Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! I may or may not end the dream/flashback/back story before I end this chapter! Enjoy!

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Elle sat there on the bed, her eyes glued to the floor of their motel room. She had lost a lot of blood and parts of her memory was foggy at best. As Eleanor sat there, she let her mind travel back, trying to come across any shred of what she said to Dean the night before. The scene played over and over again in her head, she was just about to shake her head when it hit her. Eleanor had told the one guy she grown to admire, care for, befriend, love, and even cherish that she loved him. It had taken her fifteen years to say those three little words that would not doubt change their entire relationship with each other.

"Its okay if you don't remember, Ella." Dean's voice didn't sound like his. It sounded broken, a tad hurt, and embarrassed. Eleanor was biting the inside of her lower lip now. Running a hand through her hair, she stood up carefully before slowly making her way over to him. Her footing was a little shaky but once she got there, she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Elle's eyes met with Dean's green ones for a moment. As she closed her eyes she took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of his leather jacket and cologne. It was strange to think that Ellie had found comfort in not only his scent but his arms.

"I remember telling you that I don't blame you for this." She whispered, knowing that was not the answer he had been looking for. Ella nodded her head at him. "I also remember another thing." Her voice cracked a tad as she looked at him. Ellie was not sure if she should just reach up and kiss him or just repeat the phrase from the night before, possibly screwing up her already messed up relationship with him. Pulling away from him a little, Elle glance at the space between them. She was happy staring at the floor behind their feet but Dean wasn't as he gently put his hand under her chin and gazed into her eyes. She gazed back for a moment before she reached up and kissed him with as much passion as Eleanor possibly could. As her arms snaked around his neck, Dean's wrapped around her waist. He completely forgot about her stitches until she winced in pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Ella." He said softly as he pulled away from her, rubbing the back of his head. Dean bit down on his lower lip for a moment before he let his eyes land on her face. "As much as I don't like this, it's probably best we leave the hot and heavy stuff until your side starts to heal," he whispered before kissing her forehead. Dean walked away, cleaning up the room as he made his way around it. It wasn't long before he was tossing a pair of sweatpants at Ellie. "We should probably get you to Bobby or Dad so they can do a better patch job."His words pierced her ears like a bullet to the heart, he wanted to have John or her dad patch her up better. The young hunter had to be out of his mind if he thought she was going to have one of them patch her up. It was going to be bad enough explaining what happened to her and the back seat of the Impala as it was. Eleanor didn't want to be babied. She was eighteen years old and just survived a wendigo attack, she'd be damned if she was going to let her father put her on house arrest.

Pulling the pants on she looked at him, shaking her head. "Have you lost your mind, Dean? John and Bobby are already going to have our asses for what happened along the way of killing the wendigo. You know Bobby'll put my ass on permanent house arrest." She said as she walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. She took a deep breath and cleared her mind of anger. "We'll drive for a while before getting a motel room and spend the night. In the morning we'll talk about having one of them look at it. Dean, you did a pretty great job at stitching me up so I doubt I'll need a better patch job. Can we please just get something to eat now? I'm starving." She said as she hugged him. Eleanor gave him a soft, passionate kiss before she pulled away and headed for the door.

Dean grabbed her wrist gently in advance to pulling her into another hug. He let his lips crash to hers in a fiery, rough kiss as his hands ran through her long red hair. It wasn't long before Elle had pressed herself against him as close as she could, her fingers going through his short hair. Dean let his hands run down her back, barely touching the left side of her body. He was enjoying the moment far too much and he knew he should put an end to it before it got out of hand or worse; they tore her stitches up. He was far into the moment to really care as his fingers started to undo the buttons to her shirt. When she broke away to pull his t-shirt off, Dean spoke the words before he could even catch his breath. "I love you, Ella."

Eleanor stopped what she was doing, her eyes moving up to his green ones reading him. He stared back at her, not saying anything or moving. Elle thought he had a stroke or a heart attack by how still he was, not to mention how pale he looked. She just stood there for a minute as she took it all in, she was standing in a dirty, nasty motel room with enough stitches in her to make a small stuffed animal. Finally after about five minutes, Eleanor's mouth fell open but nothing came out when she tried again a moment later she got the same result. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his chest. "I love you, Dean." Elle opened her mouth and finally got the words she had spoke right before passing out last night. Her gaze moved up to Dean's face as she spoke.

Dean hugged her back, making sure to avoid her wounded sided. He pressed her against his body, putting her weight on himself as the stood there. Neither of them knew how long they stood in the spot embracing each other nor did either of them give a shit. Ella didn't pull away until she heard Dean's stomach growl, a smile pulling at the sides of her mouth as she looked at him. "Sounds like someone else is hungry too." She said as she poked him in the stomach gently, her eyes begging him for food.

Chuckling softly he nodded his head as his eyes looked at her. Dean was nineteen and was almost always eating, not that Eleanor was any different. Hunting all the time meant that most of their meals were either fast food, some greasy diner, or something that had to be microwaved at a gas station. How either of them were healthy enough to hunt amazed them. The only time either of the teen-aged hunters got a home-cooked meal. If they were both at Bobby's was about the only time and that was if Bobby was not too busy covering for other hunters or doing research for various hunters. Those were the nights that Dean and Ellie were in charge of dinner and it normally was pizza or burgers and pie, there was always pie.

"Yeah, lets go." Dean said as he grabbed her jacket and helped her put it on. He moved to grab the bags only to Elle was already holding one and going for another. "Drop them now, Eleanor." He said sternly as he picked up the last bag on the floor. "I don't want to have to restitch those stitches again." Dean said a little more softly as she dropped the bags. "Thank you." He said before kissing her forehead and picked them up.

"I hate being called 'Eleanor'." She huffed as she followed him out of the room. She took one last glance around the place to make sure that they hadn't forgotten anything. Part of Ellie wanted to take one last look at the place that she had just exchanged how she felt about the oldest Winchester brother. She knew her world was going to be different from that moment on. It wasn't until she heard Dean's voice calling for her that she closed the door and walked out to the Impala.

"Ellanor, come on." Dean yelled at her as he put their bags in the trunk of the car. He had already took care of cleaning up the back seat the best he could and he go most of it out. There was a spot on the floorboard that still had her blood stained in it. Dean thought it added to the character of his car, the army man that was stuck in the ashtray and the legos that were still in the heat vent, not to mention the 'D.W.' and 'S.W.' that the boys had carved into the car long ago. Once Ellie was in the car, he got in and started it.

As he pulled out of the parking spot, Eleanor moved closer to him before putting her head on his shoulder. Dean made sure to be careful with her left side which was pressed up against him. He drove down the street for a while, heading in the general direction of Bobby's house in South Dakota. His green eyes moving between the road and Elle, making sure she was still okay and not in any pain. It didn't take them long before they got a few towns away and Dean pulled into a diner.

"Lets go get some food, Ella." He said as he parked the Impala, turned her off, and opened his door. He got out before he reached down to help Eleanor out who grabbed his hand and let him help her. Dean let her use him as support as they walked up to the door and in. The smell of fried foods and coffee hit their noses as soon as Dean opened the door. Elle loved the smell, she barely had to glance around to find out the diner was fairly empty. Just the way she liked it.

Eleanor started to make for a booth that was across from the Impala, she knew how Dean was and that he'd want to be sitting somewhere where he could keep an eye on his baby. She slid into the nearest booth after shedding her jacket. Just as she flipped up the coffee cup in front of her, Dean slid into the seat across from her and got out of his jacket as well as turning the other coffee cup up. It didn't take long before their waiter came up to their table. He was just a bit younger than they were, about Dean's height and built. His eyes were brown and his hair was jet black. Dean ordered a pot of coffee for the two of them and a double bacon cheeseburger with fries while Ella ordered pancakes, bacon, hash browns, and country fried steak.

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Elle woke up to Dean's arm wrapped around her waist. She rolled over and immediately regretted it as it made her sick. She was three months pregnant and already sick of having morning sickness. At first, Ella just laid there watching Dean sleep, trying to ignore it. She had been lucky that up until a few weeks ago, Ryan was overseas with the Army and it was February so she was passing the morning sickness off as the flue. Gently moving Dean's arm from around her waist before running off to the bathroom. Ellie didn't get the door all the way closed before she felt the urge to puke. She held it until she got to the toilet, she quickly put the lid up and throwing up. She was sure Dean had heard her if he hadn't woke up when she got out bed. After fifteen minutes, Ellie finally walked out of the bathroom and saw Dean was still laying in bed where she had left him. Resting a hand on her stomach as she slid back into bed, resting her back against Dean. It didn't take long before she found his arm around her waist again.

"You okay, Ella?" Dean's groggy voice whispered as he pulled her close to him, his hand resting on her stomach. He hadn't opened his eyes when she got out of bed or even when she ran into the bathroom. When he heard her throwing up was when he opened his eyes, shocked and puzzled before it hit him. Eleanor Singer was carrying his child, Dean Winchester was going to be a father. He was going to have the family that he had craved so much for so long. There was the year he spent with Lisa and Ben and it was an awesome year for him but Lisa still was not Ella.

Relaxing more as Dean pulled her closer, Elle couldn't help but smile when he put his hand on her stomach. She leaned her back against him more, taking in the warmth from his body heat to soothe her slightly achy back muscle. "Yeah, it's just morning sickness. I'll be fine once it passes." She said before turning her head to glance up at him. His green eyes were filled with concern and shock with a bit of fear. Eleanor was happy that she didn't have to lie to Dean about it all, she was glad that he took the news as well as he had. "Go back to sleep, Dean." She whispered as she closed her eyes a bit.

Ellie felt this rough fingertips going over one of the three scars that marked her left side from her back to her stomach and hip. Even fifteen years later she bared the scar of her first hunt with Dean. Fifteen years later and his eyes still held the same sorrowfulness and self hatred as they did the day he took the stitches out. Elle had done nothing but told him how she blamed herself for it every time he looked at the scars or brought them up in a conversation. Before she knew it, Dean was tracing the middle scar the wendigo left her with. Eleanor felt peace and at ease as Dean traced his rough fingertips along the scars. Not like she had when Ryan ran his hands over them and when he first noticed them was anything but easy to explain to him.

Every time Ryan would ask about the various scars she had, she would tell him that she didn't remember how she got most of them. But the scar from the wendigo was a little harder to pass off as not being about to remember how she got the claw marks. After about the two hundred and fiftieth time of Ryan asking her, Ella finally broke down and told him that she was in Minnesota with a friend when a bear attacked their campsite and she got in the way of the bear like a dumb ass. It wasn't the complete truth, she was in Minnesota with a friend when it happened. The fact that it was her ex-boyfriend did not need to be out in the open and she knew if she told Ryan that it was a wendigo and explained what a wendigo was that he'd have her committed to a loony bin.

Dean kept one hand wrapped around her as he propped himself up on with the other one. He gently moved his hand up to turn her face to look at his, a soft smile on his lips before he ran his hand through her red hair a little. He was happy laying in the motel room with her in his arms the rest of his life if he could. As his green eyes met her brown ones, Dean couldn't help himself anymore. His lips crashed down to hers in a soft, passionate kiss. As he pulled away from her, he smiled brightly. "Come on, lets go get something to eat." Dean said as he sat up in bed.

At the mention of food, Elle sat up in bed briefly before running off to the bathroom again. She let out a soft moan before she blew chunks into the toilet for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Eleanor had been in there for a minute or two before Dean walked in with a soft smile on his lips, an apologetic expression on his face, and a toothbrush with a small tube of toothpaste. Dean leaned against the sink while Ellie finished throwing up. She ran a hand through her hair before groaning loudly.

"Here, thought you'd want these," Dean said as he held out the toothbrush and paste. He moved away from the sink as she stood up. "We don't have to if you're not feeling up to it, Ella." His eyes were on the floor as he spoke, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck as Ellie turned the water on and started to brush her teeth. She turned and smiled at him once she was done, pulling her hair back as she did.

"I should be okay for now, I think," she said looking down at her stomach that was growing. Eleanor saw Dean's hand move to her stomach, softly pressing against it. She couldn't help but smile as she placed her own hand over his. Ella still couldn't believe that there was another human being growing inside, a little being that was half her and half Dean. Something she never thought would ever happen but here she was in a motel room bathroom, three months pregnant and wearing an engagement ring that she got from another man.

"Okay," Dean said with a little bit bright smile. "Whenever you're ready, babe." He said as he walked out of the bathroom. Eleanor hot on his heels as she grabbed his hand in hers. Dean gave her hand a gentle, loving squeeze as he moved toward the motel door. As he reached for the knob he stopped before turning to look back at her. "Can I ask what you told Ryan when you left at two in the morning?" Dean asked her with a bit of a laugh. He was generally curious as to what she could have came up with to why she was leaving at two in the damn morning.

Glancing up at him, she recalled the night before. "He was still sleeping so I just wrote a note and told him my friend Kate's mom died and she needed me to stay with her." Eleanor said with a bit of a shrug of her shoulders. She knew that Kate would cover for her, Ella and Kate went back years almost as long as Dean and Ella. "They'll both cover my ass though Kate does know that I came to see you." She said before biting down on her lip a tad. Ellie knew how bad that all sounded but it was the best she could come up with on such short noticed and Ryan was not known for going over to Kate's as the two of them do not get along. Kate was the person besides Dean that Elle had ever been close with and considered a best friend.

All Dean could do was shake his head at the thought of it all. "You told Kate that we were meeting? Why, Ella? She already hates me for everything else and if she finds out you're pregnant, she'll skin me." Dean said taking a deep breath, he knew Kate through Elle and how close the pair were. They were like him and Sam, well as close as two girls who were born to different parents can get to sisters. He would not be showing his face up to the motel that Kate's family owned and ran aside from hunting once in a while.

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Author's Note Part Two: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter of A Little White Lie! I will add more back story/flashbacks/dreams of the past(maybe even the future?) in later chapters! As always reviews are welcomed, I'd love to know what you guys think so far!