"You can't stay any longer?" Ella asked, wanting them to stay.
"'Fraid not," Dean shrugged, "When a hunter hits a town you can't stay,"
"So I'll probably never see you again?" Ella sighed and rested her head on her hands. Her gut twisted at the thought of not seeing them again and she didn't quite understand why.
"Unfortunately," Sam nodded a grim expression crossing his features.
"Well let me see you out," Ella suggested, rubbing the palms of her hands on her pants and making her way around the bar. As the trio started walking out Ella got stopped by one of her customers so of course the boys stopped to.
"Hey Ella," The man was obviously drunk and his words were slurred, "Where you going with those two bozos?"
"Get off of me Micky," Ella sighed and tried to tug her arm away but the guy just tugged her closer.
"Come on baby. I can show you a good time," Micky laughed, filling Ella's nose with the smell of alcohol and smoke.
"Let go Micky," Ella said sternly, a cold look on her face barely laced with a hint of fear. Sam and Dean started forward seeing that the man was going to cause a scene.
"Oh come on doll," Micky smiled, his yellowed teeth showing the crooked silver tooth he had. Ella ripped her arm from his obviously not that hard grip.
"I want you out of my bar," Ella ground out her finger pointed to the door.
"Fine. I don't need no shiner 'gain," Micky grumbled, stumbling down the street, using the lights as his only guide in the dead sky.
"He a problem often?" Sam questioned, glaring down the sidewalk even though the Micky fellow had disappeared.
"Just a pest really. Annoying but nothing I can't handle," Ella sighed and stuck her hands in her jean pockets.
"What'd he mean by shiner? And why didn't pull away sooner if it was so easy?" Dean asked as they approached the sleek black car he called Baby.
"Last time when he kept grabbing me when I pulled away, I gave him a black eye. I figured I would give him a chance. He was actually a good guy before he was a drunk. Anyway he has the muscle mass of a two month old." Ella shrugged. The three of them stood by the car ready for goodbyes. Dean climbed into the Impala, allowing Ella and Sam to have a word.
"See you around yeah?," Sam finally broke the silence that fell over them. But it was back again as soon as he opened his mouth. Not because either didn't want to say something but because they couldn't. Ella had pulled Sam into a kiss gripping the nape of his neck. He leaned into it (he was a couple inches taller than Ella), holding her midsection tightly.
"That's for leaving," Ella whispered, pulling away from Sam. Sam looked at her sadly and climbed into the Impala. The car pulled away from the curb and Ella stood there as Sam stuck his hand out in a wave.
Two months after that Dean was walking out of a motel room and to the one next door. Knocking on the door he opened it. Inside was a sleeping Ella. He shook his head and walked towards the bed, almost tripping on her shoes. The room was small, meant for one person. It only had a bed, a side table, tv and small bathroom.
"Don't worry Dean-o, I'm up," Ella told Dean, her eyes not even open. Dean scowled at her and left the room without a word, slipping over her shoes and catching himself on the door frame. Ten minutes later Ella was driving into a small town in Minnesota with the boys.
"So what happened here again?" Ella questioned as they walked into the library to look up old records not listed online.
"Two were found dead in a locked apartment. Their hearts were torn out of their body. complete strangers to each other," Dean answered, not even bothering to look over at the woman.
"So why were they in a locked apartment together on the night they died?" Ella said quietly as they walked up to the front desk.
"FBI Agent Jon. This is my partner Agent Parker. We need to see all the files you have on the townspeople before everything was posted on computers," Sam held out his fake badge to the librarian. The man behind the counter squinted at their badges before gesturing for them to follow him. He led them to a door behind the counter and turned to them lazily.
"All the older documents we have are stored here. They aren't usually available to the public," He opened the door and all three of them made to go in, "Wait wait wait. Who's she? I didn't see her badge?"
Dean and Sam shared a look meaning they had no idea what to say. Luckily Ella did, "I'm just an intern, stuck with Scully and what's his name here. You don't mind if I go in do you, hot stuff?" Ella smiled flirtatiously and twirled part of her hair, "I do love to read. And bookworms," Ella winked as the librarian nodded and let her pass.
"Nice job," Sam nodded as the door closed behind them. Ella smiled as she started looking at the archives in the room.
"Yeah," Dean nodded as he watched the other two scanning the boxes. But Skully and what's his name? Seriously?"
"What? He obviously doesn't like the fact that you're Feds, I just played on that," Ella shrugged, giving Dean a small smile. He turned to another one of the boxes, turning his back to Ella. The bartender sighed and continued to route through the box. An hour later they were still rooting through the boxes that lined dozens of shelves in the cold room.