When they arrived at the hotel, Oshea walked over to her bed and sat down on it heavily, running her fingers through her hair as she pulled out her gun and sat it down beside of her on the edge of the bed. Her hands would not stop shaking. She wrung them together in her lap as Sam walked Ella into the hotel.
After Dean had gotten off the phone with Bobby, he walked over to Oshea's bed and sat down next to her. "Bobby says he doesn't know why you're brother's suddenly back. I'm sorry… but he said he'll call if he finds out anything."
"Thank you, Dean." Oshea said, glancing at him briefly. Suddenly, a lean woman stepped from the bathroom into the hotel room. She was wearing a black shirt beneath an olive colored jacket and a pair of jeans. Her thick, brown hair reached down just passed her shoulders and her arms were crossed over her chest.
"Hello, boys…" She said with a bitter smirk.
"Ellen?" Sam and Dean both said at once.
Ellen gave a slow nod, moving further into the room and glancing briefly at Ella and Oshea before turning her attention back to the brothers. "In the flesh…"
"How are you alive, Ellen?" Dean asked.
Ellen's jaw tightened as her form flickered, "Well… maybe not exactly the flesh. I'm more… with you in spirit." She said lowly. Sam's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Ellen… what happened?"
"What happened?" She said, arching a brow. "What happened? What happened is that you let me die."
"Crap," Dean muttered. "Ellen… We came to the Roadhouse as fast as we could, it was too late."
"Well isn't that convenient? You get there in time to save everyone else… but you couldn't save me. Or Ash for that matter." She said, glaring at Dean. "I never even saw it coming. One minute I was going into work, the next…. Boom." She said, spreading out her hands to mimic the explosion. "And now, my daughter is out there somewhere alone. Because of you."
Dean looked down at the floor. "We're sorry, Ellen," He looked back up. "But we tried. I think I get the game now. You're trying to get even with us for letting you die."
"That's only fair, don't you agree, boy? An eye for an eye," She said with a bitter smirk as she strode up toward him and Sam. "I'm going to make you feel the same pain that Jo has had to feel… the pain of living without your family…" With that said, she shoved her hand into Sam's chest.
"SAM!" Both Ella and Dean said at the same time. "Get away from him!" Ella shouted, her eyes frantically searching the room for a weapon. Oshea's eyes widened and she reached for her gun, lifting it and aiming it, but she did not shoot for fear of hitting Sam.
Sam gasped, his eyes wide as blood gathered at his lips and started to spill down his chin. He coughed, choking on the blood. Ellen looked between the two of them and smirked as she shook her head, digging her arm deeper while Sam writhed on the bed. Oshea shivered as she felt something wet run down her face. She tilted her head back and gasped as she saw her brother standing over her on the bed behind her. She jerked up from the bed and aimed the gun at him as he stepped off the bed and started toward her.
"This is all your fault. You could have stopped this!"
Ella cursed under her breath and grabbed the keys to the Impala out of Dean's hands, running from the motel room and out to the car, Dean following close behind. They gathered various weapons out of the trunk as fast as they could and then ran back inside the room. "Hey, Ellen, sorry about this," Dean said a little sarcastically as he aimed the shotgun at her and fired rocksalt at her.
Ellen's form shuddered and vanished in a dark fog lined with glowing embers. Christopher vanished as Oshea tried to shoot him with rocksalt. He reappeared behind Ella, clawing at her midsection violently. Oshea gasped and cocked the weapon, firing again and hitting the boy in the center of the forehead. He burst into the dark fog and flames like Ellen and the room was quiet again except for the sound of Sam's labored breathing.
Dean rushed over to Sam. "Sammy, you okay?"
"Oh yeah, Dean…," Sam grunted, spitting out a bit of blood. "I just had a spirit who looked like Ellen rearrange my insides… but I'm just peachy." He said, putting a hand to the wound on his chest as he tried to sit himself up. Oshea moved over to Ella, taking the case off of one of the pillows on the bed and pressing it to her wound.
"We need to get out of here, they're going to be back…"