Chapter 23: The Things You Do For Love
"All right. So what's the big demon problem?" Sam shrugged turning to look at the hunters outside the door frame.
"You are." Bobby stated coldly, slamming the panic room door on Sam, and locking him in.
"What are you doing?!" Elliott pitched with shock.
"Hey, guys?" Sam barked worry thick in his voice. "This isn't funny. Let me out of here."
Dean took advantage of Elliott's surprise. Snaking his arm around her waist he held her close pulling her further away from the locked door, and a panicking Sam. The feeling of his firm chest along her back snapped her out of her shock. She threw her elbow back into Dean's stomach to loosen his hold but only got a grunt in return. His arm reflexively tightening and a growl of annoyance brushed by her ear.
"Sam?!" Elliott called out, clawing at Dean's forearm around her waist like a constrictor.
"Hey. Hey!" Dean hissed in her ear only holding tighter and slowing her struggles. "This is for his own good Ell. You saw what he did. What he's been doing." Her efforts began to deflate until Sam's shouts echoed from the locked door making her back go ridged.
"Hey! This isn't funny! Let me out!"
"Bobby, please?" She stopped struggling to shake her head at them large eyes pleading.
"It's detox Ellie. We need ta' dry 'em out." Bobby reasoned with a sad nod.
"He's right, Elliott." Dean loosened his hold around her, letting her go only to turn her around. His hands gripped her shoulders holding her at arm's length. Ducking his head down so he could make eye contact.
She bit her lower lip worrying it between her teeth, brow crinkled torn at what sense they were making. Sam drying out would be a good thing… but did they really need to lock him up like this?
Dean squeezed her shoulders, his eyes narrowed taking her in. Evaluating her emotional state. "Now are we gonna have to lock you in the upstairs bedroom to keep you from letting him out?"
Elliott scowled and shoved his hands off her shoulders. "Screw you Dean. This is not his fault." Dean straightened to his full height, bracing for a fight.
"Upstairs, the both of you!" Bobby ordered gruffly. She harshly shrugged off Dean's hold on her shoulders to follow Bobby up the stairs. Dean gave a grumbled sigh before he proceeded. Elliott flinched, Sam's shouts grew louder and angrier as the left.
"Now no one said it was his fault darlin. We just need to clear his system and to keep him from downing more. Which I am sure you can agree with?" Bobby asked pointedly once they were settled in his office.
Elliott looked down to her feet and nodded in agreement. Immediately the old man popped open a large plastic bottle of whiskey and poured it into three separate glasses. She took the glass he offered her and gratefully downed most of it in one go.
"-and you," Bobby now turned his pointed glare to Dean, who was leaning in the doorway staring down at his already empty glass. "Ellie loves that boy. She knows that he needs that junk outta' his system, so she ain't gonna let him out."
She ducked her head turning a little pink, at Bobby telling Dean she loved Sam. Sure she and Sam both knew it but they didn't really say it out loud.
Dean exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. He grumbled what Elliott assumed was an apology. Then made his way to Bobby's desk to refill his glass.
"Look, I'm not going to let him out. I know he needs to detox, but speaking from experience? Being locked down there, fucking sucks. There has to be a better way to handle this." She crossed her arms mimicking Sam's best bitch face.
"You got a better idea, Princess?" Dean barked. "Please tell me. Anything at all? I'm all ears." He shook his head, done with the conversation and turning to leave.
Elliott dropped her glare to stare brokenly at her boots. She had nothing. If she was being honest with herself, she just didn't want to lock Sam up. "I'm sorry." She sighed loudly and ran her fingers through the ends of her coppery blonde hair. "I get it. I do. I just… I don't like this. Can I… Um, do you mind if I go down and talk to him? Just talk."
Apprehensive Dean pursed his lips, inspecting her closely. He turned to Bobby conflicted and looking for help but only got a shrug from the older hunter.
"Fine. But that door stays closed. You don't go in he doesn't come out." Dean warned his cold green eyes were as harsh as his tone, letting her know how serious he was.
"Fine." Her hazel eyes bore into his green ones to convey her sincerity. Downing what was left of the amber liquid in her glass and jetting out of the room before Dean could change his mind.
Elliott took a deep breath pausing at the top of the stairs unsure what she could even say to make her giant understand. Exhaling slowly, she rolled her shoulders to loosen some of the tension. Doing her best to stay quiet she started down the stairs. Booted feet moved as silently as if she were in just socks. Expertly avoiding creaky step as she padded down. Even with her stealth Sam could somehow sense her beyond his ironed cell.
"Hello? Dean? Elliott? Is that you?" Sam called out from behind the rusty iron door. "Bobby? I get it. I was wrong. Just… Just let me out of here."
Elliott's eyes shut tightly taking a moment before answering, then cleared her throat and answered with a shaky voice. "Sam, it's me."
"Ellie! Ellie, please! You got to let me out of here. This is crazy." He pleaded on the other side.
Swallowing hard she took the last few steps and approached the door. She sighed again before reaching out and pulling back the little viewing hatch. His hazel galaxies were right there taking her in.
"Hey'a Giant," Elliott whispered sadly. Her head tilted back to see him properly through the hatch.
"Baby, please." His voice calming with her presence. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to lie to you. I just didn't know how to tell you. Please Babe, just open the door."
"You know I can't do that Sam. Not right now. You need to dry out first-"
"I'm not a feaking junkie!" He snapped almost shouting at her.
"Sam." She sighed sadly. "I've seen how you've been lately. You think I haven't noticed?"
He huffed, jaw tight and shook his head in complete disbelief. Elliott's eyes followed the twitchy muscle along his jaw.
"You've been so on edge, Babe. You've been anxious, and snappy at Dean and I, like mood swings?" She spokes softly then gestured with a nod at his shaky hand running through his hair. "Not to mention you've got the shakes Sam." He paused, quickly pulling his hand down and out of sight.
"No, no, no. Ellie, Babe. I'm not drinking demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith and Ramiel." Sam pleaded for her to understand. His beautiful hazel galaxy like eyes twitched while giving her his signature puppy dog look.
"What about me Sam? Ramiel shot me up with that stuff. He hurt me, and drugged me with it, and you're…" She trailed off shaking her head. "You're drinking it willingly?"
Sam winced. Painful memories flashed behind his eyes. Images of finding her beaten, bloody, and broken. Covered in cuts and needle marks. He turned away and shut his lids tightly against the memory. The skin around his eyes crinkling as he tried to dispel the images.
"That didn't make me stronger Sam. Don't you see? This is exactly what they want. This-"
"It's not the same thing Elliott." Sam turned to look at her. "What the yellow eyed bastard did to you? What Lilith did to Dean? I can't live knowing they are still alive. He hurt you. I can't- I won't let him take you from me. That's why I have to do this Ellie. I have to kill them both. If it takes me downing that crap to kill them, then it's worth it."
"Oh, Lilith and Ramiel are going to die." Dean's voice spoke up from behind her making her jump and spin. Too focused on Sam's revenge plot to hear Dean's approach. She turned back to Sam, avoiding Dean's gaze, not knowing exactly how much he overheard. "Elliott and I will kill both of them... but not with you."
"Y-You're not serious!" Sam sputtered his eyes wide in denial and panic. "No, you wouldn't put Elliott in danger like that."
"Unlike you she's proven her trust." Dean bit out, coming to stand next to her.
"Dean," Elliott whispered, knowing that had to be like a dagger in Sam's chest.
"Congrats Sammy. You just bought yourself a bench warmers seat to the apocalypse."
"Dean, no!" Sam shouted panic clearly seeping into his voice.
"Elliott, upstairs." Dean ordered not taking his eyes off of his brother through the iron viewing slot.
"Dee," She began to protest with a light breath.
"I need to have a word with my brother." He deadpanned still not looking at her.
She reached her hand out and gently tugged on his sleeve, to pull his attention away from Sam. "Please, Dee just… don't say anything you'll regret? This isn't his fault. It's Ruby's." She whispered for only him to hear.
Dean exhaled loudly and ran a hand roughly over his face, but gave her a nod. Then gestured for her to go back upstairs.
"I'm sorry Sam." Elliott said loud enough for him to hear and the stairs. When Sam's shouts for her met her ears she moved faster, escaping the guilt as much as she could.
It had been over ten hours since they had locked him up. Sam's shouts had gone from demanding to a horrible gut wrenching pleading. He seemed to only be getting worse. It was putting all three hunters on edge. The tension was nauseating.
Elliott had gone through almost a full pack of cigarettes in those very long ten hours. Sam's agonizing shouts were driving her mad. Every time she couldn't stand it anymore, she would take a smoke break just outside the house. Just close enough to hear him in the distance, unable to force herself to move any further away. She couldn't bear the thought of being away from him while he was going through this. Each and every one of his echoing screams reached her. It caused a heavy feeling in her gut and had her wanting to run right back to him. It tore her insides out that he was all alone in there. Not matter how much she tried to reason and beg with Dean he refused to let her in the panic room with Sam.
The sun had just set making the setting the sky a light with an ombre glow of dark blues and purples. Some stars were already visible. Elliott leaned against the house trying not to flinch at Sam's echoed shouts. She bit her bottom lip looking down into her cigarette carton. Only two left. She considered going out to get another pack as she fingered the two cigarettes left. As much as her brain would appreciate getting a break from this, she didn't think her heart could take it. Not while knowing he was suffering alone. It was like a strange heavy pull from deep in her gut. She needed to be here for her giant. Even if she couldn't be right there with him. Her fingers fidgeted nervously tapping the carton knowing that if she couldn't leave to get more, she should save her last two smokes.
"Uhraahh!" His scream echoed faintly around her ripping at her heart and making her clutch the cigarette carton tightly and crinkle the box some.
"Fuck it." She sighed, forcing her fingers to stop trembling long enough to pull out one of the cigarettes and place it between her dry lips. Then dug in her front pocket for her Elvis lighter, and lit up with a shaky hand.
Just like every smoke had been in the last ten or so odd hours she was unable to feel its normal wave of relaxation. The situation too stressful to allow it. Exhaling her second cloud of smoke when her phone stared to buzz. She pulled it out and answered automatically without even thinking to look at the caller id.
"Hello?" She sighed into the receiver.
"Don't hang up."
Elliott's jaw clenched anger pulling her to her full height. "Ruby." She growled forgetting about her cigarette completely. "Fucking bitch! This is all your fault!"
"Please, Elliott. Give me a chance to explain-"
"Explain? Explain?! You tricked him and drugged him with your fucking blood! You don't deserve a chance to explain. You deserve a demon blade to the fucking throat."
Ruby sighed on the other end of the phone. "I was just trying to help."
"Alright, I'm hanging up now-"
"Wait, dammit! You didn't see him when he lost Dean. I did the only thing I could think of to keep him going."
"Some help you did him. Demon blood? Really? Fuck you-" Elliott went to hang up on the black eyed bitch but hesitated at what she heard next.
"Listen to me. I know a way to help him detox!" Ruby rushed out before the hunter could hang up on her.
"What?" She breathed. "Why would you help him detox? You are the one that got him hooked."
"Well, I wouldn't be me detoxing him…" Ruby retorted slyly now that she had Elliott's attention.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She breathed. Hope was dangerously weeding its way into her heart.
"And I thought you were the smart one." The demon's huff was clear on the other side of the phone. "You, Hon. You detox him."
"Me?" Elliott's forehead scrunched unclear at what Ruby was suggesting.
"Wow. I really have to spell it out here, don't I?" She gave a frustrated sigh. "Your ability, dip wad. Heal him!"
Elliott's jaw dropped and brows rose in thought. Stunned by the suggestion for a few moments, before she shook her head dismissing the demon's idea at once. "I can't. Ruby it doesn't work like that. Addiction and withdrawal are different than physical wounds."
"Not if you were stronger."
"What?"
"I know you won't like it, but here me out. You would only have to drink enough to heal Sam, to clear out his-"
"W-What? You can't be- suggesting-" Elliott stuttered too stunned to make a coherent sentence.
"Honey, all you need to do is choke back a few sips and lay your healing hands on him. Easy-peasy." She coxed gently.
"You fucking bitch. How stupid do you think I am?" Elliott spat now that what the demon was suggesting had sunken in. "I'm hanging up now. If I ever see you again, you're dead." Elliott deadpanned but inside she was fuming. The audacity, to even think she might consider that. Drink demon blood? After what she had been through? After what she'd been seeing Sam go through in the last ten hours?
"Think about it, Hon…" Was the last she heard before hanging up and throwing a punch at an old suv junker next to her. She hissed at the impact. Shaking out her hand and flexing her fist, to observe the small cuts up her knuckles.
Going over what Ruby had said over and over in her head. She would never drink demon blood. Not willingly. Still though she couldn't help her curiosity wondering if it would really help her powers, like it had with Sam. Would she be able to heal people without hurting herself? Would she be able to help Sam? No. She shook her head rapidly. Her powers were strong enough as they were. She didn't need any more demon blood in her system. Her blood was already poisoned, she didn't need to further damage herself.
Sam's shouts reached her ears again snapping her out of her head. She frowned and groaned out loud looking down to her cigarette. It had burned all the way to the filter while she was talking with Ruby. She cursed and dropped the bud to the dirt, squishing it with the toe of her boot. Elliott shuffled back into the house somehow even more anxious than she was when she came out.
It only got worse inside. Bobby informed her that while she was taking a smoke break Castiel had shown up with heavy news. Apparently, many of the sixty six seals that were keeping Lucifer locked up were breaking at an alarming rate. It was now impossible to tell how many were even left. The devil could be set loose on the planet very shortly starting the apocalypse. She couldn't understand how the angels weren't on top of this. How had they let demons under their noses break so many seals? Now they had to prevent the devils release and dry Sam up. Things were just piling up and she felt like she was suffocating.
They obviously had enough on their plate without Elliott informing them of her pesky phone call. Besides it wasn't like she was actually going to do what Ruby suggested. Although the main reason, she kept the call to herself was because she was afraid of what Dean would think of her. She had seen his distrust when he was telling Sam off. Of course, Dean still cared for his brother more than anything, but the way he had looked at his little brother sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't imagine how hard Sam was taking it.
It was a very long night for everyone. Elliott tried to sleep in the bed her and Sam frequented but gave up after a couple hours. Sam's shouts and hollers reverberated through the small house and had her tossing and turning. She grabbed her lumpy pillow and made her way down the stairs to the living room, planning to crash on the couch. In hope that being closer to Sam even with his shouting spurts would help her sleep. Instead she took found Dean snoring loudly on the couch. He was lying on his back limbs flailed out, taking up as much space as possible. She chuckled at the sight, snapping a quick picture with her phone before snagging the ugly green throw blanket off of the lazyboy and covered as much of the large man as possible. Then carefully tiptoed down the basement stairs, again avoiding the squeaky step near the bottom.
It didn't really register until the next morning that the closer she got to the panic room the more Sam calmed. He still had spurts of unease but it was nothing like when she had been upstairs two floors away from him.
"Ellie! Ellie!" Sam called out, in a way that Elliott wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. "No! don't hurt her!"
Her heart ached. Wanting nothing more than to go in and wake him from the nightmare like he had done for her countless times. Especially after Max had died. On occasion she still found herself waking to Sam's gentle tone talking or humming to her. His large comforting hand softly rubbing circles on her back, soothing her to sleep after reliving the awful memory. She frowned knowing she couldn't go in with him, but decided to do whatever she could from outside the door.
"I'm okay Giant. I'm right here. It's okay." She soothed sitting up against the cold iron door separating them. His words morphing into groans at the sound of her voice. "Sam? Can you hear me?"
She sat there quietly, waiting for a response. His groans were now fading into quiet whimpers. She leaned her head back against the metal listening.
"When I had nightmares as a little girl, I'd always go straight to Max." She spoke softly knowing Sam probably wasn't really able to listen to her. "I'd wake him up in the middle of the night. He just always knew how to get me back to sleep, ya know?" Elliott spoke more to herself then Sam. Then waited there just listening for her giant.
She didn't want to keep talking and wake him up. Elliott just wanted him to get better and sleep peacefully. The peaceful silence lasted about thirty seconds before she heard a soft "Please." From Sam through the other side of the door, and took it as a sign to continue.
"Every time I'd wake him, Max would roll his eyes and act annoyed that I had disrupted his beauty sleep. Only to lift the sheets so I could jump in with him." She huffed a laugh at the old memories. "Then he would sing to me until I'd fall asleep." She paused. Thinking about Max always hurt, but so did not thinking about him. As painful as it was, she needed the memories.
"I remember one time after a particularly bad dream I asked him why he always sang the same song." Elliott placed her ear against the cold door as Sam's mumbled whines calmed. "He said that was what our mom sang to him when he had nightmares." There was a shuffle on the other side of the door as the young Winchester shifted in his small cot. She listened closely to hear to a mumbled whine when she stopped talking again. So, she continued on.
"Now I am not a singer so I hope I don't make things worse rather than help with your nightmares, but it always worked for me." Elliott started quietly humming the popular Beetles song.
"Here comes the sun," She smiled softly. Humming the beats in between the lyrics. "Here comes the sun, and I say it's all right." Taking a shaky breath before continuing, her humming.
"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter, little darling, it feels like years since it's been here." The silence inside the room made her smile tiredly and eyes fill up from memories long since passed.
"Here, comes the sun, hm-hm-hm-hmm, Here comes the sun and I say it's alright." Her singing hushed and caring, hoping she was comforting him from his nightmares. Softly humming her giant to sleep.
She hadn't even gotten to the third verse when she could no longer hear sounds of distress. Then to make it even better she could catch his soft snores when she pressed her ear to the door. She sagged in relief. Glad she could do something for her giant.
"No!"
Sam's shout had her jumping to her feet pulling the knife she kept in the pillow case out. Her blanket falling to her feet as she searched for danger. "No! Stop! Don't!" His shouting continued behind the iron door.
It took her a moment to figure out no one was in immediate threat and to slow down her heart beats. By the sound of it, Sam was no longer having nightmares but now was hallucinating. Rubbing at her temples she exhaled slowly. Then silently she kneeled down to stuff her knife back into her pillow case. The ugly green throw blanket sprawled across the concrete floor caught her eye. Her head tilted slightly examining it and remembering putting it over Dean while he had slept on the couch. He must have brought it down for her after she eventually passed out. She stretched, muscles aching from sleeping on the concrete basement floor. Rolling head to crack her neck before she made her way up the stairs. She could make out Bobby and Dean talking upstairs in between Sam's spurts of yelling.
"-willingly sighed up to be the angel's bitch?" Bobby accused, as she entered the kitchen. "I'm sorry do you prefer sucker?"
"What did you do?" Elliott accused in the door way. Tired hazel green eyes staring down Dean.
Before he could answer, Bobby huffed and grumbled. "Dean here's signed up to follow angel orders. Dean Winchester is trusting angels now."
"Come on Bobby, give me a little credit. I've never trusted them less." His scowl jumped from Bobby to Elliott and back.
"Then why the Hell would you-" Elliott scowled right back.
"What other choice do I have Ellie?!" He barked, cutting her off. "It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?!"
She bit her tongue dropping her glare to the ground. Now upset with herself for not just hanging up on Ruby yesterday. Even letting the bitch talk was too much trust on her part. Demons are nothing but monsters, and Ruby was no different. For fucks sake just listen what she has done to Sam. Her head snapped up, only dreaded silence meeting her ears.
"Do you hear that?" Dean drawled out nervously, noticing the same thing.
"That's a little too much nothin'." Bobby added anxiously.
Panic overwhelmed her as she raced Bobby and Dean down to the basement. Dean was the first to the panic room door. His fingers fumbled on the viewing latch flinging the slot open. Elliott and Bobby hovered behind him trying to see into the iron prison. She gasped, and tried to push through the men to get in. Sam's jaw was clenched, his eyes rolling up into his skull, shaking and twitching, like he was vibrating off the concrete floor.
"He's having a seizure!" Elliott screamed her hands flying to unlock the door. Dean stopped her, holding her hands back, even though his own wide fearful eyes were glued to Sam.
"What if he is faking?" Dean breathed.
"You really think he would?" Bobby breathed back. Before either of them could respond Sam cried out and was flung into an iron wall by an unknown force, crashing into it with a loud bang. "That ain't faking!"
"Sam!" Elliott screeched as the three rustled to unlocked the panic door.
Sam began rolling against the walls grunting and jerking as he did. Bobby and Dean quickly pried him off the wall. He continued to seize, shaking terribly. Elliott tore her belt off as they got him to the ground restraining his hands. Then with trembling hands she folded the belt and placed it between his teeth.
She sat there next to him, and began to gently run her hand through his shaggy mane. Tears leaked slowly from her watery eyes, they fell down her cheeks. The wet droplets landing on to his face. Gradually his body calmed, and he was breathing evenly again. Bobby and Dean were talking she couldn't care less about what. Unable to pay attention when Sam was suffering so much. She watched as they moved a now calm and sleeping Sam to the cot. Surprised when they produced padded cuffs to restrain him. They all stayed there in silence before Dean and Bobby were ready to head back up and search for ways to prevent seals from breaking and a way to detox Sam safely.
"You two go ahead. I want to sit with him for a bit." Elliott mumbled, focused on the dark circles under Sam's eyes.
"Uh, Ell. I don't know if-" Dean began.
"He's restrained now Dean." Elliott bit out a little harsher than she meant. "He can't go anywhere Dee. I just- I can't leave him right now." She said in a much calmer tone and brushed a strand of hair away from Sam's sweaty forehead.
"Fine." Dean sighed too exhausted to argue. He and Bobby made their way out of the panic room, closing the door until it was only cracked open an inch. She sighed when the sounds of their footsteps reached the top of the stairs. Sam was only getting worse, a layer of sweat that clung to his skin, dark bags under his eyes, and that awful seizure just moments ago. Elliott didn't think it was going to get this bad. Sam's withdrawal was really scaring her. He had to make it through this though, he just had to. She didn't know what she would do without him. He had become her whole world. Without him she would be lost. Sam just slept on, though Elliott was happy that her presence seemed to calm him. An unknown amount of time passed by as she just sat on the edge of the cot humming the Beatles and stroking his hair. Eventually she heard Dean yelling at Bobby upstairs forcing her decide it was time to go back upstairs and calm the older Winchester down. Maybe make herself something for lunch while she was at it. Not that she was actually hungry but it would give her something to do.
"I'll be right back Sam." Elliott whispered to her slumbering giant and kissed his forehead. Although it made her ache she got up and made her way to the stairs.
With Sam sleeping she could her Dean and Bobby from the basement stairs. Their voices dropped to almost calm as she neared the top of the stairs.
"I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" She heard Bobby question. Hesitating on the stairs to listen closely.
"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there." Dean's voice gaining in volume. "The demon blood is killing him." She shut her eyes tightly not wanting to accept Sam's death as a possibility.
"No, it isn't, we are." Bobby stated harshly making Elliott's stomach drop.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold turkey thing isn't working. If he doesn't get what he needs soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer."
Elliott's hand flew to her mouth to keep herself from making noise, she felt like she was going to be sick. Her panic was rising quickly along with her heart rate.
"No. I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it." Dean refused.
"And if he dies?" Bobby barked back.
"Then at least he dies human!" Dean shouted.
Elliott shook and her feet gave out, landing on one of the top stairs with her knees. She felt like she was really going to hurl. Tears pricked her eyes. Dean's boots stomping loudly out of the house, echoed before the front door slammed. The sound of the impala roaring to life and speeding off registered in her mind.
This couldn't be right. Dean loved his brother he wouldn't let him die. Would he? Not his only family. The one he literally gave his life for? But when he had sold his soul for Sam's life, he hadn't known that like herself he had demon blood in him. Standing she shook her head and gripped the stair rail. No, she wasn't going to let Dean condemn Sam and do nothing.
Dean might be willing to say goodbye to Sam but she wasn't. Not when there was even a small possibility that she could save him. She looked back down the stairs at her giant engulfing the small cot, shivering with a fever. The more she thought about it the more it became clear there was only one way to save Sam. The bitch that got him into this mess was the one with the way to get him out. Ruby.
Wiping her wet cheeks and forcing a false bravado for Bobby's sake Elliott went entered the room. Bobby was kind enough not to mention her puffy eyes and gave her a small smile. Making an excuse that she needed to get a new pack of smokes which wasn't really a lie. She rushed out the front door. Then jumped in her beat up pickup. Sam wasn't going to die She wouldn't allow it. Her hand dug into her pocket pulling out her cell. Then hit redial with determination. It rang four times before the bitch finally picked up.
"Reconsider my offer?"
Elliott's jaw ticked and she let out a loud sigh. "How would this even work? You can't possibly know-"
"You and Sam have powers because of what happened to you when you were a baby. Sam's improved after drinking more. So yes, it will work. We know how to advance your powers." Elliott shut her eyes tightly, clenching and unclenching her fist. She knew this was a terrible idea. A god awful idea, but if it could save him she was going to do it.
"Tell me one thing first." Elliott demanded. "Why do you even care if Sam is sober? You were the one supplying his habit."
"I'm not as evil as you make me out to be. I didn't want this to happen. I just wanted him to live. He was so depressed when Dean went to Hell, that he was a reckless drunken mess. I didn't want him to get hooked. I did what I had to, to keep him alive." Ruby opened up a hint of annoyance in her tone. "So? Are you going to do this to save him or what?" Elliott's jaw clenched, determination in her eyes.
"I'm in."
Authors Note
Ahhhh! Do you think Elliott is really going to do it?!
Hope you all are enjoying the story. I can't believe there is only ONE more chapter left of this first half! There will be a part two that will continue and end the fic at the end of season five.
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