sun ray, sam winchester

03 | WINCHESTERS' HELPER

ELENORA WOKE UP GROGGY. She slept like garbage the night before; waking up three times in the middle of night due to having a nightmare. Ever since that incident with the baby-napping spirit happened over two weeks earlier, she hadn't been sleeping very well. She was lucky that she had a baby to wake her up, because she was terrible at waking up on her own. Having somebody else that depends on you, makes it a little bit easier.

She groaned as she turned over onto her right side and forced herself to sit up. Rubbing her eyes, she stood up with a loud sigh as she made her way over to Noelle's bassinet, where the baby was crying. Lifting her into her arms to feed her, she climbed back into bed. She wouldn't dare to put the lights on at that hour in the morning.

After being saved by the Winchesters– for the second time– she did end up calling Sam, just like she promised. In fact, she called him the morning after they'd saved her and Noelle's lives. Ever since that day, she'd spoken to the two boys nearly everyday. She got along with them surprisingly well, considering her social anxiety made it hard for her to get to know people. They made her comfortable, comfortable enough that she was able to let them get to know her, and her them. Dean made her laugh– much to his younger brother's dismay– harder than she'd like to admit and Sam was impossibly sweet and caring.

It became routine for them to talk throughout the day, with them updating her on whatever hunts they were on, and her putting her two cents in. Hell, she'd even guided them in the direction of solving a hunt a couple of times. The endless stream of praise that she received from the two boys was almost comical, but she did appreciate it a lot.

Elenora grew up with a lot of friends; none like the Winchesters, however. All of the friends she grew up with were friends of all of her sisters, but with the boys, they were just her friends. It made them a bit more special to her. Of course, she had her best friend, Clara, who she owed everything to, as well. She wouldn't trade Clara for the world. Sometimes, she felt way too lucky that she had her in her life.

After she finished up feeding Noelle, she carried the baby downstairs so she could make coffee for herself. She wasn't a big breakfast person, so she mostly just skipped it. She set Noelle in a bassinet while she made her cappuccino.

Once she sat down on the couch with her baby, her dog, and her coffee, she decided to call Sam and Dean and see what they were up to. Sam never called her first in the morning, claiming he would "never bother a sleep deprived mother until she was ready to talk." Although, she would never be mad if he did call her.

Pressing the call button by his name never made her anxious like it used to the first few times.

He always answered after seconds.

"Good morning, Ella," Sam's smooth voice greeted her, just as he always did. The call was on speaker phone, so Dean could add his comments every-so-often, too. He said hello as well. "How is Noelle?" Sam tacked on.

"Morning, boys. Noelle is great." Elenora smiled. "Where are you off to today?"

"Fitchburg, Wisconsin. But I'm telling you, I don't think anything supernatural is happening there."

"Yeah, you probably missed something, that's why." Dean sassily spoke. Elenora could already sense an argument coming on. She was used to those; they would argue for a few minutes, while she remained silent as she drank her coffee, entertained at their brotherly banter, and then they'd realize she was still on the phone. They did the same thing everyday, you think they'd realize that she listened every time, but they never seemed to, because they only repeated themselves the next day.

"Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers – I couldn't find a single red flag." Sam explained. "Are you sure you got the coordinates right?"