose gently. She hissed at the contact and shivered at the cold.
Dean worked quickly. As much as he found her embarrassment at wearing the Princess Leia bikini amusing, he one didn't want to see her like that and two, he couldn't watch her suffer shivering from the cold ice and little clothing. He soon had it treated and covered with a patch of gauze.
Once she was finally in her comfy tee shirt and night shorts she had promptly passed out. Too tired to care if it was brought on by the booze or the exhaustion of using her power. She could hear the men whispering to each other before the light was out and Sam was crawling into bed behind her. He slipped under the covers, lips leaving a soft kiss to the back of her head. A large arm wrapped around her waist to pull her close. Her back instantly warmed up against Sam's muscular form, sending her off into the best sleep she had, had since the last time they shared a bed.
Authors Note
Yeah! They are all back together! Hope you enjoyed, please like and comment if you enjoyed the chapter or just tell me what you think. Thank you soo much for reading!
