Chapter 26: Balls!
Elliott bit her lower lip knowing she was going to get everyone mad at her again, but didn't know what else to do. Really there wasn't another option if Bobby's ever slowing pulse had anything to say about it. Closing her eyes, she focused on Bobby's stab wound that was steadily bleeding out. Focused on healing the gash in his gut.
Just like it always did when Elliott healed someone the world slowed around her so that she was only focusing on the injury. The sound of the Winchesters and demons' battles behind her blurred into a distant buzz. Then like it normal her sight was next to go, burring her sight into a haze of fuzzy colors. A distant scream registered in the back of her brain but she ignored it, so distorted it sounded more like a ringing than a scream. Right on que the pain started, just in her lower gut. Then something different happened. It felt like she had been suddenly drenched in icy water and ripped away from the blurry haze. Unlike anytime before everything around her became clear. The world around her was in sharp focus. She knew where she was and what was happening. Sam and Dean were shouting at her, their words harsh and loud. Letting her know her hearing was more than fine.
"What the Hell were you thinking?!" Sam demanded pining her down on the ground. Only a couple feet away from Bobby as Dean checked on him. Elliott shivered still feeling like she had been doused in icy water but searched wildly to see Bobby still unconscious.
"N-n-no, Sa-m. I-I didn't finish. I don't think I h-healed him." She clenched her jaw forcing her teeth not to chatter through her shivers.
"We need to get him to the ER!" Dean called out over her. "He's bleeding out!"
Sam got up quickly keeping Elliott at his back. Then helped his brother shoulder Bobby's weight out to the Impala. She followed on their heals ignoring her piercing headache and wrapping her arms around herself to keep the abnormally cold chill back.
"S-Sam, wait." She stepped a little closer watching him pull the older hunter into the backseat with him.
"Dean don't let her back here." Sam warned his brother shutting the door behind him.
"D-d-damnit guys, let-t me help. I can help him." She demanded.
"Anders get in the fucking car." Dean ordered before getting into the driver's side. Elliott bit her tongue hoping she wouldn't regret listening to him and did as he asked.
"How is he?" Elliott fretted peering over the back of the seat as Dean raced to the nearest hospital.
"Dean, faster." Sam barked trying to stop the bleeding.
"What happened?" A nurse called out as they nearly dragged a bleeding unconscious Bobby into the hospital.
"He was stabbed." Dean gruffed and laid him on the gurney that was rushed to them.
"Bobby I'm s-sorry." Elliott whispered sadly following Bobby on the gurney moving towards a set of double doors.
"It's going to be okay Bobby." Sam tried to comfort both Bobby and himself.
"Wait here." The nurse stopped the three of them from following Bobby through the doors.
"No, no we- we can't just leave him!" Sam insisted.
"Just don't move I've got questions." The nurse ordered sternly. She turned to leave but hesitated catching a glimpse of Elliott. "You okay honey? Do you need to be admitted?"
"Wh-what?" Elliott shivered brows knit together.
"Is that your blood?"
Automatically her hand went to her lower gut, where she had begun transferring Bobby's wound before Sam had ripped her away. It was wet with a decent sized red blotch staining the fabric of her tee shirt.
"O-oh." Elliott blinked before recovering her shock. "No, no, I'm f-fine."
Although she didn't seem to totally believe her, she walked away after Elliott tried to give her a convincing smile. The second the nurse was out of sight Sam's hands were on the hem of her stained shirt, yanking it up.
"Shit." He hissed.
"Sam!" Elliott chide under her breath, trying to tug her shirt back down and push away his large hands.
"Elliott, how many times do we have to go though this?" Sam growled. "You think Bobby would want you to get yourself killed?"
"I was t-trying to help." She shuddered. Sam squinted at her now picking up on her shivering. He eyed her closely, watching her yank her shirt back down and wrap her arms around her torso. Catching the way her forehead wrinkled at the busy noise around them. "Bobby was dying. I d-did what I had to do-"
"Do I need to call the nurse back?" Dean asked his brother, hastily eyeing the bloody spot on her shirt.
"No." Elliott answered too quickly.
"She'll need a few stitches-" Sam answered his brother still eyeing her suspiciously. Then frowned and brought the back of his hand to her head, but he retracted the hand like he had been shocked.
"You're burning up!" Sam accused worry laced in his harsh tone. Ah, Elliott thought, that would explain why she felt so cold. Not to mention the headache that was starting to make her dizzy now that the adrenalin was fading.
"I'm fine." She denied, correcting her posture as she started to tilt. Sam's hand was there holding her up even though she had already righted herself.
"Damnit Anders." Dean growled. "We don't have time for this. We need to leave, now."
"Leave?" Sam questioned, still holding onto a fever shivering, blood stained Elliott.
"We can't leave Bobby." Elliott said with a shaky breath, doing all she could to push back the strange dizzy fever.
"You," Dean pointed at her. "Are going to stay here and get fixed up. We," He gestured to himself and his brother. "Have to leave. The demons heard where the sword is. We've got to go now Sam."
"I can help, It's not that bad."
"Nurse! Some help over here!" Dean called out across the lobby.
"Dean!" She pulled out of Sam's hold to back away from the brothers but stumbled over her own boots. Luckily Sam was quick enough to catch her before she fell.
"Ellie listen to me. We will be right back, okay?" Sam spoke quickly under his breath so the nurses approaching them wouldn't over hear. "Dean's right, you're in no condition to go anywhere right now." His arm still wrapped around her wobbly form supporting even more of her weight now.
"Suck it up sweetheart. We need you to sit tight… and someone should stay with Bobby anyway." Dean said while nodding at a nurse and gesturing to Elliott, then turned to the approaching nurses. "She was in shock, she needs help." And that was it. She didn't even get a goodbye in as she was rushed away.
Elliott hated to admit it but they were right. By the time the medical staff had whisked her away to a back room her headache was so bad she thought it was going to split in two, and the chill the fever had brought on was unbearable. The voices of the nurses around her buzzed in her ears as they stitched her up and she was given an iv for fluids.
"What about Bobby?" Elliott blinked away some of her headache wither it do to the drugs they might have added to the iv or her own shear will power she wasn't sure. "Is he going to be alright now?"
"Miss you need to lay back, you're in shock right now." The man stitching her up ordered calmly pausing mid stitch on her abdomen to look up at a nurse to Elliott's right. The nurse's hands gently pushed Elliott back down. Although Elliott let the nurse push her back to the bed, she shrugged off her hand in protested.
"No, I just need to know if my Uncle Bobby is going to be alright. He was stabbed, came in with me and two guys?" Making sure to add the uncle in hopes of gaining sympathy. When no one responded Elliott grunted and sat up again.
The man was forced to stop his stitching again at Elliott's movement and turned her with a scowl before eyeing the nurse. "… twenty milligrams." Elliott blinked slowly her fevered headache not letting her think quick enough. Just as she figured it out the nurse was injecting something into the iv bag, and her eyes began to droop.
According to the nurse she had only been out a few hours and although she still felt a little chilly her fever was completely gone. She didn't even have a headache anymore. She sat there and filled out the discharge papers going over and over what had happened the nurses at least let her know that Bobby was okay at the moment. Within the next half hour, she was discharged and brought to Bobby's bed side. The doctor went over the surgery with her and explained that they wouldn't know the extent of the damage until he woke up.
Digging out her phone she sent Sam an update about Bobby. Her phone started ringing shortly after she had sent the text. A long call from Sam informed her that they were on their way back now and had some shocking news. Dean was the Michael sword. The archangel Michael's vessel. Only apparently angels need consent to possess a body. Then he went on to explain that Zachariah was about to torture them to get Dean to say yes before Castiel stopped him. Apparently Castiel wasn't dead. Not anymore at least. The angel theorized that it was god that brought him back to life and put the hunters on the plane. Elliott felt like her brain was going to implode. So much was happening so fast, that she felt she hardly had time to comprehend one thing before another even crazier thing happened.
With the boys a few hours away, Elliott stayed with Bobby. He was still sleeping and according to the medical staff would be for a while. The drugs from the emergency surgery wouldn't fade from his system right away and his body was healing and exhausted. She sat in the chair at Bobby's side waiting. With all the chaos and lack of real sleep in days Elliott's body gave into her exhaustion. Passing out quickly in the uncomfortable hospital chair.
The buzz of voices started to rouse Elliott from her comfortable sleep. Scowling and turning away from the voices trying to ignore them and fall back into her cozy and warm slumber. Losing the battle to stay unconscious as the voices grew louder.
"Unlikely to walk again?!" Bobby now shouted. She jumped and sucked in a quick breath blinking rapidly and now fully awake. "You snot nosed son of a bitch. Wait till I get out of this bed! I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby barked scaring the resident doctor away. Elliott's heart sank as her mind processed what Bobby said.
"Screw him you'll be fine."
Elliott turned quickly to see Dean leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Sam standing right next to her, his hand resting on the back of her chair.
"Hey, when did you two get here?" Elliott stood quick enough to feel the tight stretch of her stitches but hid it well. Then rubbed a hand over her tired face to wake herself up.
"A few minutes ago." Sam smiled softly amused by her sleepy deminer. His happy smile faltered when he looked away and felt the seriousness both Bobby and Dean were putting off.
"Bobby, I'm sorry, I tried. I wanted to heal you back there but I was pulled away before I could do much at all." Elliott apologized to the now crippled man.
"You damn fool! What would Max say? Hm?" Elliott winced. Just mentioning Max's name hitting her below the belt. "What the Hell were you thinking? I know you know I wouldn't want you hurt in my place. Don't you ever do that again girl, or I'll kick your ass with or without the use of these legs. You hear me?" Bobby gruffly scolded.
"We all have more than enough to worry about as it is." Dean added his two cents. The room went quiet for a minute everyone feeling the weight of their situation.
"What do we do now?" Sam broke the silence, shoving his hands into his pockets. Elliott looked down to stare at her boots. The tension filling the room quickly.
"Save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we're boned." Dean shrugged.
Elliott wrapped her arms around herself reality crashing into them. Sam ever observant sensing her distress snaked his arm around her waist. Pulling her close so that her back was warmed by his chest, fitting together like puzzle pieces.
"What if we win?" Dean flicked a quick glance their way before looking back to Bobby in his hospital bed. "I'm serious. I mean screw the angels and the demons, and their crap apocalypse. We take'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to, but we do it our own damn selves."
"And how exactly do you suggest we do that?" Elliott mumbled not at all affected by his little motivational speech. Dean turned from Bobby to meet her tired eyes.
"I got no idea, but what I do have is a G.E.D. and a give'em Hell attitude. And I'll figure it out because you and I aren't their puppets Elliott. We make our own choices and create our own destiny."
Damnit Elliott sighed. She could feel a spark of hope inside her against her will. It sounded crazy as fuck but Dean sure had a way with words.
"Sam can I talk to you a minute?" Bobby asked as they began to head to a motel for the night.
His large hand that was still wrapped around her waist gave her hip a small squeeze and nodded for her to wait outside for him. She gave him an encouraging smile and stepped out into the hallway with Dean. The moment the door was closed Elliott put her ear up to it.
"What are you twelve?" Dean scoffed.
"Like you don't want to know what's going on." Elliott accused with a knowing glare.
He grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. Only a minute went by before he sighed loudly and raise an irritated brow. "Well?"
"Bobby's apologizing for what the demon said to Sam when he was possessed." She gave him a soft smile. Dean just rubbed his temples and pulled her away from the door by her leather jacket.
"Alright Anders. No chick flick moments." He playfully gripped. "We have enough to deal with right now." And with that their light hearted banter sobered. The reality of everything hitting them hard and weighing them down. Elliott sighed at the heaviness in her chest and leaned into Dean wordlessly. Pursing his lips, he wrapped his hand around her shoulder and pulled her in a warm protective side hug. He didn't say anything either knowing there was nothing to say. They both knew it. Anyone could see it in their eyes. They were all royally screwed.
It had been three days since Bobby was told he would never walk again. As expected, he wasn't taking it well. Elliott brought him crosswords and even snuck him little shot glasses of booze from the gas station across the street. Although he scoffed that he wasn't an old hag and chucked the crossword books across the room she could see it discreetly tucked under his pillow the next morning. He did appreciate the little drinks a bit too much but she couldn't really blame him.
Part of her felt so awful for not healing him, but another selfish part of her was glad it wasn't her stuck in that wheelchair. Bobby had been beyond furious when he discovered she had attempted to heal him back at the motel. Even though she probably saved his ass. According to the doctors if he had lost any more blood he wouldn't be breathing now. Her healing even the miniscule amount she did had transferred a small portion of the blood loss to her. So she wore her stitches proudly, it was an extremely small cost for his life.
The old hunter was so sour about everything that he hardly talked to anyone and when he did he was usually yelling or complaining. Today he was finally getting discharged. The three hunters though he would at least be excited to go home but walked into his hospital room to find him sulking by the window. Much like he had been the last days. Dean had wandered off eyeing a dark haired curvy doctor and Sam had ducked out to grab coffee for everyone.
Elliott sat across from Bobby at the little white table near the window. They sat in comfortable silence. He starred out the window while she typed away on her laptop. Trying to dig up any lore on angels and Lucifer that they didn't already know.
"Hey babe."
Sam came back in the room a cardboard tray of hot coffee. He ducked down to lay a soft but quick peck on her cheek. Then eyed Bobby trying to measure how he was doing. Elliott mirrored Sam's small smile that didn't reach either of their eyes. "Sugar and cream for you." He handed her one of the small cups. "…and Irish black for you." Sam set another cup down in front of Bobby who didn't even acknowledge them.
"Thanks Sam." She said quietly holding the warm cup with both hands. Although it was hot outside, inside the hospital the air conditioner was blasting at the full speed and Elliott was never a fan of the cold. Always preferring the scorching hot summer heat over it.
"Ooh, is that for me?" Dean waltzed in with a large envelope in his hand. He dropped it on the table exchanging it for the last cup of coffee.
"What is this?" Elliott reached for the envelope and set her own cup down.
"Flirted with the radiologist," Dean swallowed a large sip of the steaming cup. "Got her number," He smirked. "And scored sone free glamor shots." She opened it curiously Sam eyeing it even more so over her shoulder.
"Whoa…" Sam breathed at she held the dark blackish purple picture up to the florescent light. Whoa was right.
"What the Hell is this?" Elliott gawked at the dark photo of Dean's ribcage. There were lots of tiny intricate symbols lining the bones of his ribs. Almost like someone had carved them deep into his bones.
"Lets just say the doc is baffled. Don't know if it's a good idea to call her anymore actually…" Dean sighed looking a little disappointed.
"Holy crap…" Sam breathed examining it closely.
"Yeah well Cas carved you up as well." Dean shrugged.
"Cas did this?" Elliott pitched in concern. Drawing her attention from the x-ray to the brothers for answers. "To both of you?"
"It's alright, Ellie it's for protection." Sam explained finally taking his eyes off of the photo.
"Yeah, angel chicken scratch that will hide us from Lucifer and the other angels." Dean illuminated downing a good portion of his coffee. Elliott sighed and leaned back in her chair handing the image to Sam to continue to examine it.
A shrill ring from Sam's pocket had him letting out a long sigh. Handing the x-ray back to her which she put back in the envelope, he dug his phone out of his pocket.
"Hello? Castiel?" Both Dean and Elliott turned to him curiously. "Uh… St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you- Cas?" His forehead scrunched up and he shut his phone. "He hung up."
"Castiel?" Elliott stood up abruptly spotting the angel at the doorway to the room. Sam and Dean turned to see him just as confused as she was.
"Cellphone Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" Dean sassed approaching the angel.
"You're hidden from angels now. All angels. I won't be able to simply-" Cas started. "Speaking of," He turned to stare blankly at Elliott. "Lucifer will be looking for her soon, and if you two really insist on being around Lucifer's bride then she will need to be warded as well."
"What?" Elliott took a step backwards eyeing the angel suspiciously.
"Stand still." Cas ordered gravely and before she could blink his hand was on her shoulder. A hot burning pain from her insides flashed along her torso. A grunt left her lips and it was gone a half second later.
"What the Hell Cas?" She pitched accusingly.
"You are now safe from Lucifer and the other angels."
"A little warning next time?" Elliott mumbled rubbing her ribs at the phantom pain.
"Enough foreplay." Bobby interrupted, speaking up for the first time in hours. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on. Get healing, now."
"I can't." Castiel looked down to the hunter in the wheelchair.
"Say again?" Bobby slowly turned from the window to meet the angel's icy blue eyes.
"I'm cut off from Heaven and much of Heaven's power."
"You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?!" Bobby growled ears turning red.
"I'm sorry." For an angel that neve emoted Castiel's icy eyes actually looked sorry.
"Shove it up your ass." He grumbled and turned back to the window.
Elliott swallowed the dry lump in her throat. Uncomfortable because she really did have the ability to heal him just not the way an angel could. She wished she could do something other than cripple herself. Although the though crossed her mind she didn't dare voice it out loud. If she were stronger like she had been when she was shot up with demon blood, she thought maybe she would have a chance. She chewed her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth. Deciding to file that thought for later, when she had exhausted all other options and when she wouldn't be out numbered by the others. Knowing all three of them would shoot the idea down the moment it left her lips.
As always Sam somehow sensed her distress and stepped up behind her to hold her in a subtle but comforting embrace. His solid warm chest radiating heat that warmed her back and started to relax her tense muscles.
"I don't have much time. We need to talk." Castiel turned back to Dean. "Your plan to kill Lucifer."
"Yeah, you want to help?"
"No. It's foolish. It can't be done." Castiel stated coldly. Ignoring Dean's quick jab, he continued. "But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse."
"Who's that?" Sam questioned curiously. Still holding Elliott to his chest like a teddy bear.
"The one who resurrected me and put you on that plane. The one who began everything. God. I'm going to find god."
"God?" Dean raised a brow at the angel.
"Yes."
"God?" Elliott parroted Dean. Sam now letting his hold on her loosen in his shock and let his arms fall at his sides.
"Yes. He isn't in Heaven he has to be somewhere." Castiel explained pointedly.
"Try New Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla." Dean quipped with a smirk.
"No, he's not on any flatbread." Castiel stated confused.
Elliott snorted her hand flew up to hide her amusement not wanting to encourage the hunter's snarky comebacks. Dean glanced at her with a crooked smirk getting a big head before diving back into arguing with Castiel.
"This is not a theological issue. It is strategic. With god's help we can win."
"It's a pipe dream Cas." Dean sighed.
"I killed two angels this week." He rumbled taking threatening steps towards Dean. "My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled, and I did it- all of it -for you. And you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world." Elliott saw Deans eyes twinkle with guilt and shame, and she snapped. Her rage boiling over her fear of angels.
"Hey!" She stepped up to them twisting away to avoid Sam's reach as he tried to hold her back. "If it weren't for you feathered bastards none of this would be happening." She spat.
"Elliott!" Sam hissed not liking the icy fire burning behind the powerful angel's eyes.
"You and your 'brothers' are at fault here, don't you dare blame it on them." The room started to vibrate and lights began flickering. They could hear commotion of beeping machines and medical staff shouting in the hallways. The angel stood calmly but his fierce glower was something to be feared.
"You have no say here. You are nothing but the whore of Lucifer, an abomination. You will bring much more devastation then the angels could."
Elliott flinched and let Sam pull her away from the angel. He didn't say anything but glared at Castiel jaw ticking with anger. He wrapped a long arm around her shoulder and held her close. The rumbling stopping instantly and the lights going back to normal. The chaos outside the room was calming down as well.
"You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole." Bobby growled at the angel. "What is it you want?"
"I did come for something. An amulet. It's very rare, very powerful. It burns hot in god's presence. It'll help me find him." Castiel explained, back to his normal monotone gruff of a voice.
"Well I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that." Bobby shrugged.
"I know you don't." Castiel turned from Bobby to stare at Dean, then his gaze dropped down to his necklace.
"What- this?" Dean stumbled on his words, touching the charm on the leather cord around his neck.
"May I borrow it?" He nodded.
"No."
"Dean give it to me." He stared down a hesitant Dean.
The older Winchester's jaw clenched and he wet his lips before reluctantly removing it from is neck. "Don't lose it."
After promising to stay in touch and with the leather cord in his grasp Castiel disappeared.
"Great. Now I feel naked." Dean complained after handing it over.
Before the hunters could take Bobby home the older hunter got a fuzzy call from Rufus a long time friend. There was a case in Colorado that Rufus needed assistants with. Even with the world ending they were all in need of normalcy and for them hunting was the norm. Bobby's mood continued to sour knowing he wouldn't be able to join them. Elliott couldn't just ditch her the man she considered an uncle, a second father. Now that he was being discharged, he needed a ride from the hospital, someone to pick up the prescription the doctor prescribed, and to get him settled in his home. She knew he was more than capable but he was family. No one should be left alone when they were in such a depressed state. She just couldn't leave him.
So after a long debate about splitting up Sam reluctantly agreed. Not wanting that kind of distance between them he promised to call her or text her through out the hunt. Knowing she was safe with the enochian warding's on her ribs was his main comfort. There was a quick but hot goodbye make out session before he and his brother were off. Leaving Elliot and Bobby alone.
The cab ride back to Bobby's place wasn't much of a drive, although Bobby grumbled about the cost of it the whole was there. Elliott quickly paid the driver tipping well for his patience and pulled out the wheelchair from the trunk.
It was when driver pulled away leaving them at the front door that their first challenge arose. Bobby let out a long defeated sigh just staring longingly at the steps to the front door.
"Oh… guess I kinda forgot about that." She mumbled sheepishly. "We'll just use the back entrance." Scratching the back of her head before leading the way to the garage entrance. She would have offered to roll him there but in the hospital when she had tried to help push his wheelchair he snapped at her. "You hungry old man? I can whip us up some sandwiches? Or would you rather order-"
"Will you quit your motherin', I ain't useless." Bobby snapped the second they were inside.
"Bobby I didn't mean-"
"I can take care of myself damnit." He barked.
Elliott nibbled on her lower lip trying to come up with the right words. "Bobby,"
"Don't baby me damnit. I-"
"Oh, shut up." She finally snapped surprising the older hunter into silence. "Last year when I was beat to shit and stayed here, you took care of me. That's what family does. Take care of each other! Now I don't expect you to act grateful, because Hell knows I didn't. But I do expect some damn respect. Now," Elliott huffed. "We are in a shit situation and could use all hands on deck. So, either get your ass in the steady or take a nap, try that attitude again and research the apocalypse after. You hear me?"
Bobby eyed her closely before grunting and nodding his agreement. Then he rolled off to his steady to burry himself in his books. The moment he was out of sight Elliott let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Eyes shut tight she pinched the bridge of her nose realizing just how difficult Bobby was going to be.
The rest of the day Elliott made sure to stay busy and out of Bobby's way. She started by making him the one thing she knew she could make, an Elvis sandwich. Which she miraculously managed to make without burning the bacon. Bobby had eaten his sandwiches begrudgingly all while grumbling at her about his still charred kitchen cabinet above his new toaster. After lunch Elliott got her first text from Sam letting her know they were safe and approaching the town soon. After a quick text back and sneaking a glance into the study to make sure Bobby was researching and not moping, she snagged the Beast's keys. Telling him she would be back shortly she left in a hurry hoping to get done with her plans before it got dark.
The Beast rumbled back into the salvage lot a couple hours later with plywood and some two by fours in the bed. It was a warm enough day as it was, but Elliott worked up a sweat even in the tank top and workout shorts. She spent hours and hours hammering away at the front of the house. She worked the rest of the day well until the sun was setting. Bobby had only once come out to see what she was doing to make such a racket. Elliott didn't give him a chance to yell at her or tell her to stop. Threatening to trash the whiskey and frozen pizza she had picked up in town if he said another word.
As much as this was for Bobby it was secretly for herself as well. She revealed in the project, purposefully loosing herself to it. It was almost thrilling to not have to think of Lucifer, who she was, the apocalypse. The long list of worries and fears made her feel suffocated and surrounded but having something physical to do really helped her breathe. It was incredible Elliott thought to work on something with her hands and let her thoughts slip away.
"Get your ass in here idjit. The sun's gone down, an' ya' can't work in the dark." Bobby scolded gruffly from the front door.
Elliott swung the hammer one last time then turned up to look at the old man with a bright smile. "That's okay. I'm all done."
"Ellie," His sighed his beard twitched. "You didn't have ta' do all that,"
"Well?" She raised a brow expectantly, still smiling. "You gonna try it out or what?"
His eyes squinted at the ramp solemnly with a hint of suspicion. "You sure it'll hold…?"
"Shut up and just try it out old man." She watched gleeful pride in her wide toothy smile as he begrudgingly rolled himself down and backup Elliott's diy home made ramp.
"Yea, yea." Bobby mumbled but the corner of his lip turned upward just slightly. "You did good kid."
When the they stepped inside Elliott could hear the oven beeping. Bobby had already popped the pizza in the oven and it was ready to come out, but when she went to pull it out Bobby had swatted her hands away. Claiming she had worked hard enough today and ordered her to sit down and pour the whiskey. She obeyed with a laugh knowing full well that he just didn't want her to burn down the kitchen.
They ate and drank in silence. Without a task in front of her the fears and worries she had been holding back began to push past whatever mental block she had managed to make that day. The last few days wearing down on them. Elliott ran her hand over her lower stomach, fingers feather light over her stitches. With all the hard labor of the day building the ramp the skin and muscles around her stitches felt tight, irritated, and sore. She excused herself and went up to shower and crash. Although it was the last thing she wanted to do, she was feeling exhausted and needed to give her stitches a chance to heal.
Something was off Elliott could just feel it in her gut. The dark room felt menacing and unknown. Then a voice began to whisper, calling out her name. She didn't like the voice, not able to place it exactly but knowing it didn't belong to anyone she wanted to know. The voice echoed and slowly grew louder. Still calling out her name as if he was searching for her. Elliott's breath hitched loudly giving away her location in the dark expanse.
"Elliott…" A voice sung out from the darkness. "Elliott…"
Elliott whipped around in the darkness trying to search out the voice.
"Where are you pet?" The voice now murmured in her ear. Cold breath tickling the shell of her ear, and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
"Fuck." She jumped and turned only to see nothing but darkness again. She shuffled backwards away from the voice.
"Where are you?" The voice now distinctly male and unfamiliar sung close to her right.
"Who are you?" Elliott demanded still wildly searching out the dark for him.
A deep chuckling to her left made her spin around again. This time an unknown blonde man stood a few feet away from her. "Ramiel was right… you have yet to learn your manners."
Elliott froze her heart pounded faster under her chest. The temperature around them dropping quickly. Hiding the shiver that wanted to rip down her spine she gritted her teeth eyes widening in realization.
"That will be annoying…" He murmured more to himself than her before shrugging. "but not like it will really matter. Even with improper manners you will still bear my child."
"Lucifer…"
The man smirked his blue eyes shining wickedly "Ramiel did mention you were a smart one. Too bad. This could be so much easier on you." He tilted his head to the side examining her closely. His brows knit in confusion. "How are you hiding from me?"
She blinked a couple times not expecting that.
"I should be able to find you anywhere, how are you hiding from me?" He continued to stare before his forehead smoothed out finding what he was looking for. "You're warded. Powerfully too." Eyeing her ribs before meeting her hazel eyes with his blues. "Who did this to you? You are mine Elliott, and I don't share my toys."
Elliott tried and failed to hide the quiver in her voice. "Fuck off."
He tutted and shook his head slowly. "Is that anyway to talk to the father of your unborn child?"
"That's never going to happen! I'll never let that happen!" She shouted and stumbled away from him.
Suddenly with a blink of an eye the man was four inches away from her face. His cold hand palming her flat stomach. She tried to push him off, to back up and get away but she couldn't move a muscle. Her eyes widened with horror. "Oh, my pet…" He sighed a crooked grin lining his face. "You won't have a choice." Fear flared inside of her but she fought it down trying to focused it on her anger.
"Go to Hell." She spit fighting the only way she could.
"Clever." He rolled his eyes with a hint of annoyance in his calm façade.
"Screw you and screw your plans. I'll never let that happen. I'm not anyone's bitch."
He removed his icy hand and let out a long bord sigh. "I don't suppose you'll be my good girl and tell me where you are hm?"
"Never." Elliott gritted out between her teeth.
"Fate will bring us together, sooner or later Ellie. You can't escape your destiny." His icy fingers gripped her chin tightly and jerked her head up. Icy cold lips met hers. When she didn't respond his fingers gripped harder almost bruising and he pulled away. "Then, until next time my pet."
Elliott jerked out of bed. The icy cold from the dream still her nightmare, if it had even been a nightmare. Elliott couldn't be sure and worried that it wasn't. If Lucifer could jump into her dreams what else could he do?
Authors Note:
Sorry for taking so long! I re wrote this part two times. I am amazed and honored that some of you are still reading this. Like I have said before this is my first and so far only fanfic so I am just blown away that it is still being read! Thank you soo much for reading. Please let me know what you think so far, I would love to hear what you have to say. If you haven't yet give the story a kudo if you are enjoying it! Thank you and stay safe!
Also ahhh! The show is starting up this week for the final season... again lol. I am so sad and excited!