HYDE, SOUTH DAKOTA
Joel stepped into the old hotel room, moving to the beds where the Winchesters were sleeping. "Both of you get up!" He snapped loudly, moving to them and shoving the heel of his hand against their foreheads. Sam jerked as if he had been electrocuted and sat up quickly, scrambling backward toward the headboard of the bed with a sharp cry.
"Dude! What the hell?" Dean jumped back, glaring at Joel with an annoyed expression. "You guys can't even allow us a couple hours of sleep each night?"
"You do not deserve it," Joel hissed, leaning close to Dean's face. He pulled back and cross his arms over his chest. "I hope that you both are happy. How could you be so selfish?"
"Depends. What are you talking about?" Dean asked, arching a brow.
"How did you do it? Make a deal with some demon, hm? I'd say you managed to talk Castiel into it, but you almost killed him didn't you?" Joel hissed, his eyes glowing white with his anger.
Sam stared. "Joel... look, we have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oshea and Ella are back from the dead!" Joel said finally. "Don't tell me that you had nothing to do with this..."
Dean's eyes widened. "They're back? Don't screw around, Joel, are they really back?"
"Do you think I would lie about this?" He said, looking to Dean with narrowed eyes. He looked between the Winchesters and his expression softened. "You both really didn't know about this, did you...?"
Sam leapt off of the bed. "Where are they, Joel?"
"They're right outside, but you have to understand they have been through a great deal. You'll have to be gentle with them," Joel said with a little frown.
Dean nodded. "Six months in Hell.. yeah, I get the idea."
Joel had already stepped away, not paying attention to Dean as he opened the door. "Ella, Oshea..." Oshea slowly stepped into the room, still wearing a blank expression. None of this seemed real. She glanced up a little at Dean, her arms curled around herself.
Dean stood up suddenly from the bed, staring at Oshea. Ella stepped into the room after her sister, both of them covered in dirt and blood. Sam's eyes widened as he slowly moved toward her. "Ella...? You're bleeding..." He said quietly as he took her hands in his gently. "Come on... we can get you cleaned up..." He said, starting to lead her toward the bathroom. Oshea remained where she was, keeping her eyes down.
Dean watched as Sam and Ella left the room, and then turned his head back to Oshea, his eyes a little wide with disbelief. "Oshea..."
Oshea looked up at him slowly. Her clothes were smeared with dirt and blood was running down her hands. "H-hello, Dean...," she whispered weakly.
"It's... good to see you again... great, actually," He chuckled nervously, looking away for a moment. His expression became serious as he walked over to her, standing in front of her. "I missed you."
Oshea looked up at him, not knowing what to say. She hadn't missed Dean, not because she didn't love him, she did. She had been in Heaven, after all. She nodded quietly.
In the bathroom, Sam brushed a damp washcloth against Ella's hands. "Are you alright, Ells?"
Ella winced as the moisture made her injuries sting. They hadn't really hurt until now. Up until Joel had poofed them to the motel, she mostly felt numb, distant. Even in the motel room, back with Sam and Dean, she was just as distant; the numbness had worn off, replaced with a searing pain in her hands, and the pain from being torn away from her family again.
After realizing she had been staring over at the wall behind Sam for a few moments, saying nothing, she quickly shook her head. "Not really."
Sam watched her a moment and frowned. "I'm sorry, Ells. I didn't mean to hurt you." He looked back down at her hands. "How did this happen? To your hands I mean..." He wasn't sure what to say or how to help her. When Dean had gotten back from Hell, he had just bounced back, but then this was different. They had been in there longer than Dean had. And if four months here was forty years there... how many years was six months? Could they have really been down there sixty years?
"I woke up in a coffin... and we had to dig out of our graves," She replied quietly.
Sam looked up at her, shocked. "Oh... Ella... I'm... I'm so sorry." He lifted a hand and stroked her cheek gently, putting the rag into the sink. "Is there... anything I can do to help you?"
She cleared her throat and quickly changed the subject. "I should get cleaned up. Do you have any of my old clothes?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, of course, we kept everything." He stepped from the bathroom and walked silently through the hotel room. After a few moments, he came back inside, carrying the single suitcase that he and Dean had piled Oshea and Ella's things into. He started to carry it back to the bathroom, but Oshea stopped him.
"No… let me." She took the suitcase from him and quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door behind herself. Sighing, she leaned against it and sat down the suitcase. "Do you mind if I stay in here with you, Ella?" She whispered, sitting herself down on the lid of the toilet and pulling her knees to her chest.
"Go ahead," She said with a little nod as she sat down cross legged on the floor and started rummaging through the suitcase.
"What are we going to do, Ella?" Oshea murmured after a moment. "Should we... should we tell them? About being in heaven...?"
"Do they really need to know? It seems a little pointless... they'd feel guilty either way. If we were in Hell, they'd feel bad about that, and if they knew we were in Heaven, they'd feel bad we were ripped away from it," She sighed. "It's better we say nothing for now. Focus on what's happening right now, right? I'm sure the demons are getting down to the final seals, after how long we were gone... we've got work to do."