I got Sam to help me decorate the room while Dean was out on a beer run. We set up the tree I'd bought and covered it with air fresheners and the lights I'd shoplifted. More lights were strung throughout the room and we'd gotten a "Happy Birthday" sign and crossed it out and written "Merry Christmas" on it in marker instead. Sam had even tracked down a beer can wreath that we hung up by the window. Sam had spiked the eggnog and I'd gotten my own separate so I could have the festive drink without the alcohol.
"Hey! You get the beer?" Sam asked when Dean arrived, holding a cup of eggnog out to him.
"What's all this?" Dean asked, looking around the room.
"What do you think it is? It's- It's Christmas."
Dean looked at me, then at Sam.
"What made you change your mind?"
"This was Ellie's idea," Sam dismissed him. "Here, uh... try the eggnog. Let me know if it needs more kick."
Dean took a tentative sip of the drink, coughing and looking surprised at the taste.
"No, we're good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... you aren't drinking this, are you?" Dean eyed me.
"No... No, I have my own drink."
We all sat down and exchanged presents. Sam had gotten Dean a candy bar and motor oil and me a new set of earrings. Dean had gotten him porn magazines and shaving cream and I'd gotten him a new lore book that I'd gotten Bobby to overnight to me. A little while later, after we'd watched the game, Dean and I slipped outside while Sam got ready for bed.
"When were you going to tell me?"
"I... wasn't. Dean, I didn't see the point. You're not going to be around when she's born and I just thought-"
"She?"
"I don't know the gender. But... it feels like a girl. Call it mother's intuition."
He stared at me, face stoic.
"How long have you known?"
"About two months. If I did the math right, she's due in July."
"Ellie..."
"I'm sorry, Dean."
We were both crying by then, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.
"I get it, Ellie Bear. I don't blame you for wanting to keep it from me. And I'm sorry, too. It's not fair to you to have to deal with this without me."
I didn't respond, just sobbing into his chest.
"Have you thought about names?"
"M-Madelaine Rose if it's a girl. James Alexander if it's a boy."
"I like them," Dean murmured. "Can I give you your present now?"
I pulled back from him, wiping my eyes and nodding. He took out a rectangular box from his jacket and handed it over to me. I swallowed hard, lifting the lid to look inside. It was a simple silver chain with a little silver heart with a cursive letter "E" on the front.
"Oh my God," I breathed.
"It's a locket," he smiled sadly. "You like it?"
"I love it, Dean," I smiled back at him.
"Here. I'll help you put it on."
He took the necklace from me and I swept my long hair over my shoulder as he fastened it in place.
"There. I love you, Ellie Bear."
"I love you, too, Dean. Merry Christmas."
We kissed, and I knew we both felt the underlying passion and sadness that went into it.
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After that, we dealt with a coven of witches that was apparently being led by a demon. Ruby showed up and saved our asses by saving Dean, who had been targeted by the witches, and distracting the demon long enough for Dean to stab it with Ruby's magic knife. She later confided in Dean and I that she couldn't save him from his deal and also revealed that all demons were human at one point.
Our next case was a little closer to home. Bobby was in a coma and in order to stop the bad guy, we had to drink a concoction of African Dream Root to enter Bobby's head and help him wake up. We enlisted Bela's help to get the African Dream Root, and while we were saving Bobby, she swindled us and stole the Colt. After that, we got stuck in this tourist trap and Sam and I had to relive Dean's death over and over. That turned out to be the work of the Trickster, pointing out that the demons would always rely on the fact that we were more than willing to sacrifice ourselves for each other, and they'd exploit that fact if given the chance.
It was weird, because I still felt like I knew the Trickster from somewhere, and I could have sworn at one point before he set things back in order, I saw a giant pair of white wings on his back briefly, but when I blinked, they'd vanished. We were now in what should have been Bela's room, looking for the Colt. I had even tried calling Brigham a few times, asking him if he knew anything about her, but he denied it every time.
"Any sign of it?" Dean asked us as we searched.
"Nothing. Are we sure this is Bela's room?" Sam asked.
"I'd say so," I answered, holding up two wigs.
The phone started ringing and we all shared a look. I walked over, picking it up cautiously.
"Dean? Sweetie, are you there? Or am I talking to his precious little Eleanor?"
"Where are you?" I growled.
"Two states away by now," Bela replied.
"Where?" I repeated.
"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it..."
Dean grabbed the phone from me, taking over.
"I want it back, Bela. Now... You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?.. Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder... I know I'm going to stop you... Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than track you down."
A moment later, police officers burst into the room, pointing guns at all three of us. We raised our hands in the air as they yelled at us.
"Hands in the air!"
"Down on your knees."
"That bitch!" Dean swore, the only one of us not facing the officers.
"Turn around! Now!"
The officers manhandled us until we were all lying down on our stomachs.
"Careful with her. She's pregnant," Dean growled at them.
"Sam and Dean Winchester, Eleanor Dawson, you have the right to remain silent," one of the officers spoke as feet came closer to us. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense."
We looked up to see the one and only Special Agent Victor Henriksen standing over us.
"Hi guys... been a while," he smirked.
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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...
