Pieces by Candygirl97
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural.
A/N: Did anyone see the five minutes of the first episode for season 5. It explains why I'm not writing Castiel's point of view. Sorry, I wanted to, but it wouldn't make sense. Lucifer's gate is the symbol that Lilith's blood makes.
Also, Ellen was incredibly hard to write for me, so be kind and let all criticism be constructive.
Chapter 3: Ellen
Ever since I started working with Jo, I knew someone I loved would get hurt.
I just assumed it would be her.
But I got off the phone with Bobby twenty minutes ago and now Jo and I are headed over to his place. Sam's spiraling downward and if we can't help him, then he'll shatter into a million pieces and we'll never get him back.
During the drive Jo hasn't stopped asking questions. Is Dean alright? Is Sam physically hurt too? What exactly can we do to help a "basket case"?
She means well, but I can't answer these questions. Not yet.
When finally pull up I see Dean sitting on the porch and holding an empty bottle of whiskey, right before he chucks it in the air. It smashes against one of Bobby's old cars.
Jo took a step back, but I kept going.
"Dean?" He turned to look at me, anguish in his green eyes.
"Ellen." He nodded. "Thanks for coming, we didn't know who else to call. Hey Jo."
"Hi." My daughter's voice was timid, a first for me.
"Bobby's in the panic room, with-" He stopped and his eyes hardened. "With Sam."
"How's he holding up?" I tried not to show how much seeing the boy like this hurt me, or how much I didn't want to see the younger Winchester suffer.
"Not good." His voice cracked slightly.
"Jo, honey, go inside and see if Bobby has any extra beer." I ordered.
"Ok." She walked quickly into the house, hopefully understanding.
"Dean." He looked down as I strode up to him. I reached out and pulled his chin up so he could look me in the eye. "It's just us out here boy."
His eyes filled with tears and my maternal instincts were screaming at me to comfort him.
"Ellen, it's my fault." He said, his rough voice wavering.
"How?"
"I broke the first seal, and now. . ." Dean paused. "Now, almost losing Sam is practically an everyday thing."
"Sam made the decisions to go after Lilith and to listen to… you know, no one ever told me that demon broad's name."
"Ruby."
"Whatever, the point is it's as much his fault as it is yours." I touched his shoulder gently. "I'm going to head inside and leave you to think about that."
I walked towards the door.
"Ellen?"
I turned to see Dean standing taller.
"Thanks."
I nodded and Jo came outside. "Mom, Sam's asking for you."
"I'm coming." I headed inside and forced myself to stop, to take a deep breath and prepare myself before going down into the basement/panic room.
I could have had five years of time to prepare and never been ready for what I saw in there.
"Sam?"
He was drawing all over the walls. Drawing devil's traps, protection symbols, Lucifer's gate, and pentagrams. He turned and looked at me, expression going from brooding concentration to child-like happiness. "There you are!" He sounded so young, like the four year old he was when I first saw him. Right before Bill died.
"Hello sweetheart, how are you?"
"Why do people keep asking me that? I'm fine."
I nodded and let out a sigh as I looked around the door. There were two soft looking beds in here, and I suddenly knew where Dean had been sleeping.
Underneath the bed on the far side, one word was written in the same red sharpie as the walls.
Bad.
Oh god.
"Sam, have you eaten today?" He was thin as hell.
"No, I'm not hungry." He muttered something after, but I couldn't hear it.
"What was that Sam?"
"I want them back." He said looking around wildly. "I know what I know and I want them back."
"Who Sam? Who do you want back?"
He pointed at the door shakily; I noticed his arm and a thin scar going from the back of his thumb to the other side of his wrist, but I chose to ask Bobby later rather than jump to conclusions.
There were carvings on the wooden door. Names?
Mom
Jess
Dad
Madison
Ava
Andy
Ash
Ruby
Dean
Ruby and Dean were both crossed out for what I hoped were different reasons.
"I'm not allowed to have sharp objects anymore Ellen." Sam said calmly, picking at his scar.
"That's ok." I smiled softly. "Can I get you anything?"
"Get them back Ellen! I need them back." He suddenly rushed at me to take hold of my shirt. "Get them back for me?"
His eyes were pleading and my heart was aching. "I'll try Sammy." Maybe using Dean's nickname would get him back to normal.
"I mean it, I'll do anything. I'll die happy! I just want them back."
"Don't talk like that." I scolded and he let go.
"I'm sorry." He crouched back into the corner and picked up his marker. "I'm sorry." He started drawing another pentagram. He sniffled.
"No, no Sammy, its fine." I quickly stepped over to him and pulled him into my arms, where he burst into tears. "You're ok. You're ok, now." The boy was so fragile and I needed to take care of him, like a mother bear.
He got quiet after a few minutes of crying.
"Ellen?" His voice was hoarse and quiet.
"Yeah?"
"It's Sam."
That's my boy.
A/N: Okay, I'll post the last two chapters next weekend. Special thanks to bleedingkansas and OhMyDean for being the first two to review. Yay! I hope you enjoy this chapter and comment soon. Next Up: Jo. Hers is kind of sad, fair warning.