Smart. Beautiful. Dead.
Notifying.
"Dean! What are you doing here" Jo quipped obviously excited to see him.
"Ah, I've come to talk to you and your mom" Dean said with a stony look on his face.
"Is everything alright?" she asked innocently.
"Where's your mom?" Dean asked as his eyes scanned the dark shady bar.
"She's out the back... MOM!!" Jo called.
After a couple of long seconds Ellen strolled into the room and immediately sensed something was wrong.
"What is it? What's wrong" she babbled quickening her step.
Dean forced a labored sigh and played with the keys in his hand.
"It's Eve" he breathed quietly.
Ellen stopped in her tracks, his words had hit her like a brick wall "What happened, where is she? What hospital?" Ellen asked quickly, panic hung thick in her voice.
Dean closed his eyes and Jo covered her mouth so as to stop a small gasp escape her lips.
Dean shook his head slightly and that was all it took to set Ellen off. Tears seeped from her eyes and down her cheeks as she fell to the floor. Dean's body fell next to her, he tried to bring her into his arms, comfort a mother's pain but her arms flailed and she hit him in the chest, something he felt he most definitely deserved. But as Ellen fought him off her pain got the better of her and she surrendered to the console he offered. Jo turned away and stood in shock unable to comprehend. Dean tightened his jaw and tried to keep himself together.
"Im sorry" Dean said coldly "Im, so sorry" he repeated as guilt ripped his insides to shreds.
The long drive to Ellen's place was tedious and boring. John had not said a single word to his son the whole way. Frankly he didn't know what to say. The last time the two had seen each other they had been at each others throats fighting over Sam wanting to go to Stanford.
"This is it" Sam mumbled as they approached.
"I know" John snapped as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"What the hell happened, you, you were supposed to look after her D-D-Dean, you were supposed to take care of her" Ellen said under the shudder of her crying.
"I wanted to save her. I would have done anything to save her Ellen. I would give anything to bring her back for you if I could" Dean said sincerely and tears threatened to well in his eyes.
"Ellen" a Johns voice filled the room "It was me, Ellen, Dean did all he could" John mumbled as he stepped into the bar.
"John?" She said squinting to see her tall figure approaching her.
"This is your fault?? You did this?" she implored trying to get to her feet but feeling like all she could do was crawl and cry.
"There was nothing I could do" John mumbled feeling Dean's eyes glaring at him.
"Don't lie to her" Dean interjected causing John to glance at him.
"If I had known she was your daughter I would never have done what I did" John was grasping at straws.
"What did you do?" Jo asked stepping forward "It seems like I keep losing family members and you always at the centre of it" Jo pointed out coming out of her silence.
"She got bitten by a vampire" Sam said stepping forward.
"I was afraid. I didn't want her to hurt Dean or Sam so I... well I...I..." John stumbled with the words that he never wanted to hear himself say.
"You killed her" Dean added bluntly "You killed her, don't sugar coat it, you plain and simple killed her"
"Quiet..." Ellen mumbled to herself.
"Dean..." Sam said quickly.
"QUIET!" Ellen screamed feeling as if her head may cave in.
Immediately everyone's lips sealed shut... Sam felt almost afraid to breath.
All eyes were on Ellen as she stumbled to her feet, wiped away her tears and straightened herself up. She slowly made her way to where John stood.
"I want you to listen to what I have to say, I don't want you to speak or tell me it can't be done. You, John Winchester have cost me my husband and now Eve. That was my baby, John, my eldest girl. She is irreplaceable. I don't want excuses I don't want your sincere sorry's I want my baby girl back, here, in my arms. I WANT HER BACK! And so help me god, if you don't bring her back you don't want to know what I will do" Ellen hissed angrily into Johns face.
John stood immobile and felt as if he had no control over his body. His checks glowed fire engine red and his palms began to sweat profusely. He wished that he could just wake up 48 hours ago and start all over again.
"It can be done" John mumbled.
"Dad..." Sam whined not wanting his father to make a promise he may not be able to keep.
"It can be done" John repeated firmly with conviction sounding thick in his voice.
Dean was torn. Would he really give anything to bring her back? What's dead should stay dead, that much he knew. But he also knew that he loved her, with every bone, every muscle, every red blood cell that glowed under his skin loved her.
"How? Tell me how" Dean implored.
Sorry that I haven't updated this in awhile!!! I'll try and make it abit more interesting in future chapters... thanks for the reviews guys and dolls!