Deans daughter

Chapter 25

Ellie

When I woke up the next afternoon I was very confused as to why Jack was also asleep in my room, but I didn't really mind.

He hadn't come into my room for a few days, I figured it was because he felt guilty but he had no reason to be guilty.

I knew that they all blames themselves in a different way, but it was none of their faults.

They had to realize that sooner or later.

I decided that today I wanted to move, I wanted to get out of bed, so being as quiet as I could I grabbed the two crutches that were beside my bed and hoisted myself up.

I quietly hopped pass Sam and Jack, who both looked very peaceful, and slowly made my way to the kitchen, where dean was reading a newspaper and drinking coffee.

Once he saw me his eyes widened in shock, "What the hell are you doing out of that bed young lady?" He asked me.

"I'm sick of lying around."

"Are you in any pain? Because if you are and you're just not telling me because you want to get out of bed I swear I will kill you," he warned.

"The only pain I'm feeling is in my ankle and my rib sometimes when I move a certain way," I explained.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied and told me to take a seat.

I slowly hopped into the living room to sit down as the seats had backs on them in there so I could lean back while sitting down, which was much more comfortable.

Dean walked into the living room and placed a plate on my lap with pancakes on it.

"Can I ask why everyone was asleep in your room last night?"

"Well I had a nightmare so Sam came in to sleep on my couch so I wouldn't be scared and when I woke up jack was on the couch with him but I'm not exactly sure how he got there," i explained.

"Do you have these nightmares a lot?"

I bit the inside do my cheek, was I supposed to He honest and tell him I had them every night? or was I simply meant to say I had them every few weeks?

If I told him the truth then I'd just worry him but if I lied and got caught he'd never give me a moment of peace and he'd never leave me alone even when I said I was alright and meant it.

I decided I would just be vague "every now and then," I mumbled.

I knew for a fact Dean needed sleep more than anyone in the bunker, he was always up trying to help me and make sure that I was comfortable, but I think he would end up forgetting he needed to take care of himself too.

He was a great father though, I couldn't have asked for a better one. He was always there for me, always making me laugh and most importantly he was always buying me food.

"Next time you have a nightmare just come to my room and wake me up," he told me.

I nodded, but I knew that I would never go into his room for something as stupid as me having a nightmare.

He needed his sleep and I wasn't going to be the reason that he didn't get it. He did enough for me.

As silence overtook us I began to eat my pancakes, which were as good as always.

Dean stood up and walked away and I turned in the tv, turning on an episode of 'friends'.

I occasionally laughed at something that had been said. I was watching the episode where Ross went to China with the museum and Chandler accidentally told Rachel that he was in love with her.

Joey was especially funny that episode.

I heard footsteps coming toward me and I strained my neck to see Cass coming up to the couch. He took a seat beside me and a frown settled on his face when he saw what I was watching. He didn't like friends.

"Ellie, why don't you just let me heal you?" He asked. I had a feeling he would be bringing this up, he was always offering but I wanted to heal like a normal person, it was one of the only normal things I had left.

I shrugged, no matter what answer I gave to him it wasn't good enough for him, so I tried my best to just disregard his question.

One day he'd give up, then again the day that he gave up would most likely be the day that I agreed, there was no was I was going to manage another few weeks with his constant pestering without giving in. But now I could use my crutches to move around, which also meant that I could beat him with them.

How much fun was I gonna have hitting the guys with my crutch?

I wasn't going to do it to Sam because he was always there to help me, I was going to do it to dean when he was being stubborn and I was most definitely going to do it to Jack and Cass.

Jack wouldn't understand and It would be hilarious, and Cass wouldn't find it sore so that would be fun for me.

"Just let me," he begged. "No Cass, the only injuries I have left aren't that sore so I don't see why you would heal me, just let me be human for fuck sake," I snapped.

He rolled his eyes at my attitude and I diverted my attention back to the television, trying to avoid eye contact.

I immediately regretted snapping at him, he just wanted to help me and I was refusing it. But maybe he should learn to accept no as an answer.

After a few moments of sitting in an awkward silence he stood up and walked away. I groaned to myself, why did I have to snap at him? Now he was gonna be mad at me.

I stood up and tried to pick up my plate whilst holding my crutches which turned out to be harder than it seemed.

Eventually I got the plate in my hand and tried my best to get to the kitchen, but it was almost impossible to do with one hand being unusable and the other trying to balance me and hold a plate.

A frustrated sigh left my mouth as I dropped the plate, I threw my crutch away and fell to the floor, I hated being useless.

I hated not being able to do something as simple as picking up a plate, how stupid was I?