The Phone Call – Part 2

A continuation of the last chapter. I hope you enjoy!

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

"Ellie?" Caleb answered with unsuspecting surprise at hearing his niece's voice so suddenly.

"Did you just take the phone from Dean, young lady?" His voice edging with stern disbelief at his niece's audacity to be so disrespectful. However, Ellie ignored her uncle's sharp tone caring little about her rudeness as her mind was fixed on more important matters such as her uncle's life and safety.

"Are you okay? Are you safe?" Ellie inquired anxiously her voice pressing and urgent wanting to confirm he was unharmed and in a secure place.

"I'm fine, honey." Caleb's voice rang out with soft affection giving his niece the reassurance that she needed.

Ellie sighed out a short plume of air feeling a small pinch of relief at just hearing him speak and saying the words she had been longing to hear. Her heart swelled with attachment and affection towards her uncle craving to wrap her arms around his waist and be in his protective embrace again where she belonged. Her family may be small and broken, but he was all she had left and her bruised heart held onto him desperately wanting nothing more than to simply see his face again.

"Where are you?" Ellie compelled quickly with desire, a hint of begging behind her anxious tone. Ellie felt her lungs contract as she held her breath holding onto a thread of desperate hope that the man would just surrender his stubbornness and tell her.

"You know I can't tell you that." He expressed calmly in weary tone of regret making Ellie's chest swell with dreadful and potent disappointment. His voice was laced with a fatigued frustration at his niece's persistent fight against his explicit and vital order to stay away from him. Although he knew it caused her great distress to be ignorant of his whereabouts, it was, in the end, essential for her survival and the man would not wavier on his order, no matter how much it pained him.

An agonizing hidden suffering, that Ellie could not fully detect, was tearing at the man's heart relentlessly at being a part from his niece as it went against every fiber of his being to not have her by his side and under his strong protection. However, the fact remained that she was in grave danger to be with him and he had to push down his personal suffering and do what was best for his niece giving her the best chance for survival. And if that meant being apart from him, so be it. His love for his niece was far stronger than his desire to stay by her side as her sole protector. He had to keep her safe and, right now, that meant putting her fate in the hands of the only ones he could trust while he lured this evil away from her.

Despite not being the least bit surprised by his rejection to her plea, it didn't make it any less painful and frustrating to hear those crushing words which essentially told her, yet, again that he did not want her with him. Although she, ultimately, knew it was all due to his love for her and his desire to keep her safe and breathing, she could not help, but feel the sharp familiar sting of abandonment and rejection as she was painfully reminded of being far too young and incapable to be of any use to her uncle. It was devastating and agonizing to be left to cower away uselessly and do nothing while her uncle was on the run with demons on his tail. A horrible sense of uselessness and helplessness weighed heavily on the young teenager's heart as she was distressingly powerless to lift a finger to help and protect the only family she had left; forced to stay hidden away and wait idly while her uncle braved the spawns of hell alone. It was grossly intolerable and tormented the young teenager to the point of feeling physically sick with helpless worry. A wave of nausea entered her constricting throat feeling the burdensome stress of possibly losing her family and being left to brave the evils of this world on her own.

Ellie pressed her lips together tightly, a distraught and pained look crossed over delicate features as her brows frowned in tormenting distress.

"No. I don't." Ellie expressed bluntly and unashamedly, her voice becoming tight as she fought the urge to yell some of her rational sense into the man.

The young girl just couldn't find it within her troubled heart to accept her uncle's wishes as it went against every fiber of her instincts to protect the last of her family. She was no ordinary kid and just because she was young did not mean her desires to save and protect were any less. It was taught and engrained into her for as long as she could remember to take action and fight to save as many lives as she could against the evils of this word. So, why, when it came down to her own family, was she suddenly being forced to hide away and do nothing? It was baffling and unequivocally wrong, in the young girl's mind, and couldn't find it within herself to rightly accept the hypocrisy of it all. Her uncle's life was just as valuable as everyone else, including her own. And to made it all the more unbearable was just because she was a child she was supposed to say 'yes, sir' and bear it. Well, Ellie, couldn't bear and she wouldn't cave. She loved her uncle too damn much.

Ellie could hear the man inhale a sharp frustrated breath at her bold words which sent a spark of anxious haste within her chest.

"Please uncle, we can fight this together. I'm not some innocent little kid anymore. I can help you. You-You can't do this alone…" Ellie implored in earnest, her voice rising with a desperate need for her uncle to listen to her and understand her plight that she could be useful to him if he would let her.

"We went over this, Elena. It is too dangerous for…" Her uncle began with a calm sternness, but was abruptly cut off.

"Everything is too dangerous!" Ellie snapped in frustration feeling her repressed emotions explode out of her voice feeling her chest crack in torment. "Wendigos, vengeful spirts, ghouls; They're all dangerous, but doesn't mean you abandon your family. You said so yourself, all we have is family and family sticks together no matter what. Did you mean that or was that all just some bullshit you threw together?" Ellie accused harshly; her tone sharp with an underlining hurt of being forced her away from him. She knew she was being selfish using his words against him in a ruse to get him to recognize that he was wrong. But, despite knowing deep down he meant those words, Ellie was desperate and the fear of losing him pushed her bold and pain driven words.

"Watch-your-mouth, young lady." Caleb admonished sharply, his voice dipping down to a familiar low tone, warning his niece that she was treading on thin ice with her disrespectful backtalk. "This time is different and you know it. This is no vengeful spirit were talking about. This is a demon, a soulless demonic spawn of hell, the worst kind of evil, Elena, and it's after the damn Colt and it's your blood it needs. My niece. And as long as it's hunting me, you will be as far away from me as possible until I'm damn sure it's safe…" Caleb stated with a stern and unmovable determination, punctuating his words carefully and purposefully with a gave importance.

"It's never going to be safe, uncle. Nothing is ever safe for us." Ellie expressed in tense sadness her voice taking on a pleading and despairing tone as she knew the harsh world they lived in was full of evil and true safety was just simply unobtainable.

"You-You can't fight alone, you need me." Ellie implored her voice cracking in a desperate tone of distress and need.

'I' need you.

Desperation and panic clinging onto her troubled heart, Ellie impulsively dared to bring up the unthinkable.

"Please uncle, I could help, you know I could help, we-we could…just this once, use the spell and…" Ellie voice was frantic as she pleadingly begged for an opportunity to save the man, but, like before, it was all crushed under his enraged voice.

"ENOUGH!" Caleb boomed his deep voice vibrating through the phone cutting sharply into Ellie's ears making her jolt in shock at the intense tone and sheer volume of her uncle's furious vocals. She rarely ever heard her uncle bellow at her with such vigor and intensity before and it shook the young girl to her core as she found her chest tighten harshly and her breath clog in her throat.

Dean's muscles instantly tensed feeling his back straighten as he slowly turned his head to look over at Sam who sat rigidly on the bed, his mouth parted in disturbed shock. Feeling his brother's eyes on him, Sam slowly turned his attention up towards Dean who had a deep frown of grave and tense concern written upon his rigid features. Sam pressed his lips together as he regarded his older brother with a tense expression of his own as they wordlessly exchanged their apprehensions having the very same and intense feeling of unease at Ellie insistence on using a 'spell'. An unthinkable and outrageous act stemming only from satanic magic which was unquestionably evil stuff reserved for demons and witches. A bad feeling became planted in the pit of Dean's gut as it confirmed his worst fear that not only was Ellie keeping things from them, but it seemed there was something far more sinister within their involvement. Dean didn't rightly know what exactly, but he could feel it festering and building within his bones as the mixture of spells and demons were a sinful combination, not something that should be even spoken of, let alone messed around with. Dean held onto the thought that perhaps the kid said it in foolish ignorance, but there was a grave doubt in Dean's mind as Ellie was a full-fledged Hunter's kid and Caleb's niece, and should be well aware of the evils of witchcraft and the use of satanic spells. Caleb was a steadfast and honorable Hunter and Dean was certain his friend informed his niece properly and if he was betting on that muffled 'enough' that carried out of the phone, was a good indication that he, adamantly and rightly, condemned it.

"Enough." He repeated slowly and tightly through clenched teeth keeping his voice at a grave and level tone suppressing the anger he felt deep into his hardened chest.

"You mind what you say, Elena Anne Colt." Caleb warned in a deeply low tone, an edge of severe hardness to his voice that held intense disapproval showing Ellie that she had crossed a line that was not just unacceptable, but damaging.

"That is something that will never happen. You're border lining on satanic ritual and straight up blasphemy. And I never what to hear that from you ever again, if I do, you'll be over my knee getting one hell of a licking for your troubles. We are above that evil. Understood?" Caleb's words were intensely stern and said with a grave and immovable resolve leaving not one inch of room for argument or hope. Evil was evil and nothing Ellie said would change his stubborn moral code, not even to save his life and that nearly broke the poor girl's heart.

Ellie's bottom lip trembled as her throat began to constrict painfully. Hot tears sprung under her woeful brown eyes as a painful disappointment sunk deep into her bones making her whole body ache in helpless distress as her hope was utterly crushed under the man's unwavering words.

"Why won't you let me save you?" Ellie accused in harrowing despair her voice cracking in pain and torment as her love for her uncle overshowed her rationality to play within the boundaries of a moral code.

He was her uncle; her only family and she had the ability to give him a weapon that could save him. While she knew it wasn't a stainless act and far from ideal, and if there was any other way to ensure his survival she would agree, but there simply wasn't any alterative that she could think of. Therefore, it was justified to use the blood spell and give her uncle the upper hand to use the Colt and kill the demon before it killed him. Damn a moral code or crossing a line! It was worth her uncle's life. But, be that as it may, there was not a damn thing she could do about it. Despite, being justified, it ultimately did not matter because the fact remained that she was just a kid and her judgement and feelings were tossed aside and overruled by adults who 'knew better'. It was an unbearable and painful pill to swallow as she found they did not always have the right answers and could be, unequivocally and unfairly, wrong. But she was a kid and, therefore, denied the privilege of saving those she loved and forced to endure the sickening pain of being utterly useless and left on the sidelines to worry and fear the worst. It all seemed so wrong to the young girl. Dishearteningly and unjustly wrong.

Ellie sniffled as her vision became impaired by the stinging tears she held in her chocolate brown eyes. Her heart ached in vulnerable pain as her throat began to burn and chafe from the built-up saliva and tears. Ellie swallowed hard felling her throat constrict as a tear fell onto her rosy flushed cheek and cascaded down to her chin that trembled in burdening fear.

Caleb sighed heavily at hearing his niece's distress feeling an aching pain rip at his heart taking a moment before speaking to ensure his voice was level and his pain hidden from her ears.

"This is not a discussion, young lady." His deep voice informed her with a gentle sternness, although his voice was firm, there was a mellow affection behind it as he spoke. "It is not your job to save me. You are mine to protect, not the other way around. You are my thirteen-year-old niece and I will not have you anywhere near this evil nor would I subject you to using it. You will stay hidden and safe and right now that means being away from me, but we'll see each other again once this is all over. Just be my brave girl for a little while longer." He rumbled out calmly in a soothing manner, but there was edge of resolve in his tone that all, but told Ellie he was set in his decision and nothing she could say would change his mind on putting her safety above all else. However, there was a grave feeling of doubt that hung over the teenager like an ominous cloud. Although his voice was encouraging and supportive, there was something within her that left her with a dreadful insecure feeling in her gut making her feel terribly unsatisfied. Ellie was a smart girl, she knew he was in grave danger and, although he was a skilled Hunter, it was not written in stone that he would see this through to come back to her and that was just the cold hard truth of the matter. Even behind his resolved tone, Ellie could sense the elements of doubt, fear, and discontentment. It was apparent she was, undoubtably, in danger of losing the last of her family and Ellie simply couldn't find it in herself to be his 'brave girl', not this time. She didn't want to be brave. She wanted him.

"Now, I have to go. Do not try and look for me, you understand me? You stay with Sam and Dean and you mind them. You hear me? That's an order." Caleb expressed firmly emphasizing his words in a grave and calm tone, an edge of haste within his earnest words.

This sparked an alarm within her chest feeling her muscle grow tense with unease and fear as she sensed a distance beginning to form once again between them.

"Don't you hang up on me." Ellie reproached desperately in an accusing manner her voice edged with cracking distress feeling a panic rise within her as she knew her uncle was bringing the conversation to a close. A rawness beginning to scratch against her sore throat as she was unable to stop the impending fear that this, perhaps, could be the last time she spoke to him.

"I love you." He expressed calmly with a gentle affection reserved just for his little niece.

"Wait!" Ellie shouted in a distressed panic not at all ready to let her uncle go knowing she would be left with the familiar relentless worry that would torment her every second of every day until she spoke with him again. She was not ready for that continuous gnawing pain of not knowing if he was safe or even alive. However, ready or not, it was not her choice.

The dreadful click hit Ellie's ears making her blink in upset surprise feeling her heart drop into her stomach as her muscles froze in frustrating dismay.

"Uncle?!" Ellie called hopelessly, but it all she received was an empty silence. The man had hung up leaving her with her orders and nothing more than further agony of being cut off from him once again.

A grave feeling of failure and regret rushed through the young teenager as she gained absolutely nothing from the conversation but further heartache, fear, and disappointment. Her heart began to bleed as she didn't even get a chance to say tell him she loved him too.

Although hearing his voice and ensuring that he was alive was a great relief towards the teenager's unrelenting worry, it seemed overshowed, yet again, by her failure to convince him to allow her to use the blood spell to save him. What was he going to do now? He can't keep running forever. What was his plan? Did he even have one? How was he going to fight this alone? The fearful questions whirled in her head incessantly.

Feeling all her pain consume her Ellie ripped the phone from her ear.

"Goddamn it!" Ellie growled in pained frustration as she reeled back her arm and chucked Dean's cellphone onto the bed watching it bounce and skid across the mattress.

Ellie's chocolate brown eyes blurred with more tears feeling her heart ache and succumb to her agonizing distress as she covered her face with her hands. The weighted burden of worry and pain pressed against her body intensely feeling utterly helpless in her dejection and fear. A single hitched and muffled sob escaped her trembling lips as she let her palms gather the wetness of her tears submitting to her despair.

After a long moment, Ellie slowly felt herself being brought back to the precent as the realization gradually dawned on her that she was not alone in her sorrows. A dreadful and heavy feeling of embarrassment and insecurity came over her as she began to feel Sam and Dean's heavy eyes press against her body making her hunch her shoulders and close in on herself in an awkward manner. Not only did they undeniably hear every word she spoke to her uncle, but they had witnessed her vulnerable distress and desperation, something she greatly wished to keep concealed from the Hunters. She did not need them to be sticking their noses where they shouldn't and she certainly did not need them pressing her for more details. Not to mention she had ripped the phone away from Dean mid conversation which was a gravely rude decision on her part and she felt a brush of guilt for it, if not little healthy dose fear in addition. She was damn lucky the man did not reprimand her for it on the spot nor did he try to force her to give it back. She wondered if that was out of the goodness of his heart or if he simply wanted to listen to their conversation play out. Her cynicism at present guessed the latter.

Ellie ran her hands down her face until the tips of her fingers were under her wet eyes. She quickly swiped across her cheeks ridding herself of the evidence of her tearful distress. Gathering up her bravery, Ellie sniffed back the snot that was building up in her nose composing herself as best she could before turning her body to the side to look at the two Hunters who had their eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room. Unable to turn her body all the way around and face them directly, Ellie settled her feet halfway giving them a side view of her small frame. With her shoulders slumped and her head drooped down in a vulnerable and discomforted manner, Ellie tilted her head to the side, the shad of her ballcap protecting her reddened eyes as she cast them over to Sam's seated frame on the bed whose body was stilled in a calm rigidness with his bare forearms resting on thighs. His head was turned to the side looking at Ellie fixedly, his jaw tight as his hazel eyes regarded her with a gentle sympathy, but there was a firmness within his hard features that was heavy with unease and suspicion making her squirm and fidget.

Ellie then dared to cock her head upwards slightly peering up at Dean under the safety of her ballcap cautiously. Dean stood exactly where he planted himself after she had snatched the phone from him. His hard features were intensely ridged and lined in a deep discontentment appearing to be greatly dissatisfied and concerned about what he just heard from her.

Ellie felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks before dipping her head back down to the burgundy carpet below her feet feeling a biting annoyance pinch at her raw nerves.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Ellie grumbled defensively in a sullen tone feeling frustration push against her insecurities, not appreciating being stared at and judged and looked upon as some tragedy. She didn't need their pity nor did she need them poking at her raw and vulnerable nerves. It was none of their concern and she just wanted to be left alone, but, unfortunately for the young teenager, that was just something that was not going to happen. Not with the Winchesters anyway.

"A little girl who needs to check who the hell she is talking to." Dean returned in a stern, yet collected, tone not sounding the least bit tolerate of her back talk despite her obvious emotional state. While Dean felt a grave sympathy for the girl and knew her snapping was just a result of her fears, his nerves were agitated and exceedingly unsettled by what he had heard from both Ellie and Caleb leaving him a state of considerable concern. Not only was he still left ignorant and half-cocked to what the hell was going on, but Ellie's alarming insistence of using some 'spell' left the man intensely disturbed bordering on outrage. He was downright testy and in no mood to tolerate the teenager's disrespectful mouth.

Ellie felt her chest tighten as her anxiety pushed against her jittery nerves feeling a pinch of guilt for snapping so rudely. Ellie kept her eyes downcast as she scuffed a socked toe into the stiff fibers of the burgundy carpet shifting on her feet in awkward discomfort.

Dean huffed out a heated and heavy sigh trying to calm his agitation as his firm eyes continued to lay fixed on the withdrawn girl. "Got anything you want to tell us?" Dean pressed in a low and stern voice edged with an impatient tone that suggested he knew she was hiding a hell of a lot from them and now would be a great time to fess up.

Ellie felt her anxiety swell and blossom within her chest at the question she knew was bound to come. Ellie shook her head slowly and purposefully from side to side keeping her head dipped low and eyes averted from them. She had no intention of revealing anything of consequence to them.

"What the hell did you mean about using a 'spell'?" Sam's voice cut in bluntly, although his tone was fairly collected, there was a clear bite to it that held a grave concern suggesting he was greatly troubled and in no way accepting or tolerant of such a taboo notion.

Ellie felt her heart plummet into stomach as her muscles jolted and tensed severely feeling all the air surge out of her lungs as the dreadful realization hit her like a ton of bricks that she suggested using the blood 'spell' right in front of them. Her brown eyes grew wide as they flashed in a brisk and timorous shock. Although they could not hear her uncle's words, they did, undoubtably, hear hers. She had slipped up, big time, and intense fear began gripping onto her tense muscles knowing all too well Hunters condemned anyone who used witchcraft or even just had the ability to practice satanic magic. It was seen as evil, plain and simple, and Hunters, not only despised evil, they killed it. If they even suspected she was capable of it, they could very well view her as a freak entangled with the supernatural, or worse, a flat-out devil worshiping fiend. Her uncle was adamant about never mentioning her connections to witchcraft due to the black and white outlook Hunters saw towards evil. She could become a target; a freak or a monster to be hunted down or even outright killed.

How could she be so careless and stupid? She was so desperate and wrapped in her own despair when she mentioned it that she forgot that Sam and Dean were even in the room.

Ellie fought with every fiber of her being to keep a neutral expression on her pale stricken face and keep her frazzled limbs from shaking terror, trying desperately to hide the grave apprehension that surge through her entire body as she racked her brain for a desperate and believable lie.

Thanks to her uncanny practice in lying to adults, Ellie was able to succeeded in hiding her fear with the help of her ballcap keeping her apprehensive eyes in the shadows. And with her body angled sideways and not facing them directly, Ellie was able to conceal her trepidation a bit easier as she forced herself to remain still and calm.

"It's a code word." Ellie lied, the false words slipping from her tongue impressively smooth and even. However, despite her level voice and appearing calm and collected, her indirect body language, tense posture and lack of eye contact told a different story to the two astute Hunters who saw right through her deception.

"A code word?" Sam repeated a hint of suspicion in his tone as he raised a doubtful eye brow finding 'spell' an exceptionally odd choice for a code word. And while he might have indulged the idea, her peculiar remark about the use of specific spells during the Bloody Mary case had the man void of confidence and highly distrustful. Not that he thought the kid was capable of witchcraft as that was farfetched and a grave and outrageous accusation, but there was something about it all that did not sit right with him and his instincts were sending him in a state of grave unease. It was obvious she hiding something regarding this Hunt and, undoubtably, knew a hell of a lot more then she was sharing and Sam's sharp mind detected fearfully that it wasn't anything good.

"What's it code for?" Dean pushed not at all hiding the obvious doubt in his tone as he too thought 'spell' was a ridiculous and unlikely code word. And while Dean would have liked to believe the kid, her poor track record on telling the truth wasn't doing her any favors. She had lost his trust after foolishly taking off and the man was not inclined to believe her any time soon. Not to mention there was something within his astute instincts that was screaming at him that something was gravely off leaving him on edge and highly suspicious. In short, he didn't believe for a damn minute it was a code word and was certain the kid was being frustratingly deceitful yet again. And if that wasn't bad enough for the irked man, Ellie's next words had the man fighting the urge not to spank the kid into next week.

"It's none of your business." Ellie grumbled defensively with an edge of snappy sass to her tone, not only because she absolutely believed it was 'none of his business', but she could not think of one damn logical lie that it could stand for.

Sam's eyebrows raised up on his forehead as he tilted his chin downward, a look of stunned aggravation crossed over his stern features at the little girl's rude audacity and blatant disregard to find a civil tone. She was pushing into the boundaries of unacceptable in Sam's book and, apparently, Dean's as well.

"Excuse me?" Dean growled lowly feeling his patience snap like a twig as a grave heavy anger and impatience press harshly into his chest.

The Hunter's jaw clenched and his face muscles hardened into a daunting scowl showing his testy nerves being spent against her stupid and careless backtalk. She had some damn nerve with that mouth of hers and Dean found himself running his stiff fingers down his itching palms.

"You want a crack on the ass?" He snapped sternly sounding exactly like his old man as he took a combative step towards the aggravating teenager pointing a strong finger at her. His tolerance for her disrespectful responses were running on slim to none and just one more rude sip of her mouth was going to get her face down and well acquainted with the dirty burgundy carpet in about two seconds flat if she didn't shape up. She was testing his patience like a stick poking at a hornet's nest. Dangerous and stupid. If she wanted to talk about it in a civil and respectful manner that was all fine and dandy, but if she wanted to give him lip and try his agitation then the conversation would turn very one sided real quick.

Alarm surged through her tense muscles as she swiftly and instinctively turned her body to face him directly taking a retreating step back from his advance towards her attempting to keep her backside far away from the man's long reach. Her wide brown eyes peered up at him from under the brim of her ballcap flashing at him in brisk trepidation. Ellie turned her head to the side settling her eyes on the burgundy comforter on the bed feeling her cheeks instantly flush in raw embarrassment. She didn't mean to come across so snappy and rude, but he was poking at something that was none of his concern, not to mention it was something that could put her at great risk to her life. Ellie bit her bottom lip in a pouty and nervous manner feeling a slight bit of shame enter her conscience. She didn't really see herself mouthing off exactly. She was just setting a boundary and asserting her right to privacy in a firm manner. Granted she probably should have expressed it a bit more politely and she could have curbed the sassy tone, but her raw emotions were running high which had her defensive and downright fearful finding it hard to control and steady her adolescent nerves and find courtesy when the Hunter being so invasive and meddlesome in something that was, in fact, 'none of his business'. She found his nosiness to be impolite and hypocritical. How about he show her a little respect towards her right to privacy and to conceal whatever the hell she wanted to conceal.

"Dean." Sam reproached calmly behind him urging his brother to find patience.

Ellie swallowed fretfully finding herself squirming in discomfort under the man's harsh glare as she absentmindedly grab a hold of the hem of Sam's plaid button up twisting it and fidgeting with the fabric between her fingers knowing full well if she didn't find a respectful tone and a damn good explanation, her bottom was going to be on the line. Despite finding it unjustly called for, if this conversation kept heading in this poor direction, and judging by the man's testy agitation at present, something wisely told her she would be in danger of getting far more than just 'a crack on the ass'. She knew the man was fully capable of kicking her ass into next week, as the horrible spanking he gave her two weeks ago rushed back into her memory reminding her of just how hard the Hunters palm was and how much it sucked to be on the receiving end. She was in no hurry to have her backside match the burgundy décor of the carpet and comforters of the motel room nor was she ready to endure the embarrassment getting whopped again so soon at the expense of her pride.

"It's-It's code between me and my uncle…sir. I-I can't tell you." Ellie explained with haste in a far more polite tone as she cast her eyes briefly towards him before immediately darting them back onto the comforter. Ellie licked her dry lips as she shifted on her feet in an uncomfortable manner hoping the man would just accept her right to privacy and not push further, but she, ultimately, knew that was just 'wishful thinking' on her part as it was clear the man was becoming intrusive and intolerant about the whole situation. Ellie was no dummy, she knew his tolerance in being kept in the dark were becoming spent and it just seemed the man was just not inclined to accept it any longer, especially, now that their suspicions were high since her unfortunate and careless slip up.

A dreadful sense of helplessness began to come over her knowing well if Dean did not accept her explanation, being punished for lying or refusing to tell them any information that they wanted to know was a grave possibility. What's to stop the man from trying to spank answers out of her if he thought it necessary? That thought terrified Ellie sending a grave panic straight to her core knowing the licking would be pure hell to say the least. And while she trusted her ability to keep her mouth shut no matter what as it simply wasn't an option to risk being ostracized or worse, it still scared the hell out of her to endure a licking from the hard man. She had no idea what these Hunters were truly capable of if face with her secrets about witchcraft and the Colt and she wasn't inclined to find out. All she could do was just pray with all her might that the man would just leave it alone and accept that it was none of his concern.

"Right." Dean expressed severely unconvinced. And by 'right' he meant, 'I don't believe a damn word of it'.

Ellie felt her muscles tense and constrict harshly as she held all the air in her lungs taking in the man's daunting expression under the safe shadow of her ballcap. Ellie licked her dry lips nervously having a terrible feeling that Dean was going to question her further or worse just take her over his knee and demand answers that Ellie could not give. A repressed terror was sitting in chest like a contracting knot as she waited in helpless anticipation, when, suddenly, a sharp ring echoed through the small room saving her from the growing tension between the two of them.

Ellie cast her attention away from the man for a brief second to look over her shoulder towards the loud ringing of Dean's cellphone that lay half way under the dark burgundy pillow where she had chucked it. Ellie immediately turned back towards the man blinking her brown eyes up at him in hopeful reprieve that all, but read – 'Aren't you going to get that?'

Dean continued to bore his firm eyes into Ellie for two long rings before abruptly breaking it and marching around the girl to get his phone to which Ellie gladly stepped to the side out of his way.

"Don't you think for a damn minute we're done talking about this, young lady." Dean informed her curtly pointing a lazy finger in her direction, not bothering to look at her as he snatched his phone from under the pillow.

Dean flipped open his phone and a wave of bafflement came over him as his green eyes squinted at the tiny screen viewing a text message with two numbers that read '42, -89'.

Dean scoffed lightly in throat as a small smirk tugged at the side of his lip. "I don't believe it." He expressed as he was almost certain the numbers he was looking at were sent by none other than his old man.

Tonight was turning out to be a very strange and eventful evening. First Caleb contacts them and now his dad. Dean felt a rise of hopeful relief rush through him for the first time in weeks feeling the tension and irritation in his weary muscles ease as he finally received some reassurance and confidence that his dad was, in fact, alright. He would have preferred a phone call, but after hearing nothing for weeks, a simple text message was promising and he would take it for what it was worth. After receiving a whole lot of nothing from Caleb and Ellie, it was welcomed to finally gain a step in the right direction on something.

"What?" Sam questioned as he eyed his brother with curiosity, his eyes darting back and forth on just what got his brother's swift attention.

Dean slowly sat down on the edge of the foot of the bed as he eyed the tiny screen before him. "It's a text message. It's coordinates." Dean explained reveling in the idea that their dad was finally contacting them as he turned his head towards his brother giving him a small satisfied and optimistic smirk.

"Dad sent us coordinates."


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