Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them. If I did, I wouldn't have waited 5 WEEKS to show the next new episode. So excited for Thursday! I do own Elle…

AN: I can't believe I'm actually updating twice in one week! It's crazy! I guess that's what happens when I stay up till the wee hours of the morning to write because I got "the bug"…and then I fell asleep in class today. (It was totally worth it :-] ) And thanks to all of you who reviewed the last chapter, I love getting reviews, and they make my day!

Chapter 6

And then it was over. Sam inhaled sharply as he felt Elle leave his mind, her hands leaving his face. Breathing hard, tears streaming down her cheeks, she rolled over on her other side, so she faced the wall. Sam, ignoring his own pain for the moment, reached over to rub Elle's back.

"Don't touch me." She snapped at him. Sam drew back his hand immediately

"I…sorry…just…need to…get my walls…back up." Elle said softly, her voice straining.

"It's okay sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere, Len."

Sam sat up slowly, holding his head as a wave of dizziness hit him like a ton of bricks. He reached over to the table to grab the Tylenol bottle and downed three with a swig of water.

Sam gradually eased himself up off the bed, groaning inwardly. He heard the bed shift as Elle moved onto her back.

"Sam?"

"Where's your phone Elle?" he asked her, taking a deep breath as the room spun around him.

"The dresser."

Sam stumbled towards the dresser, grabbed the phone, and made his way back to the bed, already going through Elle's contacts to find Dad.

He collapsed on the bed next to Elle, the phone to his ear. She reached her hand over tentatively, and Sam took it in his own, squeezing it.

"Everything's going to be okay Elle." Sam said reassuringly.

Elle's Voyager rang and rang, before it finally went to voicemail.

"This is John Winchester. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Sam rubbed his thumb across Elle's knuckles. He waited for the beep and left a message.

"Hey Dad, it's Sam. Elle had a…we're worried…I'm umm just checking in with you, making sure you're okay, so call me back when you get this. And don't worry, we're fine."

Sam ended the call and immediately looked for Dean's number.

"Sam…"

"I'm going to try Dean."

Dean's phone rang and rang, until it too went to voicemail.

"This is Batman. I'm off being awesome; I'll get back to you."

Sam was now a pro at leaving a voicemail of this magnitude.

Beep.

"Dean, it's me. Elle had a vision…and I'm just checking up on you and Dad, to make sure you're okay. So give me a call, and we're fine here."

Sam hit end and adjusted the volume on the phone to medium before he placed it on the nightstand.

"Shouldn't we go looking for them?" Elle asked him, her voice quivering slightly.

Sam could feel her hand trembling in his, and he flipped over so he could look at her. Elle's hazel eyes were filled with tears as they locked onto Sam's.

Sam wondered the same thing.

'Elle's visions almost always come true. What if....' Sam quickly pushed the thought out of his mind.

He quickly went into older brother comfort mode. "Let's not think the worse Elles." He said, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear. "They could be in the middle of a hunt, or they could be having a good 'ol fashioned sleep-a-thon. I wouldn't be surprised if they both are at a bar and Dean is trying out all of his favorite pick up lines on some bar whore…We can start to worry if they don't call back by tomorrow afternoon. But I'm sure one of them will call before then. The best thing for us to do right now is to try to get some sleep."

Elle wiped her eyes and nodded. "Fine." She said quietly, even though Sam's words hadn't given her any comfort. Elle knew what she had seen, and she knew that it wasn't good. Part of her wanted to call up Uncle Bobby or Pastor Jim and see if either of them knew where Dad and Dean's last hunt was, and head there. She had to do something, anything.

'We can't afford to wait until tomorrow. Dean may be on the ground bleeding to death somewhere…Dad could be missing, and Sam just wants to sit here waiting to see if we hear from them. Of course, that shouldn't be a surprise, considering how Sam and Dad get along…but what if Dad is dying too? By the time Sam decides to make a move it could be too late…'

Sam, of course, heard everything that was going through her head.

"Eleanor Jane, you stop that right now." Elle jumped and looked at a spot on the wall past Sam's piercing eyes. "How could you think that I want Dad to die? Yes, Dad and I don't see eye to eye on anything, but he's still my Dad, and I don't want him dead. You of all people should know that; and you should also know that I'm aware of how accurate your visions tend to be. Dad wouldn't want us to be rash. He'd want us to wait to see if they call back, so that's what we're going to do. And you will listen to me, because I'm in charge."

Elle just glared at him.

Sam could tell that any hope of continuing this conversation was hopeless, taking into account that Elle had on her — as Sam called it — Winchester stubborn like an ass look on, and the fact that she was clearly exhausted.

He sighed. "I'm going to go get my pillow. I'll be right back."

Now her eyes whipped to his face. "And why do you need that?"

"Because I'm not leaving you alone like this, that's why. And we both know that you'll sleep easier knowing that I'm right here. That and you won't try to go sneak out and track Dad and Dean down yourself."

Her response was a mumble that sounded distinctly like a 'fuck you' and an immediate flip to her other side.

Sam left her bedroom and went to the kitchen to upright the chair and turn off the light. He then went into his own bedroom and glanced at the clock.

"Good morning." He said sarcastically as he chucked off his jeans and shirt and put on his pajama pants. Grabbing his pillow he headed towards Elle's room.

Upon arrival, Sam noticed that she had not only moved over to give him more room, and but she had imparted with some of the blankets and moved her own pillow over too. Sam also saw that in the process of moving her pillow over, Elle had placed it over her head.

'Well that's just dandy; I didn't know she was so pissed at me.' Sam thought to himself. But as Sam subconsciously sifted through Elle's emotions, he realized something. Elle hadn't covered her head so she wouldn't have to look at Sam's face.

'God. I'm such an idiot. She has a freaking migraine and I left the light on.'

He closed the door quietly and walked to the bed, placing his pillow in the spot that was available for it. He flicked the light off; and Sam heard Elle exhale slowly.

"Sorry babe." Sam said softly as he checked the cell phone.

Elle gave him no response.

Sighing, Sam swung his legs over and got into Elle's queen sized bed.

Elle still made no acknowledgement of his presence, but Sam knew that she wanted him there. At least he was pretty sure that he did. He could feel pain emanating off of his sister; not to mention a feeling of helplessness that he almost mistook for anger. And he knew deep down that Elle needed him, his comfort, his presence, to get through the night.

Based on that belief, he decided to lie with his back to the door for the moment; choosing comfort before safety.

A few minutes went by with uncomfortable silence, and Sam started to believe he had made the wrong assumption. After all, Elle was literally on the edge of the bed, as far away from Sam as she could get. And her back was extremely rigid. Sam sighed as he decided to do the safe thing and sleep facing the door.

That was until he saw Elle's arm slowly reach up and move the pillow off her head. Sam smiled as he watched Elle inch towards him slowly, until her back and shoulders were against his chest. He drew her close and wrapped her up in his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"I knew you couldn't stay angry." He whispered into Elle's ear.

Sam could feel Elle pull away slightly, and he frowned, hurt.

"I was cold because I had to give someone my covers." She grumbled. "And you are like a freaking giant electric blanket."

"Oh. Umm…right." Sam's face scrunched up.

'I hate how she's pushing me away.' Sam thought to himself miserably.

"What?" Elle asked harshly. "Did you actually think I came over here for comfort?"

Her words felt like a knife stabbing into his side.

"No. Of course not, I've always known that all I am to you is a heat source."

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other."

Silence.

Sam could feel that Elle's breathing was even, but he knew she wasn't asleep.

Meanwhile, Elle was having a fight with herself in her head.

'God, I'm such a bitch. It's not his fault that I feel like shit. Not to mention he feels crappy now too…Sammy…I really hurt him. And he's doing the best that he can…under the circumstances.'

"Sam." Elle whispered into the darkness.

"Yea, Elle?" Sam responded, bracing himself.

"I'm sorry Sammy…I'm taking my pain out on you, when you of all people don't deserve it. I…"

"Shhh," Sam said softly as Elle started to cry, "I know, and it's okay."

He once again pulled Elle close, and this time she let him.

Sam rubbed his hand up and down Elle's arm in a soothing motion, in an attempt to calm her. Elle's crying soon stopped, but Sam kept it up.

It took awhile, but Sam could feel Elle's body slowly relaxing against his. Thinking that she was asleep, Sam stopped rubbing her arm.

"S'm…Love you." Elle mumbled softly.

"I love you too." Sam answered, startled, but Elle was already asleep.

Sam smiled and closed his eyes, holding Elle close.

TBC

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