Deans daughter

Chapter 14

Sams p.o.v

I looked at him with shock, Jack, my jack was in love with Ellie, our Ellie. How could this be?
"Well that's... interesting."

He nodded his head, "I just thought I'd let you know," and with that he walked away. I sat down in shock, dean definitely couldn't know about this.

Ellie's p.o.v

I jogged through the woods, jack following close behind me and Dean in front of me, jack had a line of sweat on the collar of my shirt and I laughed to myself he obviously wasn't used to running as far as dean and I could. We slowed down and stopped and all you could hear was Jack and I panting. "Well that went better than expected," dean stated as he sat down on a log.

I caught my breath and sat down too, beside jack, who was still painting. "Do you need some water?" I asked with a giggle, he nodded and I threw Dean's at him, which he caught with one arm. "Thank you," He mumbled. I watched as he raised the bottles to his lips, he had great lips.

"So, what do you say, one more lap?" Dean asked. "There is now way in hell I am moving another centimeters unless it's back to the bunker," I exclaimed. "Alright lets go," dean mumbled. Jack let out a relieved sigh and I laughed at him. "Don't laugh at me," he grumbled. "Can't help it, and when we get back to the bunker you should shower, you stink," I laughed. "Oh really?" He asked with a devious smirk.

I nodded and he quickly grabbed me and held my head under his arm out as I struggled to get away, "no! The smell!" I yelled. I eventually got out of his grasp and slapped him in the back of the head, "don't do that you smell bag!" I shouted at him with a laugh. He shrugged with a victorious smile on his face, "oh well."

"Alright love birds come on, and Ellie you don't smell that fresh either," dean said, scrunching up his nose. "Like you can talk," I laughed again.

We walked back to the bunker to be met by a horrible sight, a bruised and cut Sam was unconscious on the floor, we all rushed over to him, "Sammy, Sammy get up, come on," dean mumbled, pushing on his chest.

"Come on, he's alive, let's just clean him up," I told him. Dean looked up at me, "he's losing blood, get the first aid kit, we need to wake him up."

I nodded and rushed into the bathroom where we kept the first aid kit. I looked into all of the cabinets, my heart beating fast, what happened to Sam? I had to keep a calm face for dean because I knew how stressed out he got over anything that went wrong, but on the inside I was just as scared as him. Being a hunter meant your life was always in danger, but sometimes I just wished they could be safe all of the time. I hated that I couldn't do anything to help them, I hated it.

I felt tears slide out of my eyes, why couldn't I find the damn first aid kit? Why couldn't I do anything? "Hey do you need any help in here?" Jack asked. I wiped my eyes and turned around with a short sniff, "no I'm uh, I'm fine," I mumbled. He took in my red eyes and I knew he knew I had been crying, "Are you Alright?" He asked me. I nodded gently, not wanting him to know how weak I really was. "Well dean really needs that first aid kit, so if you could just grab it so we can help Sam that would be great."

I nodded and took a deep breath, "I don't think it's in here," I stated.

He bent down and reached into the lower cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit, "it's right here," he said with a small chuckle. I felt my cheeks burn and I bit the inside of my cheek, "oh."

"Come on," he mumbled, he lazily draped his arm over my shoulder and we walked into the living room where dean had set Sam on the couch. "Here," I said, handing him the first aid kit. "Took you long enough," he grumbled as he grabbed it out of my hand. "You're welcome!" I said in a rude voice. I wasn't going to be too mean to him because I knew he was stressed but that didn't mean he could take it out on me.

I watched as he skillfully patched up Sam. I couldn't look at it, he looked so broken, he was just sitting there stitching up his younger brother, I felt horrible.

I stood up and walked to my bedroom, taking a deep breath as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I changed into pajamas pants and a tank top and then there was a knock on my bedroom door, "hey it's me, can I come in?" The voice of Dean asked from the other side of the door. "Sure," I told him. He slowly walked in and sat down beside me, resting an arm around my shoulder. "So, sams awake," he told me.

I nodded gently, "He's a little out of it but he'll be alright."

I stood up to go talk to Sam and find out what had happened but dean pulled me back, "sit with me for a minute," he requested.

"What's up?" I asked him. "Jack told me you were crying, you gonna tell me why?"

I shrugged, "it was nothing," I mumbled. He rubbed my back and smiled gently, "Tell me," he pleaded. "How do you do it? You see people die all of the time, and you kill monsters! How can you see your own brother like that and just be okay with it? I can't handle this life."

"Look kid, this world ain't easy, it ain't easy at all. There's a lot of ups and downs and sometimes it's hard, but I just gotta get through it, so do you. I'm not okay with it but I don't show that, it's just easier for some people to handle things."

I gently rested my head on his shoulder and he gently rubbed my back. "Thank you," I mumbled, "I Gotta go talk to Sam."

He smiled at me and nodded, I stood up and walked away.

I walked into the living room and saw Sam still lying on the couch watching the television. "Hey," I said, sitting next to him. "What happened to you?" I asked. "I finished a hunt, made it as far as the living room and passed out."

"Well you got cut up pretty badly, you hanging around for a few days?"

He nodded and I smiled, it was starting to get late and I really had to get to bed.