Mercy ▷ DEAN WINCHESTER

ONE

"SO WHAT WAS so important that Sam and I had to race down here, Ellen?" Dean asked whilst stepping inside the Roadhouse, his brows raised in suspicion as he eyed the older woman before him.

Ellen said nothing and instead pointed at a figure sat at one of the tables by themselves at the back of the bar. As the two Winchester's watched the person in silence, they noticed that they seemed to be staring blankly at the seat opposite them. Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at their antics.

"You made us drive all the way down here just to check out some crazy chick?"

Ellen said nothing for a moment but then began to shake her head at Dean in discontent. "She's not crazy. But after everything that's happened to her over the past few days, I wouldn't blame her if she was.

Once Ellen had finished speaking, Sam and Dean turned round so that they were facing her properly. They instantly noticed how the older woman was sporting traces of guilt in her eyes, but they didn't seem to understand why.

"So who is she then?" Dean asked as curiosity got the best of him.

"Jackson Porter," Ellen began, ignoring Dean's question and making the blond man roll his eyes in irritation yet again.

"Last I checked Jackson was a guy. And that crazy chick over there is a chick."

Sam looked at his older brother and sighed before flashing Ellen an apologetic smile for his actions. Ellen didn't seem to care that much, but this was most likely due to the fact that she was used to Dean's sarcastic comments.

"Smooth Dean." Sam muttered under his breath before looking at Ellen and ignoring his brother. "We've worked a few hunts with Jackson. He's a great guy, a great hunter too."

"He was a great guy." Ellen corrected him, her voice slightly hostile yet full of sorrow at the same time. The Winchester's jaws dropped. "He was murdered five days ago, killed in cold blood by a group of demons. That crazy chick over there, that was his girlfriend; Violet. She watched them torture him and then they put him out of his misery. He got ripped to shreds by something. I have no idea what though, she won't say. Heck, she barely speaks."

As Sam and Dean listened to the story that Ellen was reciting, they couldn't help but experience a sharp pang of guilt in their hearts. Jackson was one of their friends and hearing about his gruesome death wasn't exactly nice. Then again, as a hunter you were never going to have a normal death.

Dean couldn't help but think about how Jackson had died. What Ellen had described sounded a lot like a hell hound attack. If it was then it meant that Jackson would've mostly likely made a deal with a demon, and Dean wanted to know why. But right now, his concern wasn't with Jackson and the deal he might've made, but rather with the pretty blonde sat on her lonesome at the back of the bar.

"Poor girl." Dean muttered whilst eyeing the blonde with a glum expression on his face.

"Hold on a second, I remember Violet." Sam quickly spoke up as his brain began to flood with information on the blonde. "I thought she didn't know that Jackson was a hunter?"

"I remember Violet too." Dean spoke up alongside his younger brother and earning his and Ellen's attention for a split second. The older Winchester was silent for a few seconds before a smirk began to tug at his lips, "She's hot."

As per usual, Sam and Ellen rolled their eyes at Dean's comment before Ellen proceeded to continue the conversation — once again ignoring Dean entirely.