Heart Breaker

Maybe She Broke

Ella strolls into the bar, looking around at her happy place. Beers and poker. Fantastic. She takes a seat at the bar and orders an Whiskey. Once it's say in front of her, she chugs it and asks for another.

"Hey, sweetie." A guy plops down next to her, his teeth crooked and yellow, "What do you say we go out back and-"

"Get the hell away from me." Ella snaps, taking small spins of her Whiskey this time.

"Come on, darlin', let's go out for a party." The man slides his hand down her back, resting right above her ass.

"Fine." Ella rolls her eyes, jumping off the seat and dragging the drink off, he stumbles and she spins him around, pressing his arms against his back and tugging on it. The whole bar stops when they hear a loud crack and the mans shriek of agony. "I told you to get the hell away from me. Next time, you listen to me, asshole." She takes a seat, slams her whiskey and asks for another. Someone takes a seat next to her, chuckling.

"Well, that was... quite a show." The stranger snickers, his voice was really deep an gravely, like he eats dirt for breakfast.

"Move along, buddy." Ella sighs, the bags under her eyes clearly visible when she looks up at the ceiling.

"I'm not trying to make a move-" he laughs, turning to look at her, hands up like he was caught by the cops for stealing someone's purse.

"Don't even try it, man." Ella spins and looks at him, but she falters when she sees his face. His arms drop, along with his smile.

"Ella?" He sneers.

"Dean." She chokes on her whiskey, "Oh god, I gotta..." She jumps off the seat and throws some money on the counter, jogging out of the bar, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey!" Dean chases after here, "You're not even leaving a note this time?"

"I'm leaving. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here." Ella sobs, shakily grabbing her keys.

"Sorry, sweetie, you're not long anywhere until I get some goddamned answer." Dean runs up to her. Ella drops her keys, about to puke. The ground is blurry and when she finally picks up the keys, she has a hard time slipping them through the hey hole.

"Dammit!" Ella growls.

"You're drunk." Dean points out, ripping the keys out of her hand, "You're not leaving."

"Just... please." Her voice breaks.

"Besides, I'm still pissed you just left, bitch." Dean shakes, dragging her inside.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Crowley gasps when Dean nods at Ella.

"Screw you." Ella snaps, "Dean, I swear to god, I'm going to rip your goddamn heart out. If you let me leave I'll just... I'll probably die in a car accident like you want or whatever. Just let me go."

"I can see how that hurt Sammy. Just sit down." Dean throws her into a chair.

"You hate me. I understand. I just left before you even knew if I was going to live or not. I mean, I just checked into a hospital the next town over under a new alias, I was bleeding so much. Don't worry. I already feel like I need eight more glasses of whiskey. Speaking of." Ella waves a waitress over and hands her a hundred, "Just give me the bottle."

"Woah there, love." Crowley takes the hundred out of waitresses hand and makes the cut off sign, "You need to sober up."

"Screw you, asshole." Ella's sadness and guilt quickly turns into anger, "You don't care about me." She snatches the hundred and hands it back to the waitress. The waitress raises her eyebrows at Dean, who shrugs. She goes off and grabs the bottle and sets it down before leaving, shaking her head.