Hell-bound | Sam Winchester

Ch.5

I rubbed my eyes as i woke up, peering over at the clock on my wall. 10:00am. For a second, i wondered if the past week had been a dream, it hadn't. John died a week ago, Sam and Dean have been staying at Bobby's for the past week on the couch and the spare room.

I got in the shower and wash my hair briskly, towel drying it once I'm out and put it into two french plaits. I then did my makeup as I usually do and put on some leggings and a slight crop top again, showing just my belly button and a denim jacket over the top. I run downstairs to see Bobby is sat at the table with Sam, eating some toast. I walked out the door and saw Dean. "How's the car coming then?" I ask Dean as I reach the badly damage Black Impala. "Pretty slow" He replies and comes out from under the car. "Need any help?" I reply. He smirks slightly, "You? Under the hood? Nah, I'll pass" he replies. I shrug and Sam approaches us.

"Need anything else Dean?" Sam says as he stands beside me, he has this look on his face, almost looking sympathetic? Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, Stop it!" He says looking towards Sam "He's been doing this all morning" he directs at me. "Stop what?" Sam answers back, looking slightly confused. "Stop asking me if i need anything, stop asking if I'm okay, I'm okay. Really, I promise" Dean says with a slight pissed off tone in his voice. "This is between you two" I say and turn in the other direction. "Come get me if you need me" and with that I run back into the house. "Those boys" I say to Bobby as i roll my eyes. "Tell me about it" Bobby replies slightly sighing. Sam walks in moments later. "I just want to make sure he's okay" Sam sighs sitting at the table. "We know, but you know Dean. He likes to keep to himself most times. It's what he does best" Bobby replies standing up and putting his plate in the sink. "I'm going to go out for a few hours, AJ text me if you guys leave" He says and walks out the door. "So... What you going to do today?" I ask, starting to wash up the pots. "Well I think me and Dean are going to investigate this voicemail our dad got" he nodded. "Cool" I answer, knowing what was going to come next. I begin drying and putting the pots away in their place as Sam piped up again, "You going to come?". "Sam..." I sigh. "Just give it a try, for Bobby. He's doing the best for you. I know you don't see it right now" He replies. I exhale deeply "Fine" I reply. "But if I get myself, you or Dean killed, you should all be ashamed of yourselves" I say waving a wooden spoon at him. He holds up his hands and laughs "Sure AJ". 

I send a text to Bobby saying we were leaving for a while and go to a minivan-type car and we all climb in, Dean in the back. "I hate not having the Impala!" He sulks because he has to sit in the back. Sam laughs and I begin the journey. "So where are we going? and why?" I ask as Sam reads the map and gives me directions. "Found this message on Dads phone" Sam says before playing the voicemail. 'John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me'. 

"OK? So do you not know this Ellen woman?" I ask. "No idea" Dean replied as he shook his head. A few moments went by before Dean piped up again "This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!". "It's the only one we had Dean!" I replied rolling my eyes. "Come on Dean, be grateful" Sam replied and Dean just sat back and exhaled loudly. "We're here" I say as i pull up right outside the roadhouse. We all hop out and start wandering around. We eventually get to the door and Sam calls out"Hello? Anybody here". "You bring... the, uh" Dean says turning to Sam before he cuts him off "Of course". Sam throws a small object at Dean and in no time we were in the saloon. I see a toilet off to the side of the room and head over that way. 

After I finish in the bathroom, I washed my hands and opened up the door. "WHOA" I hear to women shout and see two guns pointed my way, my hands instantly flew up in the air and i screamed. "Who are you" One of the women shouted. "Sam, Dean... Little help?!" I say starting to get nervous as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other repeatedly.  "Sam? Dean?.. Winchester?!" The older one asked. "Yeah" They reply. "Son of a bitch" She replies. "Mom, you know these guys?" The younger one said. "Yeah... I think these are John Winchester's boys" She chuckles and both lower their guns. "I'm Ellen, this is my daughter, Jo" The older woman says smiling. "This is AJ, Bobby Singers daughter" Sam says, gesturing to me. "Ah. I didnt realise Bobby had a daughter" Ellen replied slightly confused. "Uhm... He adopted me, like 5 years ago" I nodded my head. They invite us to go and sit down at a table to have a chat.