The Phone Call

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Also, just a heads up: This is not a snap-shot story and is not as fast paced as my other stories. I apologize if it's too slow for some of you, but I hope you stick with it all the same - I'm just jumping on the Supernatural train and enjoying the ride and I hope you do as well. I like realism so there will be detailed descriptions of emotions and actions along with the dialogue. Expect some fluff at times and specific episodes from Season 1. And, of course, expect spanking/corporal punishment as it is a strong theme in all my stories.

This chapter turned out to be far too long, so I had to split it up into two parts. I apologize for that; my brain just wouldn't shut up, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. It sets up for some things that will be important down the line.

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Ellie sat with her back against the stiff wooden head bord, her body slumped down in sluggish manner with her ball cap sitting low on her forehead casting a shadow over her face in the dim light of the motel room. Her eyes looked lazily upon the old TV set that sat across from the bed, the volume too low to really hear anything and the fuzzy reception made it unpleasant to look at. Ellie sighed as she was flat-out bored to tears, her eyes casting over to Sam on the other bed next to her, regarding the Hunter under the brim of her hat carefully before turning her attention back to the fuzzy screen. She didn't dare complain. She made the mistake of making her boredom known one to many times this past week until she found herself cleaning weapons, reading one hell of a dull lore book which Sam even proceeded to ask her questions about, and going on overly paced five-mile run.

They had been cramped in the motel room together for almost a week while Sam and Dean searched for new cases or any leads on their dad's whereabouts and much to Ellie's dismay, they hadn't found a single lead that was worthy enough for even an investigation. Ellie sighed again feeling her chest rise and fall in a short huff before restlessly flinging her body forward plopping onto her stomach feeling the stiff mattress springs press rigidly under her weight.

Ellie's sudden movements had Sam cast his attention away from the local newspaper he was reading towards the young teenager on the bed next to his. The girl fidgeted as she adjusted onto her stomach propping herself onto her elbows and resting her chin onto the base of her palms. Her two brown braids that hung a little bit past her shoulders swayed slightly at her movements under her navy ball cap that Sam noticed the teenager rarely seemed to take off, even indoors. He found himself every now and then having to flick the brim of her ball cap up just to see the girls face when he was talking to her. He didn't really understand the odd fondness she had for it, but often surmised she purposefully used it to hide under when she was feeling uncomfortable or insecure.

Ellie absentmindedly fluttered her legs up and down in a restless manner, the fraying cuffs of her loosely fitted Levi jeans sliding down her calves slightly at her fidgety movements. The light blue and brown plaid button up Sam had lent her, due to the dampness and chillness of the motel room, hung over her loosely seeming to swallow her small petite frame contrasting greatly with the dark maroon comforter underneath.

Unable to suppress a groan, Ellie dipped her head down in defeat before pushing her palms against the mattress and bouncing herself up into a seated position on the edge of the bed across from where Sam sat. Ellie tilted her head back to look at him from under the shade of her ball cap.

"Can I go for a walk?" Ellie asked dully unable to keep the moan out of her voice feeling the pressing need to get out of the motel room to just simply breath some fresh air. One can only watch so many fuzzy and muted pictures of Scooby Doo reruns until a girl goes crazy.

Sam sat on the edge of the foot of the mattress; his legs spread apart slightly with his bare forearms resting on his denim covered knees holding the folded newspaper loosely within his grip. Sam sighed out a heavy breath through his nostrils feeling a slight ping of bother as he got a nice view of the brim of her ball cap. Her eyes were shadowed over along with most of her face with just the round of her chin visible to the warm light as her hat sat excessively low on her forehead just barely above her eyebrows.

Sam twisted his torso and leaned to his side towards Ellie before reaching a long arm out and, with firm fingers, flicked the underbrim of her ball cap upwards making the hat shift higher on her forehead. The soft warm light of the lamp that sat on the center nightstand cast over her delicate features exposing her face and eyes to the Hunter.

Ellie stifled an eyeroll as she cut her eyes briskly away from the man feeling a slight twinge of annoyance at his insistence on seeing her face all the time. It's not like it was necessary to answer her questions, but she was coming to find out the man valued direct respect and basic codes of conduct which, apparently, included seeing one's face when you spoke. She settled her chocolate brown eyes back on the man feeling her lips purse to the side slightly in an awkward manner. It was only when as his hazel eyes locked onto her's did the man finally humor her with a response.

"No." Sam replied calmly and directly before settling his forearms back on his thighs to look back at the newspaper in his hand apparently thinking that 'no' was a sufficient enough response making Ellie shoulders slump in exasperation. All that just to tell her 'no'?

"Why not?" Ellie pushed back unable to keep the whine of disappointment out of her voice. Despite knowing it was a long shot to say the least, it didn't make it any less disappointing to have her hope of gaining the opportunity just to get out of the stuffy motel room crushed. Not to mention the Winchester brothers could be quite overbearing on her at times. Ever since she had recklessly taken off on them, they had been keeping close tabs on just about everything she did.

While she ultimately understood that they were just trying to keep her safe and ensure she wasn't going to run off again, it was overwhelming to the young teen to be constantly monitored and kept in check. It has been a little more than two weeks since the incident, but the brothers seemed determined to ensure she would still be feeling the effects of that poor decision long afterward and it was, honestly, driving Ellie up a wall. Despite her being no stranger to overprotective and strict adults, compliments to her uncle and most Hunters, it didn't make it any less difficult for the teenager and her independent spirit to deal with and accept, especially to these men who she barely knew.

"Because it's 9:30 at night and you're not going out walking alone in the dark." Sam explained bluntly in a collected manner not bothering to look up from the newspaper as his eyes scanned over the article of interest.

Ellie sighed out a dramatic huff blowing up a strand of lose hair that hung off the side of her cheek before turning her head to the side feeling a bite of annoyance.

Sam turned his head to the side his long wispy bangs brushing the tips of his eyelashes slightly as he regarded the restless teenager with a knowing look.

"Are you bored?" Sam asked in level tone raising a critical eyebrow suggesting that he had a solution to that problem.

"No, sir." Ellie automatically grumbled knowing very well if she admitted to it, Sam would probably take it as her complaining again which he showed a great intolerance for and Ellie did not want to be subjected to his cures for boredom as they did not fall under the category of 'fun' for her. Clean weapons? Run five miles? Read the dullest books known to mankind then get quizzed on it? No thank you.

Sam inhaled a sharp breath pressing his lips together tightly before sighing out heavily. He knew Ellie was getting antsy and understood the active teenager's need to expel some built up energy. They had been in the motel room for two days straight and he, himself, was finding the confining walls closing in making the small room feel awfully cramped. He remembered what it was like as a kid being confined to motel rooms for days, sometimes weeks, and while it was no picnic, it was unfortunately just part of the nature of their job as Hunters. Sometimes there were periods where you had to bunker down and do a boat load of research before you could move on.

Ellie had made her boredom known on several occasions and while he indulged her for the first couple times, his sympathies became spent when her complaining became incessant and began to irritate his nerves. Therefore, he took a tip out of his old man's handbook and gave her 'useful' and 'beneficial' things to do and while she wasn't entirely grateful, it did, ultimately, have the desired effect at keeping the energetic teen busy and put a halt to her complaining.

"Since you didn't get any training in today, why don't you to do ten push-up, thirty crunches and fifteen jump jacks." Sam instructed, in a tone that suggested it was more of an order than a friendly request.

"Right now?" Ellie asked in surprise a hint of a groan behind her tone. It was 9:30 at night as Sam so accurately pointed out, and Ellie found little motivation to do any PT, especially when she only had about three feet of space to do it in.

"You need to work off some of that energy, kiddo. It won't hurt you to get a few reps in before bed and, besides, you need to work on those push-ups of yours." Sam informed her knowing this was not going to be her favorite thing in the world to do at the moment, but he ultimately believed it would do her good to get her body moving and get out some of that antsy energy and keep her mind off wanting to go for a 'walk'. He found keeping the girl active and engaged in things helped not only keep her mood lifted and put a halt to her boredom, it made her feel useful and productive despite it mostly being 'work'.

She had been sitting in front of the TV screen for almost two hours and that was far too long, in Sam's opinion, and he regretted not giving her a book of some kind to read to split up her time. His twenty two year old self wasn't exactly used to having a teenage girl around to look after.

Ellie's mouth parted slightly, a protest on the tip of her tongue as Sam raised a sharp eyebrow at her that she could practically read as 'I could always double it'.

Thinking it best not to risk it and irk the man into giving her more reps, Ellie closed her lips and let out theatrical sigh of defeat like a tried-and-true teenager before lifting her bottom off the mattress to do as she was told like the 'good girl' she was trying to be. Besides, she was ultimately, bored out of her mind and while PT was not what she would have pick as the winning activity, it gave her something to do and she really needed to get off her butt and move before she went crazy. Besides, Ellie was used to physical training as it was just another aspect that was essential for her survival, you needed to be in good physical shape to be a Hunter and that was something Ellie was all for. She enjoyed the physical exercise and weapons training; she relished in the challenge it provided making her work towards goals and the adrenaline rush it gave her fed her active and competitive personality.

Ellie rounded the bed until she was on the far side of the room in between the bed and the motel door which she judged had the most floor space. Thinking it best to get her least favorite reps out of the way, the young teen got down into a push-up position shifting her heels together and positioning her palms under her shoulders in the proper form. Ellie pushed the weight of her palms into the stiff fibers of the thin burgundy carpet lifting her body up until her elbow locked. She eased herself down until the brim of her ball cap tapped the floor before coming back up feeling her small arm muscles strain and pull as she held herself up.

One.

Just then the sound of toilet flushing alerted Ellie as she strained to look over her shoulder towards the bathroom door just in time to see Dean enter the room.

Dean's thick brown boots treaded two steps before stopping and regarding the young teen on the floor for a few moments his brows frowning slightly in a mild critical expression, appearing to be dissatisfied with what he saw. Cocking his head to the side, Dean marched towards the girl in two purposeful strides.

Still in an upwards push-up position, Ellie felt her strained muscles tense further as she directed her attention back to the carpet, her eyes darting back and forth in bafflement and unease as she wondered what the hell he had a problem with. Suddenly, Ellie felt the bottom of Dean's heavy boot weigh on her lower back as he pressed downward easing her bottom lower until she leveled out properly.

Oh.

"Butt down, kiddo." Dean ordered evenly.

Ellie strained out a grunt as her muscles now had to work harder as she engaged her core to keep in position. Ellie eased herself down forcing herself to keep her body a lined as she tapped the brim of her ball cap to the carpet and back up again. Once he saw she had done it correctly, Dean walked away to let her continue without a word which Ellie was grateful for as she had no desire for the Hunter to hover over her like a Drill Sargent.

As Ellie carried on with her exercises, Dean went to the other side of the small room sitting down in the study wicker chair that his ass got quite acquainted with these past couple days. He grabbed his dad's journal off the small table top to once again scan through the numerous pages of notes, newspaper clippings, drawings, and diary entries to see if he could make out anything they could look into pertaining to new cases. Like Ellie and Sam, he was eager to find something and get on the road. Sitting idly in a motel room while his dad and Caleb were missing was making him antsy and agitated. He needed to do something of use to keep his mind preoccupied and away from his incessant worries before he went crazy.

Once Ellie finished the exercises, that Sam graciously bestowed upon her, the girl felt her chest rise and fall from the excursion breathing in short labored breaths. A heat traveled through her body as her blood was flowing through her veins at a healthily rate feeling a small wave of endorphins lift her mood. Feeling a slight line of sweat under the band of her ball cap, Ellie pulled her hat off her forehead slightly and ran the back of the plaid sleave over her bowline before pulling it back down into place, right above her eyebrows.

Dean cast his eyes up from his dad's journal for a brief moment glancing at the teenager before immediately looking back down at his dad's notes. "You done, kiddo?" He asked offhandedly as he flipped to the next page.

"Oorah." Ellie breathed out enjoying the good feeling of accomplishment the small workout brought, along with just, simply, being done.

A small smirk tugged up at the man's lips feeling a lighthearted chuckle rumble in his throat as a pleasant contentment came over at the kid's good-natured enthusiasm and positive attitude toward some basic PT and nod towards the Marines. Dean recalled himself expressing that very call when his dad would give him drills. Dean scoffed slightly shaking his head, it amazed him how much he was finding the shadow of his younger self in that little girl and while it was bit saddening to the man, not to mention scary as hell at times, there were small things that made smile and relish in the good aspects of himself in her.

Sam felt the side of his lip twitch up into a brief side smirk at her Marine call, undoubtably taught from Caleb as he was a tried-and-true Marine, like his old man. And while he found satisfaction in her positive attitude, there was no twinkle of relish in the man's eyes. It was apparent Caleb had trained her into quite little soldier and while that was commendable and ultimately necessary for the life they lived as Hunters, Sam still found himself somewhat saddened by it nonetheless. She was a young teenage girl and shouldn't have to endure the vigorous training and burdening worry of survival, but the fact remained that she did and Sam felt a twinge of discontentment in that. He wondered if she even got the opportunity to experience even a little bit of normalcy. He couldn't help, but hope as she got older she would choose to walk away and become a normal citizen where she was safe and out of the line of fire.

Ellie felt a small smile of her own appear relishing in the good feeling their praise and contentment brought. Suddenly feeling a heaviness come over her worked body, Ellie walked over to the empty bed beside her, turned around until the backs of her calf were pressed against the bed before flinging her arms out as she let her body free fall plopping onto the stiff mattress. Ellie felt her body bounce as her weight collapsed against the stiff springs letting out a small 'oof'.

Sam sighed heavily as he reached deep into his jean pocket pulling out his cellphone unable to fight the biting urge that was eating away at him relentlessly.

"I'm gonna try and call around and see if anyone has heard from dad." Sam announced in a set tone of determination as it had been on his mind all week feeling this pressing need to find the man who has been frustratingly evasive and can't find it in himself to pick up his damn phone. He found his patience on trusting the man wearing thin on him.

"Fine." Dean agreed not holding much hope as they had not one damn lead on the man since he disappeared. If he was not even picking up for them, he had his doubts that anyone would have heard from him. There was a slight ping of frustration in his chest for the man disappearing without a word and not answering when they needed him, but he pushed it aside focusing on the more important aspect of just wanting to ensure he was safe.

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"Call us if you hear anything. Thanks." Sam said before pulling his cellphone from his ear and pressing the end call button.

"No one's heard from him?" Dean inquired tipping his head back slightly as he side glanced at his brother for a split second before looking back at his dad's journal already knowing the answer.

"Nope. Not Jefferson or Pastor Jim." Sam said an edge of irritation lining his tone as he looked over at his brother resting his elbows on his knees holding his Treo phone loosely in his hands.

"What about Dad's journal? Any leads?" Sam asked hoping for something of interest to be brought to light as he twisted his cellphone in his hands in a fidgety manner feeling an agitated impatience come over him.

"No, it's the same last time I looked. Nothing I can make out." Dean said as he scanned his eyes over the page before scoffing out a chuckle. "I love the guy, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda."

Sam ran his teeth over his bottom lip as he bounced his leg up and down in jittery restlessness.

"Maybe we should call the FEDs, file a missing persons." Sam suggested with a suppressed tightness feeling the tension within his muscles push down heavily on his chest.

Dean's eyes cut sharply giving his brother a sideways glare.

"We talked about this. Dad would be pissed if we put the FEDs on his tail." Dean informed thinking that was horrible idea and a great way to evoke more unwanted division and resentment within their small family.

"I don't care anymore." Sam snapped bluntly feeling his muscles tense with irritation, not at all concerned about his dad's wishes finding little understanding in the man's selfish avoidance.

Ellie listened to the conversation intently while she lay still on the bed looking up at the old popcorn ceiling, taking in their words wondering if perhaps her uncle was somehow with Mr. Winchester, but Ellie quickly shook her head at the thought. Her uncle tried to get Mr. Winchester to take her which he agreed to before he went off the grid. The man was starting to sound a whole lot like her uncle in a way in terms of secrets, although she had some secrets of her own. She supposed everyone did.

Suddenly, the loud rock music of Dean's cellphone carried through the small motel room cutting off the men's conversation. Ellie craned her neck backwards in curiosity, tilting the top of her head back on the bed until she could view Dean at an upside down angle, feeling too lazy to twist her body all the way around at look at the man properly.

Dean sighed at his brother heavily before setting his dad's journal on the small table top and snatching his black flip phone off the table. Not bothering to look at the caller ID as he flipped open the phone and placed it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Dean." A heavy voice rang out on the other line that effectively gained the man's swift attention. His face immediately paled in disbelief as he turned himself outwards in his seat leaning forward slightly giving the man his full attention.

"Caleb?" He asked in utter surprise as he was the last man he expected to call, other than his dad, of course.

Ellie's brown almond eyes widened inhaling a sharp breath as all the energy seemed to surge back into her body at hearing her uncle's name. In an instant, Ellie jerked her body off the bed and rushed over towards Dean feeling a rising hope and excitement flood through her.

"Is that my uncle?" Ellie pressed with earnest; her voice elevated in an anxious tone.

Dean immediately held up a stiff finger in front of him stopping the girl in her tracks shooting her a stiff and grave expression urging her to wait. Ellie felt her breath clogged in her throat as her muscles froze at Dean's command feeling her body tense with impatience as she blinked her wide anxious eyes at him.

Once Ellie's feet were planted, Dean cast his eyes away from her, a worried frown on his hardened face.

"Where are you? Are you alright?" Dean asked unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. For all Dean knew the man was in serious and immediate danger. The incessant unease of being completely blinded to what was going on left the man's muscles tense and ridged with fearful concern as he waited for the man's confirmation.

"I'm fine, Dean." Caleb reassured in calm and level tone, but his voice sounded heavy with a burdening fatigue. It was clear the man was worn out and his voice all, but told Dean he had been on the move continuously for a good while without much rest or reprieve.

"Ellie was talking about demons hunting you for some weapon. I need some answers here, Caleb. What weapon is she talking about? What the hell is going on?" Dean pressed firmly his voice elevating with concern feeling an anxious urgency ramp up in him as he was desperate to gain some much-needed answers. This was no social call and his instincts told him he was not going to be able to talk to the evasive Hunter for long.

"I'm sorry Dean, but I can't tell you that." Caleb expressed with regret, but his tone seemed firm in his resolve to keep him in the dark which sent a spark of intense exasperation within the man's chest.

"Why the hell not?" Dean demanded his voice biting with frustration.

Being unaware and unprepared for anything involving the supernatural, especially demons, was unquestionably dangerous, let alone when you had a kid to look after. It baffled Dean into intense frustration as to why Caleb refused to confide in him on any of the details that could be vital to not only their success and survival, but his niece's as well. It was dreadfully concerning as Dean felt he was shooting blanks leaving him in maddening and fearful ignorance. He couldn't protect Ellie to the full extent of his ability if he was blindsided to what the hell was going on.

"Because it's not safe. I don't want you and Sam involved in this more than you already are." Caleb explained firmly, a clear edge of weary impatience riding on his words.

"This is not your fight and if I had any other choice, I would have kept you boys out of it, but I don't. You are the only ones I can trust right now to keep Ellie safe. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't risk it. You're just going to have to trust me on this, I'm begging you to trust me…" There was a pleading intense and dire worry in the man's voice that had Dean's brows frowning with dreadful concern. He had never heard Caleb sound so frazzled and uneasy, border lining on panic and raw fear. Like his Dad, the man had an uncanny and commendable resilience when it came to fighting against the supernatural; the ability to remain calm and level headed in dangerous situations, rarely showing panic and distress, but this time seemed to be different and the man was uncharacteristically on edge and that was disturbingly worrisome to the Hunter leaving him with a unsettled feeling in his gut.

Ellie found herself on the balls of her feet bouncing and fluttering her legs back and forth in fretful agitation unable to keep herself still with her rising yearning to hear the man's voice for herself.

"Can I talk to him?" Ellie pleaded antsy as she reached her hand out towards the phone feeling a jittery impatience come over her. However, Dean, simply, ignored her as he continued to focus and listen to the man's desperate words.

"Please, Dean, as your friend, I'm begging you, I need her safe and away from me. Please, I need your word on this." His love for his niece and need to keep her safe was undyingly apparent as the usually stoic man pleaded, almost helplessly, as his firm voice seemed on the brink of cracking in distressed need.

"You have it, Caleb. You know she's safe with us." Dean expressed adamantly leveling his tone out into one of firm reassurance and strong resolve trying to repress the man's panic and remind him that he was a man of his word and would do everything within his power to keep her safe. Dean didn't make idle promises and had every intention of safeguarding the little girl for as long as it took for this to all blow over.

There was a long pause on the other end making Dean's chest tighten slightly with unease.

"Yeah." Caleb breathed softly in a pensive melancholy way like Dean's words did not wholly reassure him, almost as if he only hoped he would keep his word rather than being fully confident Dean would. Dean felt a brisk jab of offense to man's despondent tone. Caleb knew Dean practically his whole life and should know he was not the type to forsake him in his time of need. However, his offense was ultimately overshowed with confusion and a painful worry as a horrible feeling became planted in his gut, making his instincts jittery with alarm, that the situation Caleb found himself in was so dire that the man was uncertain of his survival in all this, sending him into an even further state of frustrated discomfort and fear.

"Listen, I'm in a safe position where I could call, but I won't be for long. I just need to ask that you and Sam not look for me…" Caleb began in set and determined tone, an urgency behind his voice that was lined with a desperate need.

Frustration and worry began to build up rapidly against Ellie's impatient nerves as she could not hear a damn word of what her uncle was saying. Being unaware if he was in immediate danger or if he was revealing things she needed to know was setting her edginess to new heights.

"Does he need help? Give me the phone. Please, Dean." Ellie urged desperately hearing her voice snap in distress, fearing that she was going to be left ignorant to vital information about her uncle's wellbeing which she selfishly concluded was far more her concern than Dean's.

"Ellie needs to be away from me. You hear me, Dean?" Caleb pressed in an intensely grave tone of urgency making Dean believe unequivocally that the man was certain in his declaration.

"Yeah, I hear you, Caleb." Dean reassured in a calm and clear level of understanding towards his desperate insistence. A sense of dread began to fester within the Hunter's bones at Calebs frantic need for Ellie to be away from him making the astute man conclude with horrid dismay that Ellie was indeed in far more danger than Caleb was willing to reveal. Perhaps Ellie knew far more about this 'weapon', that supposably didn't exist, then was safe for her and that made Dean horribly troubled.

"Ellie hasn't tried to run off on her own, has she? She hasn't tried to look for me?" Celeb inquired, his troubled voice cracking slightly with concern sounding desperate to know if his niece was obeying his vital orders.

Dean's green eyes suddenly cut sharply to the young teenager in front of him glaring at her from under his dark eyelashes. A gravely stern expression was chiseled into his hard features as he regarded her with quite a strong look of reproach making Ellie's mouth part slightly feeling a pinch of worry grow within her gut as her muscles tensed with apprehension. What the hell earned her that look?

His eyes squinted ever so slightly as he kept a fixed gaze on her like he was seriously contemplating something which Ellie was certain involved herself and, if she was betting on that look he was giving her, she was sure it wasn't complimentary.

Ellie held a gulp of apprehensive air in her throat before Dean dropped his stern gaze from her seeming to make his decision.

"No." Dean lied smoothly, his deep voice level and calm seeing little need to cause Caleb further unnecessary anxiety and stress. There was no benefit that Dean could see from the man knowing the truth that his little niece recklessly took off and thought it best, for all, to spare the man the grief. As far as Dean was concerned, it was taken care of and he would make certain it would not happen again.

"Good." Caleb expressed firmly, a level of relief in his weary tone. "She's a good kid, Dean, but she gets scared and can…"

Unable to restrain herself from her impatience any longer, all the worry and panic came crashing in on her and Ellie impulsively reached out her hand and quickly snatched the phone out of Dean's unsuspecting grip with impressive speed. Fear and uncertainty provoking her impulsive actions needing to hear her uncle's voice with her own ears and instill a sense of desperate comfort and confirmation that she fiercely needed; something she was not willing to wait any longer for.

As soon as the phone was securely in her grasp, Ellie whirled her body around until her back was to Dean taking a few shuffling steps away from the man securing the phone to her ear in a protective manner.

"Ellie!" Dean snapped in shocked annoyance as the phone was ripped from his fingers. Dean immediately shot up from his seat astounded at the kid's audacity.

His large frame, tense with aggravation, loomed behind her, feeling his disapproving glare press against her back intensely, making Ellie hunch her shoulders forward as she closed in on herself defensively prepared to twist away from Dean if he attempted to take the phone from her.

"Uncle!" Ellie exclaimed her voice elevated in a concerned panic.


TBC

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