The Roosevelt Asylum – Part 5
Thank you for all your wonderful reviews on the last chapter. I tried to get this one written as soon as I could. I did change it up bit, but I hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: Descriptions of frightening supernatural beings, language.
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Sam kept Ellie right by his side as they walked down the dark hallways towards the exit. If Ellie deviated an inch too far or fell out of step with his, Sam automatically grabbed a hold of her arm or shoulder and pulled her to a closer distance within his reach as a precaution if any other spirits wanted to grab at her again. Ellie found it somewhat excessive and a tad bit annoying, but was wise enough not to comment allowing the man to do as he saw fit. Granted, she did get a bruised arm by the spirit, but that's all it was, a bruise, and Ellie was oddly, and perhaps foolishly, okay with it because in hindsight it got them some vital information they needed. Ellie couldn't help, but curiously wonder what was in room 137. What exactly were the ghosts trying to tell them? A burning itch was scratching at her curious mind innately wanting to investigate further, but Ellie knew she was going to have to pack that desire away in view of the fact she was going to be sitting in the Impala waiting, worrying, and fretting until Sam and Dean returned. Ellie loathed riding the bench and it often, troublingly, outweighed her fear of the danger, finding it far more difficult to be left waiting in fretful agony, ignorant to the safety of those she cared about, than facing the threats of the supernatural world.
No stranger to agony and devesting loss, Ellie could help, but fear for those she loved more than herself. Whether it was misguided bravery or youthful ignorance, Ellie, ultimately, saw herself as expendable and insignificant to others. Of course, she wanted to live, but learned sense of duty and sacrifice pushed her towards the damaging and harmful notion. And if those she cared about were to die, she would be left all alone in this frightening world and she just simply couldn't bear it. Perhaps her youthful mind did not rightly grasp such a damning concept, but her private feelings were there nonetheless and they held strong to her troubled heart.
She wondered if her uncle, Sam, or Dean ever understood just how hard it truly was to idly sit by while your family was in danger or if they even cared to think about it.
Once they reached the two mental doors of South Wing exit, Sam gabbed ahold of the large handle and tugged it, only to be utterly dismayed when the door didn't budge an inch. With his brows frowning stiffly, Sam gripped the handle with both of his large fists and pulled firmly tensing his strong muscles as the reality dawn on him quickly that a supernatural force was sealing the doors.
"The spirits don't want us to leave, do they?" Ellie commented gravely with a mindful frown as she cast her eyes up to the tall Hunter.
"No. It's something else." Sam countered, a weighty expression on his solemn features as his green eyes squinted in reflection having a grave feeling in the pit of his gut that there was something more sinister preventing them from leaving.
Suddenly, the ringing sound of Sam's cellphone cut through the silence snapping the man out of his private contemplation. Sam swiftly reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his cellphone pressing the answer button before eagerly placing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Sam, it's me. I see it. It's coming at me." Dean voice rang out on the other end urgently. The sound of static and electric buzzing weaved through Dean's voice in an odd and distorted manner.
"Where are you?" Sam pressed in earnest thinking of nothing else, but getting to his brother's location immediately, brushing off the unusual static sounds as nothing more than poor reception in the old building.
"I'm in the basement. Hurry." Dean distorted voice expressed promptly.
"I'm on my way." Sam assured swiftly feeling his body fill up with eager adrenaline as he ended the called and slipped his phone back in his front jean pocket.
"Alright, I want you to stay right here by this door while I go help Dean." Sam laid out in a composed, but gravely serious tone, his voice edged with urgency and resolve as his wide green eyes leveled a compelling and pointed gaze at her.
"No, wait. Please let me go with you. I can help." Ellie insisted her tone lining on desperate as her wide brown eyes implored Sam to allow her to be of use feeling a gave worry grow in her gut for Dean as he sounded like he was in immediate danger.
"No." Sam declared in an adamant and collected manner as he dipped his chin down slightly. "You stay here." He ordered his firm eyes holding a serious and unyielding edge showing her that this was no time to argue with him. He did not want to leave her on her own, but he had little choice in the matter if he wanted to aid his brother and keep Ellie out of the line of fire at the same time.
"Here's the sawed off." Sam leveled holding out the old 12-gauge pump action shotgun towards the teenager with the business end pointing upwards.
Ellie casted a worried frown of reluctance up at the Hunter as she pressed her lips tightly together in brief hesitation before willing herself to reach out and accept the weapon feeling her muscles weigh heavily against her as she wrapped her fist around the barrel just below Sam's grip.
"Shoot at any spirit that comes your way." Sam ordered in earnest and grave manner, his green eyes holding a serious firmness making Ellie lick her lips and visibly swallow feeling a weighted and jittery stress ramp up in her body.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." The Hunter reassured before abruptly turning and swiftly running down the hall and around the corner out of the teenager's sight.
Ellie sighed a heavy breath of courage and acceptance before turning her attention to the weighed sawed off in her hands. Ellie's knowledgeable eyes cast over the old altered Winchester model 12.
Nice gun. Ellie noted inwardly in satisfaction and approval. With skilled hands, Ellie grasped the treated walnut grip keeping the business end at an upwards angle as she gripped onto the grooved forearm firmly pumping a salt round into the chamber in preparation. The distinct loud clicking of the mechanism sliding along its track echoed sharply against the narrow walls of the vacant hallway. Ellie knew she had five shots and she hoped that was plenty as she had no desire to meet even one more of those frightening entities.
Feeling a grave anxiety tremble her nerves at being left alone, Ellie backpedaled her feet until her back came to rest on one of the sealed metal doors. Leaning against the thick sturdy door, Ellie held the 12 gauge at the ready firmly in her grip preparing to wait in distressed agony for the two Hunters to return keeping her watchful eyes directed down the dark hallway.
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It had only been a few minutes before a large shadow cast against the moonlight streams making Ellie's muscles jolt and tense in anticipation as she swiftly jerk her back off the metal door bring the shotgun up into a firing position. The young teenager aimed the twelve gauge down the hall towards the approaching shadow. Like Ellie was taught vigorously she breathed a steadying breath as she slid her pointer finger down curving it around the trigger preparing herself to fire.
It wasn't long until the shadowed figure rounded the corner into her sight. In a split-second Ellie's trigger finger stiffened at the ready beginning to press against the lever until her mind abruptly grasped the familiar outline of the man's muscular build and dark blonde crew cut.
Seeing the barrel of his shotgun pointed at him, on instinct, Dean jerked his shoulder back whirling his frame back around the corner out of the line of the aimed short-range gun.
"Woah, damn it!" Dean cursed through gritted teeth behind the wall feeling his heart shoot up into his throat at almost being shot.
Ellie's arms slackened and immediately turned the barrel of the gun to the side in a safe upwards angle feeling a shot of potent horror rush through her body at nearly shooting a salt round at Dean. Ellie's raised chest sighed out a heavy huff of exasperated relief as she turned her head to the side thinking it would have been nice for the man to announce himself.
Feeling her stiffened limbs slacken, Ellie turned her attention back to the corner where Dean had whirled himself behind.
"Dean?" Ellie called sheepishly, her brows dipping into an apologetic frown.
"Yeah." Dean answered loudly in a frustrated and rattled growl making Ellie scrunched up her face into a contrite grimace.
"Damn it." Dean reiterated to himself tightly still getting over the fact that he almost got pelted with rock salt. Dean jerk his stiffened body off the wall feeling his nerves tingle with irritation wondering why the hell Ellie was not in the Impala.
Dean peered his head around the corner swiftly in learned caution. Satisfied he wasn't going to get shot; Dean rounded his broad shoulders around the corner and began to walk steadily towards the armed teenager.
"What are you doing here?" Ellie asked automatically blinking her brown almond eyes up at the man from under her ballcap in confusion as she began to wonder why he was not in the basement like he said he was only a few minutes ago.
"I should be asking you that question, young lady." Dean countered in a deep reproachful tone making Ellie subconsciously straighten her back in defense as the Hunter approached her.
"Why aren't you in the Impala? Where the hell is Sam?" Dean pressed sternly wanting answers as he settled his boots in front of her.
"The doors are sealed shut. We can't get out." Ellie explained swiftly in earnest gesturing to the doors behind her wanting Dean to understand she wasn't disobeying him purposefully. "Sam went to the basement. You called him." Ellie informed feeling a slight perplexed annoyance tense her stressed muscles.
"I didn't call him." Dean refuted in worried bafflement.
"Yes, you did, I heard you on the phone." Ellie insisted in a gravely adamant tone knowing with absolute certainty she heard him on the phone only a few minutes ago. "You told him you were in the basement and to hurry." Ellie enlightened her brows dipping deep into a frustrated and confused frown. Either he had an outrageously piss poor memory or something was terribly wrong.
"Basement, huh?" Dean reiterated more to himself as began to get a bad feeling grow in the pit of his stomach because he sure as hell did not call his brother.
"Alright, watch yourself. I'll be back. You stay right here." Dean ordered swiftly in a collected manner before crouching down and rummaging through the duffle bag on the floor where Sam had left it.
"No, let me come with you. Please, I can help you." Ellie dared to press as she took a determined step towards Dean clutching the shotgun tightly in her grasp eager to assist in any way she could. Feeling her body heighten with a jittery impatience, Ellie's instincts flooded with a troubling worry for Sam.
"Too dangerous, kiddo. You stay here." He ordered swiftly in a firm no nonsense tone that indicated his command was final and not a request. Dean pulled Sam's nickel-plated Taurus out of the army green duffle bag and straightened his body into a standing position slipping the 9mm pistol into the inner bottom pocket of his trucker jacket.
Once his task was complete, Dean turned his attention towards the anxious teenager in front of him. Dean's sharp features took on a weighty expression as he leveled his stern hazel eyes at her dipping his cleft chin down slightly.
"Mind my order or when this is all over, you'll be on the wrong end damn good spanking. You understand me?" Dean urged in a firm, but collected manner keeping a serious and steady gaze on her as his keen hazel eyes glistened with fair warning.
Ellie couldn't help, but feel an anxious blossom of heat spread within her chest as she sucked in a short stream of air through her nose at his very direct threat. Innocently Ellie began to chew on her bottom lip as she bounced her leg up and down in a nervous manner expelling some jittery energy that was rapidly building up inside of her.
"Stay. Here." Dean emphasized, his voice deep and sharp convincing the young girl it was in her best interest to obey him and if staying out of the line of firing wasn't motive enough. He just gave her another which was not an idle threat.
Ellie blinked up at him finding herself become overwhelmed with the heightened worry that was expanding restlessly in her chest concerning Sam. What if something had got to him?
"Where's the 'yes, sir'?" Dean pressed sternly in a deep tone not accepting the silence.
"Yes, sir." Ellie recited automatically in a respectful and yielding tone despite the fierce hesitancy that was battling within her.
Feeling satisfied enough and with no more delay, Dean swiftly whirled his body around and began to march quickly down the hall and out of her sight. Ellie's dark brows dipped into a deep frown, her youthful features lined in a distressed grimace feeling a sharp disappointment crack and swell within her chest.
Despite the agony of being left to wait and worry, Ellie fought hard against her urges and instincts to follow the man and ensure he and Sam were going to be okay. Ellie tried to reassure herself that Sam and Dean were skilled and shrewd Hunters who knew what they were doing. Yet, despite attempting to comfort her anxious nerves, it was proving egregiously difficult for the scared teenager. The recalled pain of devastating loss planted deep roots of pessimism and mistrust in things turning out alright. The young teenager knew all too well that no matter how skilled, prepared, or experienced Hunters were, they were, ultimately, not invincible. Her parents were deemed remarkable Hunters, some would even go as far as saying they were prodigies within the Hunting world, but, in the end, even they ended up losing their lives.
The weight of stressful torment pressed harshly against her tense muscles making her pacing back and forth in frazzled agitation. As the minutes tick on painstakingly slow, her concerned mind whirled with 'what if's', setting off a chain of twinges to her anxious nerves making her overwhelmingly fidgety and impatient.
Ellie abruptly halted her pacing feet and turned her head to look down the dark hallway, her brows furrowing into a deeply troubled frown as her lips thinned out pressing into a tight line of hesitancy. With the shotgun hanging tightly in Ellie's grip by her right side, Ellie absentmindedly rapped her thumb against the side of her left thigh in a jittery and twitchy manner as she battled with herself about disobeying, thinking she just might just take the promised licking over the painful torture of waiting and wondering. No matter how much Ellie didn't want to admit it, there was a potent and healthy anxiety that flooded her body with a strong hesitancy at Dean's threat of punishment. Ellie learned first hand that the Hunter's heavy palm was nothing to brush aside as it absolutely sucked, but, in truth, lickings sucked a hell of a lot less than someone getting hurt or dying. What if they were in real trouble while she was standing there idly with her thumb up her ass? She helped them in Bloody Mary case, despite Dean not being particularly grateful, she did save them.
Just as Ellie leaned her body forward preparing to take a step towards the dark hall, feeling her muscles strain slightly with battled hesitancy, the loud ringing of her cellphone echoed against the narrow walls.
Ellie flinched slightly in startlement feeling a rush of heightened anticipation surge through her chest as her shaky hand reached into her slate brown jacket pocket and pulled out her light blue Nokia cellphone. Not bothering to look at the screen, Ellie swiftly pressed the answer button and moved the phone eagerly up to her ear.
"Hello?" Ellie beathed out anxiously.
"Ellie, come to the basement. We need you." Sam's distorted voice rang out urgently, which was breaking and altering against an electrical humming and static on his end.
"Okay, I'm coming." Ellie's eager voice assured swiftly without pause.
The young teenager removed the light blue cellphone from her ear pressing the end call button before quickly slipped it back into her jacket pocket. With her limbs trembling with anxious energy, Ellie crouched down by the army green duffle bag rummaging through the gear before finding the extra salt rounds and mindlessly shoving a few into her jacket pocket as a learned precaution. Then, without a second thought, Ellie stood up with the shotgun firmly grasped in her clammy hands, before racing down the dark hallways feeling her heart pump wildly in her chest as fear surged adrenaline through her veins. There was a pulsing of warning in the back of her mind urging her to pay attention to her gut feeling that signaled something about all this was amiss. However, Ellie ignored it feeling far too concerned for Sam and Dean's safety to heed to the innate cautions, naively pushing it aside as nothing more than her nerves trying to stop her. Her fretful mind had worked itself into a frazzled state making her blinded to anything, but Sam and Dean as she naively and foolishly overlooked her safety entirely.
Ellie remembered the basement door was on the far side of the West Wing, recalling the distinct hazardous sign painted on it, astutely decerning that it had to be where the boiler room was located thus concluded it had to be the basement.
The young girl gripped the large metal handle and pulled the heavy door open swiftly hearing the old hinges grind sharply in resistance sending an ominous creaking sound through her ears. Ellie gripped the shotgun in her clammy hands as she pointed it down the dark narrow pathway of the descending stairs, her eyes unable to capture anything below, but a foreboding blanket of total blackness. Ellie swallowed harshly feeling her body began to visibly shudder and shake as her jittery nerves became overwhelmed with a potent and alarming fear as everything within her being told her not to go down those old wooden steps. There was a dark heaviness and sinister energy that resided down those stairs, an innate feeling that Ellie could not rightly explain sunk deep into her bones locking her limbs into a petrified frozen state.
Yet, a frightened urgency to get to Sam and Dean pushed strongly against her fear knowing every moment she wasted could jeopardies their safety or even their survival. She'd be damned if they got hurt because she simply couldn't pull herself together to go down some stupid set of stairs. She'd never be able to live with herself. Forcing every ounce of courage she could rally up in her small young body, Ellie took a deep steadying breath through her nose compelling her shaking limbs to compose enough to stop trembling so she could aim properly and focus clearly knowing she would be useless in this state of panic. With her muscles straining with forceful reluctance, Ellie readjusted the shotgun within her clammy grip pointing it at the ready as she found herself bravely descend the narrow rickety wooden stairs that creaked unnervingly with every step she took down into the bleak darkness of the dank and tormented basement. The thought of Sam and Dean pushed her to find her fortitude and just do what, she believed, she had to do. They promised to protect her and keep her safe and it seemed only fitting that she try and do the same.
Please let them be okay.
Once Ellie reached the bottom, the terrified teen pointed her shotgun to the left and then the right covering her flanks proficiently before pointing the barrel straight ahead. The small basement windows provided dismal beams of hazy moonlight across the dank eerie space that had Ellie's eyes straining to capture the minimal light. Ellie's sharp ears honed in on the faint sound of muffled voices that could be heard on the far end of the large basement. Allowing herself a small elation of relief, noting their voices sounded composed, Ellie picked up her heavy legs and began in that direction. However, a small sudden swoosh of icy air that wafted behind her neck had the young teenager freeze dead in her tracks, a wave of dread pressing into her gut as she slowly turned her stiff neck to glance behind her. Just as the teenager did, before she could even blink, she was instantly met with the grasp of two intensely frigid palms that pressed onto the sides of her head covering her ears. The splayed icy fingers pressed with fierce intensity into her skull while the frigid thumbs embedded against her cheek bones painfully. The severe coldness of the man's inhuman skin burned her nerve endings like they had been dipped in liquid nitrogen. Before Ellie could even take in the man's pale and battered face, a searing and terrible pain jolted and surged through every inch of her body brutally piercing her nerves endings and shocking her system into a state of alarm. Ellie muscles tensed rigidly making her stiffen like a board as she felt her limbs convulse uncontrollably. The poor young girl mouth gapped as she tried to gasp at the air to scream, but the shock of the intense pain seemed to lock her jaw muscles and clog her throat preventing her from vocalizing her suffering or calling for help.
A faint and unsettling calm voice muffled condescendingly in the back of mind. "Don't be afraid, I'm going to make you all better."
The dim razes of moonlight that held across her wide torture ridden eyes suddenly went dark and Ellie's limbs collapsed on her without warning as she was released against the cold cement floor.
In a daze, Ellie blinked her brown eyes open before abruptly widening them as she jerked her body up into a sitting position. With the memory of the intense pain she had experienced from the frightening entity, Ellie frantically whipped her head around before spotting the twelve gauge on the ground next to her and quickly snatched it up. Ellie scrambled to her feet, shotgun securely in her grasp, her body jerking around anxiously as she aimed the gun in all directions in mindless panicky fear of what she had endured. Suddenly, a sharp painful pressure imbedded into the sides of her temples halted her frantic movements instantly. Ellie winced hissing through her gritted teeth as her face muscles tensed into a pained grimace, her eyes squinted unable to ignore the tense pressure that felt like a clamp was tightening sharply against her temples emanating a throbbing headache causing her to become slightly dizzy and woozy. Ellie let out a gasping and strained moan as she let her hand slide off the forearm of the 12-gauge and let it dangle at her side as she reached up to brush one of her aching temples with the tips of her fingers.
The faint sound of Sam and Dean's muffled voices began to echoed in her ears once again making Ellie tilt her grimacing face towards the opposite end of the basement. That was when a sudden and unexplainable potent flame of raw anger began to flicker dangerously in her chest heating her nerves at a shockingly violent and intense rate causing the sharp headache she was experiencing to dissipate and fade away like it wasn't even there to begin with. A hardness darkened Ellie's youthful brown eyes as she stared rigidly down the dark path towards the brothers' voices, suddenly, becoming completely unconcerned about the dangerous encounter she experienced, letting it flee to the back of her mind until it left her entirely. Ellie felt her grip tighten around the walnut handle of the shotgun that dangled idly at her side while her other hand formed into a tight constricting fist as the flame inside her chest sparked and sputtered making her tense limbs begin to shake in an unhinged boiling rage.
The young teenager's jaw set rigidly and an unfitting and menacing scowl began to slowly form on the girl's young and feminine face as she dipped her chin down and glared harshly under her ballcap towards faint voices of Sam and Dean. With her muscles strained with fierce tension, Ellie set her feet into motion marching weighted steps down the dark hall thinking of nothing else, but giving Sam and Dean a piece of her mind as all of the beef she had with the brothers began to consume her mind growing to an outrageous and overwhelming extent.
The fury that was forced upon her coursed through her heated veins beginning feed and grow the flame that was dancing in her chest with every step she took blocking every other emotion at a remarkable rate until all that was left in the young teenager was raw irrational rage.
By the time she reached the old storage room where Sam and Dean were and their familiar voices became more distinct and recognizable, the fire in her chest had blazed into a raging inferno searing off any rational thought or redeeming emotion in the young teenager's body leaving her just as Ellicott's deranged spirit desired – a mindless angry tool for his sick and personal gain.
"You hear that?" Dean asked his sharp ears honing in on a wisping sound of rushing air. The man squatted down as he hovered a hand over the small gapping crack under the baseboard of the inner wall of the small storage room feeling a waft of cold air hit his palm.
"There's a door here." Dean observed certain he had just found Ellicott's hidden procedure room.
With his brows lined stiffly in interest, Sam immediately treaded over to stand by Dean's side to investigate. Their broad backs were facing the door of the storage room completely unaware that the young teenager's presence stood rigidly at the threshold.
"Sam. Dean." Ellie expressed tightly in an unsettlingly cold tone feeling her jaw ache with strained tension as she gritted her teeth making the two Winchesters swiftly turn their heads towards the unexpected voice, a look of utter bafflement crossed over their features.
"Step away from the door." Ellie demanded as she raised the pump action twelve gauge at them in a threatening manner, Ellicott's tampering heightening and intensifying the young girl's rage at their discovery of his concealed room getting dangerously close to his decaying body within. Hostile coldness hardened her almond brown eyes leaving no trace of the innocent glimmer within the thirteen-year-old.
Sam slowly and cautiously turned his body fully around to face the armed teenager directly while Dean gradually rose to a standing position to do the same, troubled shock still gripping onto their paled features.
A warm trickle of fresh blood dripped out of her nose and down onto her upper lip. Ellie automatically reached up and swiped her brown jacket sleave under her nose leaving a slight smear of blood behind. The sudden and uncanny nosebleed gave both Sam and Dean a good indication that something was, undoubtably and dreadfully wrong with Ellie, sending a heaviness of apprehension pressing down into their guts.
"Ellie, put down the gun." Dean advised calmly in a careful and collected tone, a slight edge of unease in his tone as he lifted his palm up in a cautious gesture, still absorbing that the thirteen-year-old girl had a shotgun pointed at them.
"Or what?" Ellie snapped in an aggressive manner the elements of her boiling rage coming out of her voice. "You gonna give me 'a damn good spanking'?" Ellie baited using his own words from earlier in a mocking tone of belligerence knowing full well he couldn't do a damn thing while a shotgun was being pointed at his chest.
"I'm tempted." Dean admitted bluntly, a small bite of annoyance in his flat tone, as being threatened to be shot was not earning her any points in his favor. Although, his baritone voice was cocky, there was a hidden edge of wariness that came with being threatened with a load weapon.
Ellie's arm visibly shook with provoked anger as her finger twitched dangerously next to the trigger feeling the fiery wrath spread and blossom in her chest. Perhaps he didn't think that one through and shouldn't have risked aggravating the clearly riled girl further, as getting pelted with rock salt was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. It was something he was not eager to experience, although it beat the alternative of real shot pellets that could kill them. However, still, being threatened by thirteen-year-old little girl with his own weapon did not bring out the admirable and good humor qualities in him.
"Ellie." Sam expressed carefully in a calm and collected manner, his green eye wide with commendable understanding. "Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?" Sam pressed evenly attempting to bring Ellie back to an awareness that she had been tampered with somehow.
"Shut your damn mouth, you hypocrite." Ellie spat nastily shifting the shotgun barrel so it was pointed directly at his chest making Sam straighten his posture and shift slightly on his feet feeling great uneasy at the testy girl's temper that was downright fierce and shockingly spiteful.
What had Ellicott done to her? The information Dean obtained in room 137 about the experimental rage therapy Dr. Ellicott was using and how it backfired and forced the patients into raving fits of wrath gave Sam a good indication that Ellie somehow was experiencing the excessive element of that 'therapy', but, unfortunately, at a dangerous supernatural level.
"What are you gonna do, Ellie? The guns filled with rock salt. It's not going to kill us." Dean informed brashly attempting to convince Ellie that if her intention was to kill them, she was shit out of luck.
Sam swiftly turned his head to give his brother a look of weighted warning. He was clearly not seeing the gravity of the situation as Ellie seemed completely overcome and detached from herself that was far beyond reasoning, but, unfortunately, Sam never got the chance. Dean's smug tone was all the excuse Ellie needed.
Without even a moment of hesitation, Ellie shifted the gun over to Dean taking aim before squeezing the trigger eagerly sending a round dead center into the man's chest causing the six-foot Hunter to fly back violently by the sheer force of blast. The man's back crashed against the camouflaged door as he busted through the thin wood sending him several feet into Ellicott's hidden procedure room leaving only splintered remnants of the door around the frame.
Sam mouth gaped as his green eyes flashed with appalled astonishment completely taken back by Ellie's action, not expecting her to pull the trigger so lightly like they were merely target practice to her. It was then that Sam concluded Ellie's mind was completely manipulated and far beyond reasoning or reconciliation. Buring Ellicott's bones was the only way to stop Ellie's rampage and bring this all to an end.
Wisely sensing with dread that he was next on Ellie's hit list, Sam immediately put his hands up in a yielding pose as if to wordlessly advise her to calm down as he took a cautious and slow step to side a lining his back with the busted door preparing to back his way through the opening to aid his brother. Sam's lips parted, compelling words of appease on the tip of his tongue, but, regrettably, Ellie had no interest in what he had to say. Without pause or reconsideration, Ellie pumped the forearm briskly sending another salt round into the camber before aiming the barrel at Sam's chest and squeezing the trigger shooting the round into him without remorse.
Sam grunted loudly as his large physique flew back through the gaping hole of the door. All of his large six-foot four frame and two hundred and twenty pounds of rigid muscle came crashing down on top of his older brother. His broad muscular back slamming into Dean's sore pelted chest. Dean's hazel eyes bugged out of their sockets as he grunted out a wheezing breath and moaned in utter torment as the wind was knocked out of him for a second time.
Sam moaned and sputtered out a choaking cough as he stiffly rolled off his brother onto his hands and knees feeling his limbs shake a bit from the straining shock of pain that blasted into his broad chest causing his lungs to cave in heavily.
"Son of a bitch." Dean growled strainingly through gritted teeth feeling the biting sting of the salt pellets speckle his chest into a concentrated bruising ache that smarted horribly.
"Nope." Ellie agreed in a mocking arrogant tone completely aware that it would not kill them. "But I bet it hurts like hell." Ellie confirmed in a nasty sneering manner, her cold brown eyes glinting with smug satisfaction at witnessing them wince and grunt in pain on the floor.
There was nothing, but unchecked and irrational rage left in Ellie as all her other emotions were blocked off completely from her mind making her feel nothing, but the fury Ellicott had seared into her brain. Ellie marched through busted door in a haughty swagger pumping another salt round into the camber briskly before coming to standing over the man who she had mercilessly shot on the floor. Taking a scornful liking at the different view she had acquired; she pointed the shotgun down at them in a menacing manner.
"Ellie, we gotta burn Ellicott's bones. Then you'll be back to normal." Dean strained out still attempting to reason with her, hoping to reach some part of her that wanted to free herself from Ellicott's tampering.
"Normal? This is normal. I just got a shotgun in my hands now, and guess what? You're gonna listen to every goddamn thing I have to say." Ellie declared haughtily, a scornful sneer tugging at the side of her lip arrogantly. "Or I'm gonna put another round in your chests." Ellie threatened, evilly hoping they would provoke her into to doing it again as it fed the rage Ellicott invoked giving her some misguided pleasure. She still had three rounds left and several more in her pocket, more than enough to maim the Hunters who were far too close to Ellicott's body.
"Okay, okay. We're listening, Ellie. We're listening." Sam insisted, his tone taking on an eagerness to tactfully comply as he put his palms out in front of him a surrendering pose attempting to calm the girl's antagonized temper and show her that there was no need to shoot them again.
Sam was mindfully aware that if she was provoked into shooting them again, not only would it be severely painful to their already bruised bodies, but it could render them out of commission and impair them to a point of not being able to burn Ellicott's bones and restore Ellie back to her normal state, which he astutely concluded, was just what Ellicott wanted. The deranged and desperate spirit of Ellicott was fighting fiercely for survival amplifying Ellie's anger to an insane degree.
Ellie let out unpleasant and contemptuous chuckle, not at all like the innocent laugh of the little girl they heard this afternoon, but of one who was cold, bitter, and absolutely livid. "Sucks being threatened and told what to do, doesn't it?" Ellie heckled snidely driving her words out forcefully from her bitter lips feeling the flames of the rage within her sear her heated nerves. Her hard stoney brown eyes cast from Sam over to Dean who was scowling at her deeply as he propped himself onto his palms behind himself into a seated position ensuring to keep every ounce of the biting pain that was consuming his chest off of his face giving her a hard stoic glare, his steel hazel eyes never deviated from her's for a moment.
"What? You don't like being bullied and put in your place?" Ellie mocked hatefully as she flung her arms to the side leaning forward slightly in a haughty and taunting manner, the handle of her shotgun still gripped firmly in her right fist. Now that the tables were turned, Ellie vindictively wanted them to see just how frustrating and belittling it was to be towered over and bossed around.
"You think you both deserve to know my business just because your 'adults'?" Ellie questioned dipping her head to the side, her eyes squinting with mocking disdain and disgust. "Well, let me let you in on a little something - you fucking don't." Ellie spat arrogantly lifting her chin up slightly in a smug dominance feeling her fiery wrath feed her words, adding the 'fucking' in there for emphasis and good measure knowing it would tick them off as they expressed their disgust for swearing in the past. Surrounded by Hunters her entire life, that word was used relentlessly, coming out of rough Hunter's mouths in their everyday jargon numbing her towards the crudeness of it. However, that didn't mean she didn't know full well that it was offensive and wrong for a thirteen-year-old girl to say, but with all of her rationality and redeeming emotions on lockdown and nowhere to be found, it didn't bother her in the least to express it.
"You don't know jack shit about me and my problems and you ain't gonna, cause believe it or not, I don't have to tell you a damn thing about my business. So, you both can just shut your traps about it and get your damn noses out of things that don't concern you." Ellie expressed belligerently leaving her body forward in an aggressive manner, her dark brows furrowing in a scornful scowl down at the two Hunters.
"And you think you have a right to spank me for just speaking my mind and telling the truth? Well, you don't! I'm thirteen freaking years old and you ain't my uncle. I can say whatever I damn well please, whenever I please and that's just something you'll just have to get over it. I am going to stand up for myself. You think it's disrespectful? You don't like it? Well tough shit! I have the right to say it. Just like I have a right to look for my uncle without you both up my ass about it." Ellie accused with harsh resentful spite as the fire pulsed and spread within her chest searing off any guilt, remorse, or rational understanding of the consequences of her hurtful and provoking words would have on the two Hunters.
She knew the things she was saying was baiting and extremely disrespectful, but the truth was, she simply did not care as she was completely blinded by her heightened fury, that was forced fiercely upon her by Ellicott's spirit. She was raving mindlessly and carelessly about everything and anything that was bothering her concerning the two brothers being used as a tool that was ultimately keeping the men away from Ellicott's body.
"By the way, Dean, you should probably go to some doctor to get that stick out of your ass." Ellie mocked rudely in reference to his tense and testy mood as of late which was highly unfair of her to criticize since she clearly had a stick of her own. However, Ellie was too far gone within her wrath to be able to see it. And that lovely little saying she had cataloged away was a direct quote from one of her uncle's rougher acquaintances.
The side of Ellie's lip twisted up into contemptuous and nasty sneer that looked horribly unfitting on the girl's young and pretty face.
Dean's eyebrows raised up to his forehead as he blinked his wide hazel eyes critically in baffled disbelief utterly and disgustedly God-smacked by her raving tirade and damning choice of words towards them. Dean turned his head slightly towards his brother exchanging a brief, but weighty look of disgusted disbelief wordlessly expressing the urgent need to put a stop to this shit show.
Not only because it was vital for everyone's sake, but also because Dean wasn't sure how much more he could stoically take of her disgusting and rageful display that was, essentially, an explosive adolescent temper tantrum. Tampered with or not, it was highly loathsome on a damn personal level to the Hunter and Dean was having trouble stomaching the disrespectful shit he was being forced to listen to.
She was damn near shocking them with her vulgar language and Dean wondered where the hell she even learned to talk like that, but then he remembered she was a Hunter's kid, surrounded by rough characters whose language often matched the harsh and rough life they lived which was, at its essence, was not pretty. However, although Dean understood where she heard it from, it did not mean it was acceptable coming out of a thirteen-year old's mouth who hadn't even conquered puberty yet. He was counting her damn lucky she had the good sense not express any of this foul language and insults that she, apparently, had stored away in her innocent little mind while unpossessed because he was certain she be sporting an ass as red as maraschino cherry and getting to know the lovely taste of cheap motel soap.
"And you are the biggest damn hypocrite I have ever met, who should follow his own advice and listen to his daddy's orders instead of telling me what to do." Ellie accused Sam bitterly feeling her teeth grit at the double standard she was being fed lately.
The only indication that Ellie's words had an effect on the tall man was the subtle flash of censure that glistened behind his green irises, while rest of Sam's features remained unmoved by her words commendably controlled and reserved, not taking the bait she giving him.
"Oh, and Dean." Ellie expressed turning her attention back to eldest Winchester before sticking out her tongue straight at him, not in a naughty defiant way like before, but a personal 'fuck you' to the man.
"Can't do anything about that now, can you, sir?" Ellie asked with a smug sneer lifting the twelve gauge up by its walnut grip high in the air giving the weapon a small shake as if to say she had the power now and Dean would not be able to dish out his promise of spanking her for the rude gesture.
"Come at me. I dare you. It'll make my day." Ellie baited nastily attempting to provoke Dean into trying her so she could get the opportunity to pull the trigger a second time.
That got under Dean's skin far more harshly than he cared to admit seeping down deep into his nerves invoking a spark of sharp and intense aggravation. If her goal was to piss him off, she was triumphantly succeeding and he felt his palm itch with an eagerness to give her disrespect backside more than a few good cracks for that one. Despite knowing she was not in control of her heightened rageful state, it didn't mean that it did not piss him off to be forced to stomach the girl's disrespectful lip that he was sure stemmed from a real place of defiance as her words were specific and personal, well in accordance to her true grievances towards them. Ellicott only enhanced her rage; he did not create it and that knowledge, in turn, bothered Dean to a great extent.
Dean gave her a sneering and smug smirk, his lip tugging at the side of his mouth as he snorted out a short mocking and airy scoff. His hazel eyes holding onto a taunting arrogant look that all, but expressed to her, the control she thought she had over them was, in reality, just a temporary illusion. Showing her, she did not possess the power she thought she did and her baiting fiery words towards them were, ultimately, useless and ineffective.
"Is that right?" Dean provoked purposefully effectively gaining her undivided attention as her eyes were blinded to Sam who stealthily inched his way to the side. "Think just cause you got a shotgun in your hand that'll change the fact you just barely hit puberty, little girl." Dean mocked deliberately poking at the sore spot she so openly and carelessly exhibited attempting to keep her full concentration locked on him and bring light to the fact that she was just child.
"You think you got all the answers, Ellie? In all your thirteen years of wisdom you think you got the right to stand up like an adult and face us like you're some badass who can take care of herself. It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than this little temper tantrum to convince me you're ready to take a piss on your own, let alone become a Hunter. And it sure as hell ain't gonna stop me from spanking your ass when you deserve it. You think you can disrespect me and do as you please without consequences? You're in for one serious reality check, kiddo. You so full of piss and vinegar cause I treat you like the kid you are?" Dean reproached sternly, his deep baritone voice hard and unyielding.
Although, he was decisively antagonizing the teenager, his firm words were honest and derived from a real place of aggravation and reproach towards her personal gripes finding them not only egregiously arrogant and misplaced, not mention delusional, but personally disrespectful. And he was only all too eager to give the wayward teenager a swift reality check and knock her off of that arrogant high horse.
"Well, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you are a kid with a hell of lot of growing up to do and no amount of ghost rage is gonna change that." The Hunter declared smugly painting it out plain and simple for the teenager to stew it the reality. His hazel eyes narrowing just a touch as he pinned her with stern look that all, but told her she did even have a horse in the race.
Anger raved through her body as the flames of the enhanced rage became severely aggravated making Ellie's tense limbs begin to shake in riled response. Ellie began to part her lips with an unsavory retort on the tip of her tongue as she lifted the shotgun up ready to take aim once again, but before she could level it up into a firing position, she felt a strong large hand enclose around her forearm roughly jerking her grip off the grooved forestock. A surprised gasp surge from the young girl's throat, her muscles tensing and jolting in startlement as she turned to look at Sam who had shot up from his seated position on the floor in mere seconds taking her completely off guard.
With his hand firmly clamped around her forearm, making her splay her fingers out stiffly, Sam reached out and snatched the barrel of the sawed off with his other hand jerking it upwards pointed safely away from his brother. The man roughly ripped the shotgun from Ellie's grip on the treated walnut handle before swiftly chucking it to the floor away from the girl's twitchy and eager finger. Then, within the span of a few seconds, Sam shifted his body behind her twisting her arm and pressing it firmly against her lower back in a secure manner. Ellie flailed and struggled as she attempted to jerk out of his hold, but the six-foot four Hunter was considerably stronger than the young petite thirteen-year-old and her efforts to get free were utterly useless. Sam simply snatched her flailing free wrist from behind and pinned it securely above the other leaving her completely trapped in his tight hold setting off a monstrous spark of unchecked fury sending the girl into a mindless raving fit.
"LET ME GO!" Ellie bellowed viciously, her high-pitched vocals hitting against the enclosing walls of the hidden procedure room and cutting into both Sam and Dean's ears sharply. Sam scrunched up his face into a wince at the sheer volume of the screech that emanated from the young girl, that he swore could compete with a banshee.
Losing control and being snared in Sam's unyielding grip triggered the fire within Ellie's chest to blaze fiercely searing her nerves with a white-hot ferocity that burned through her entire body like a raging inferno. Ellie began to twist and thrash her body wildly into a full-blown frenzied fit going absolutely ballistic. Ellie heaved her body forward with all her might before violently ramming her body back into the man's stiff frame making him grunt, but, ultimately, didn't faze the strong man.
Ellie screamed and grunted madly in intense frustration as she mindlessly kicked and flailed her legs frantically leaning her weight her back against the man as she attempted to free herself from his tight hold. However, all that did was make the teenager lose her balance from the hysterical kicking. The heels of her boots skidded against the concrete floor wildly as she desperately attempted to gain traction, but it was all in vain, as Sam took a few steps back aiding in her failure. With Sam's help, soon Ellie's bottom connected with the cold floor and, with her arms still pinned securely to her lower back, the strong Hunter immediately wrestled Ellie onto her stomach skillfully which invoked a furious and dramatic growl from the young girl's lips. With her arms still locked in Sam's tight hold against the small of her back, the man maneuvered his shin to rest the backs of Ellie's hamstrings while leaning his weight down onto her effectively stopping her wild thrashing preventing her from hurting him or herself.
"Ellie, calm down." Sam commanded forcefully, his vocals coming deep within his chest. Although he knew Ellie's flared up rageful fit was all Ellicott's doing, it nevertheless shocked the man to see her in such a maddening state troubling his heart on a personal level. He knew Ellicott exploited her own anger to an excessive rate, but, like Dean, he knew that had to have originated within her and he just wondered just how much angry the young girl had stored up in herself to get Ellicott to be drawn to her specifically pondering if it was due to some tendency it sensed in her or if it was simply because she was a young and vulnerable target he could easily manipulate for his use. He didn't rightly know, all the man could do was speculate, but learned experience told the shrewd man that powerful and intelligent entities like Ellicott did not often choose their targets on mere coincidence. He did not want to make any quick judgements, but it twitched at his worry nonetheless.
"Get the fuck off me! Get off!" Ellie bellowed, seething with venom as she lifted her cheek off the cold damp floor straining her neck muscles to the limit attempting to wiggle her body out of his hold, but all she managed to do was shake her shoulders stiffly and pound the tips of her boots into the concrete with scathing vigor as the rest of her small frame was restrained under the strong man's weight unable to move even a millimeter out of his strong clutches.
"Dean, hurry up!" Sam's booming deep voice urged ignoring Ellie's continued fit of rage as he stared eagerly at the multiple dirty and tattered curtain dividers that hung down on tracks from the ceiling unable to see Dean who was taking on the task of finding and burning Ellicott's bones.
Then, suddenly, Ellie felt the fire in her chest extinguish like a wet heavy blanket was thrown over it causing it to fade and calm at a shocking rate, almost instantaneously, allowing her redeeming emotions to reemerge and fade back into her conscience as she was brought back to her normal self. Ellie's body stilled in grave confusion utterly baffled as to why she did what she did. With her head lifted slightly off the concrete floor straining her neck muscles tensely, Ellie's rounded brown eyes darted back and forth as she slowly absorbed what had happened.
Dean emerged from around the corner of the dirty plastic privacy curtains, his chest rising and falling in heavy labored breaths feeling his head throb and spit into a pulsing headache from Ellicott generating electric shockwaves into him when he went to torch the son of a bitch. Luckily, Dean managed by the skin of his teeth to throw his lighter on his freshly salted rotting corpse before the deranged spirit had a chance to finish fucking with his brain. Dean crinkled his nose slightly as he could still taste the putrid smell of the decaying flesh that lingered in the back of his nasal passages.
"You still feel like shooting us, kiddo?" Dean asked breathing heavily as he looked down at Ellie's small frame that still laid face down on the concrete floor wanting to confirm she was back to normal. Sam, who had not released his tight hold on her, turned his attention down to look at the teen waiting for a reply. Although she had visible relaxed and was no longer fighting him tooth and nail and her demeaner had noticeably calmed, he still wanted to be certain.
"N-No, sir." Ellie assured in meek and somewhat embarrassed tone still trying to absorb what happened to make her go ape shit crazy. It was like she had no control over her anger, her mouth, or her actions, like the angry ugly version of herself was released which Ellie just as soon forget as she did not paint a pretty sight to say the least. How could she be so horrible? Ellie's rounded brown eyes flashed with dread as she recalled the nasty little tidbit where she told the six-foot Hunter to go see a doctor about the stick up his ass. Feeling her throat become annoyingly dry all of sudden, Ellie visibly gulped down a wad of saliva as she was beginning to feel the effects of her disrespectful words.
And she shot them! She freaking shot them! Despite having no control over the supernatural force that drove her anger, she couldn't help, but blame herself and feel absolutely terrible over her actions. Ellie had a sudden urge to knock her head into the concrete floor a couple times at the bat shit crazy performance she displayed for them. It was like she was one tantrum away from the looney bin. It was embarrassing, detrimental and incriminating to say the least and she just wanted to go hide under a rock and not come out for at least a year. Ellie couldn't help, but wonder why Ellicott attacked her specifically when Sam and Dean were down there before her. Why was she bestowed the honor of getting fucked up? What made her so special? Was it because she was seen as weak and easy target, a kid? Or was he just that attracted to the anger in her? That last thought made her feel sick to her stomach.
"Good, cause that would be awkward." Dean expressed feeling his tense muscles slacken as his shoulders hunched forward in relief that this was finally all over.
Ellie lowered her head back down to the floor placing her cheek back onto the cold damp concrete letting out a whiny moan partly because her temples were splitting into a dreadful headache, but mostly in dismay at the shit show that had occurred all because of her. If she didn't give them more reason to hate her.
TBC
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