John went off by himself to Lincoln with a gun Dean found at a pawn shop. It looked similar enough to the Colt, that John thought it would at least buy some time while we used the actual Colt to go after the demon that night. We headed over to Monica's, the mother of the six month old that was supposed to burn on the ceiling, house to stake out the demon. The Colt sat on the seat up front in between the two boys.
"Maybe we could tell them it was a gas leak," Sam suggested. "Might get 'em out of the house for a few hours."
"Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean quipped.
"Yeah... We could always tell them the truth."
Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam.
"Nah," they spoke in unison.
I smirked, leaning my head forward to rest on the cool leather of the seat. The feeling in my gut was getting more and more unbearable. I still hadn't heard the familiar ringing in my ears, or the Voice, but I was getting close to being sick.
"Ellie? You okay?" Dean asked me, concern laced in his voice.
"I don't have a good feeling about this, guys," I said, not looking up.
"I mean, this is the demon we're dealing with, Ellie. Nothing about it is good," Sam said.
"No, I mean, I don't think this is going to end well. For any of us."
"We have to try and save that family, Eleanor. We can't just ignore this."
"I get that part, damnit. But... Gah."
"Ellie?" Dean asked softly.
I took my head off the seat, looking up at Dean and trying to stop myself from throwing up.
"Call John," the Voice said.
"Dean, call your dad."
"What?"
"Call John. Right now."
Dean pulled out his phone, dialing the number.
"Dad's not answering."
"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad," Sam suggested.
"Yeah, well..." Dean trailed off, glancing back at me.
Just then, the radio started chattering with static. The wind picked up outside and the lights inside the house began to flicker.
"It's coming," Sam said.
We all jumped out of the car, running toward the house. I still didn't have a good feeling about any of it, and I knew I was breaking my promise to John by not getting the boys away from the house as fast as I could. Inside, Dean fought with Monica's husband Charlie, who was swinging at Dean's head with a baseball bat. Dean easily took control, pinning him against the wall with the bat held to his throat.
"Be quiet and listen to me," he spoke sharply. "Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you."
"Charlie?" Monica called from upstairs. "Is everything okay?"
"Monica, get the baby!" Charlie yelled.
"Don't go in the nursery!" Sam shouted at the same time.
He and I rushed up the stairs while Dean stayed behind with Charlie.
"You stay away from her!" Charlie cried, struggling to get away.
Dean backhanded him, knocking him unconscious and getting him into a fireman's lift. Sam and I rushed into the nursery, just in time to see Monica sliding onto the ceiling. Beside the crib, a figure with glowing yellow eyes turned to look at us. I nearly threw up, clutching at my stomach, and Sam hesitated with the Colt grasped tightly in his hands.
"Rosie!" Monica cried.
Sam snapped out of his trance, raising the Colt and pulling the trigger. The demon disappeared into smoke and Monica screamed as she fell to the floor.
"Where the hell did it go?" Sam demanded.
"Not the time, Sam," I told him. "Get Monica out, I've got Rosie."
"No! My baby! My baby!" Monica shouted as Sam pushed her back out the door.
"Ellie's got her. Let's go," Sam said.
I wrapped the blankets around the infant in the crib, gathering her into my arms seconds before the crib burst into flames. We rushed outside as flames exploded out the nursery window. Charlie and Dean were standing on the lawn, and Charlie ran over, angry.
"You get away from my family!" he yelled.
"No, Charlie, don't. They saved us," Monica told him, tears streaming down her face. "I mean, they saved us."
She took Rosie from my arms.
"Thank you," she told us.
Devastated, Sam and Dean turned back to stare at the burning house while I dropped to my knees, actually throwing up this time. However, even then, the feeling in my gut didn't lose its intensity.
"It's still in there!" Sam yelled.
"Sam, no. No!" Dean shouted, grabbing onto Sam and holding him back.
"Dean, let me go, it's still in there!"
"No. It's burning to the ground, it's suicide!"
"I don't care!"
"I do!"
I looked up at the nursery window with them as the demon disappeared once more.
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I was leaning over the toilet back at the motel, continuing to throw up. The bathroom door was open so I could still be part of the conversation. Sam was staring at the wall numbly while Dean paced, listening to his phone ring out.
"Come on, Dad, answer your phone, damnit," he muttered, hanging up. "Something's wrong."
"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," I answered.
"Not now, Ellie," Dean growled.
"If you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this," Sam spoke.
"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life," Dean snapped.
"You don't know that."
"So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're damn right I am!"
"Guys," I called, but they ignored me.
"Well, that's not going to happen. Not as long as I'm around."
"What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon our entire lives. It's the only thing we've cared about."
"Sam, I wanna waste it. I do. But it's not worth dying over."
"What?"
"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing."
"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom."
"Guys," I said louder, but again was ignored.
"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."
Flushing the contents of the toilet, I tried to stand and head back into the other room as the two continued to argue. I leaned against the door jamb, just in time to see Sam slam Dean against the wall.
"Don't you say that, not you!" Sam hissed in Dean's face. "Not after all this, don't you say that!"
"Sam look," Dean began quietly. "The four of us... that's all we have... that's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... and without you or Ellie or Dad..."
"Dad," Sam repeated, upset.
He released Dean, walking over to the other side of the room. Dean remained where he was, taking deep breaths.
"He should have called by now. Try him again."
Dean flipped open his phone, dialing the number one more time.
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Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}
Fanfiction-BOOK 1 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ She was just a supplier's daughter. But not just any supplier. James Dawson, a name loved and respected both in her home town, and in the hunting community. They were her best friends until they stopped c...
