Heart Breaker

I can't hate you

"Why couldn't Sam just leave well enough alone?" Dean growls, spinning around to Crowkey, "She's just going to rip hus heart out again." Dean slams his hand on the motel wall. Crowley flinches, terrified one day Dean will rebelle from him and this might be it.
"She was sick." Crowley points out, "You don't know, Dean, maybe it's just fate." Dean inhales sharply, blowing it out in a huff.
"That's disgusting. I hate her. I hate them. I hate them being together. I want her to be here." Dean sneers, "She's not like him anymore. She's like you. Like us. She doesn't deserve him."
-The Bunker-
"I don't deserve you!" Ella shouts, "You should hate me? Why don't you hate me?" Tears sting her eyes as she shouts at Sam. This fight had gone on for hours. She just wanted to sneak out... she thougth Sam was asleep.
"Why don't you want a family?" Sam retaliates, "You deserve family." Ella flinches at the word 'family'. She hates that word. She mates it more than anything.
"I deserve to die." Ella whispers, "Painfully and slowly. Easy and quick. Morbid or just a stab in the back. Anyway, I still deserve to die."
"No, you don't." Sam slams his hand down on the table, "Why do you always think you deserve bad things?" Ella looks down, a tear finally falling and splashing to the ground.
"Why do you think I deserve good things?" Ella asks, "Why don't you hate me? Why can't this all just be over? Why won't you just let me leave?" She looks up, eyes quickly turnong from sad to furious. The once icy blue eyes turn stromy and dark. If looks could kill, everyone in a twelve mile radius would drop dead. "I'm leaving." She turns her back to him. Her foot is outside before Sam calls to her.
"I don't hate you because I can't. I love you, Elles, and I miss you." He holds back tears. Ella turns around, her eyes going from angry to broken. Her eyes are the only part of her that tell the truther and Sam can't see them.
"Find someone new to fall in love with, Winchester." She snaps, holding back absolute pain that would've made it harder to say goodbye. Her voice would've broke, her body would've just slumped to the ground, and she would've stayed forever. Maybe in a different universe. She runs out the door and down the dirt road, knowing that if she pushes too far, she's going to pass out. She's running and running and she doesn't notice that someone is watching her from the woods talking to someone on the phone.
-Dean and Crowley-
"She's running away!" Dean yells, "Oh, that..." He's unable to say anything bad about her, "Dammit."
"Where to?" Crowley sighs.
"There's no place like home." Dean presses his phone to his head, "Zap us to Kansas real quick, we'll bring her back here. She doesn't hae a car, so that's a plus."
"What isn't a plue for you?" Crowley mutter, putting his hand on Deans shoulder and popping up in front of Ella, who crashes into the boys.
"Jesus Christ, Dean, give me five minutes." Ella snarls, "Everywhere I turn, there's a goddamn Winchester." Ella puts her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes and breathing heavily.
"Let's go." Crowley puts his hands on both the shoulders of Dean and Ella, popping them back to the sleezy motel room with strippers as the wall paper. Ella rolls her eyes, disgusted at the demons.
"Oh, yeah, because this is the best place to go when you want to pick up chicks and bang them." Ella says, sarcasm seeping through her voice, "Real nice, assholes."
"You've been crying." Dean points out to her red eyes, "That or you're stoned, but you've never done drugs."
"You're forgetting drunk." Ella sneers, "And yeah, I was crying. I'm guessing you know why and you're happy about it from the jackass smirk you've got plastered on your face."
"Great deduction skills, Sherlock." Dean claps, "But now, you have no choice but to hang with the bad guys."
"Fine." Ella sighs, "But you and Crowley are sharing a bed."
"Fine with me." Crowley smirks, " Squirrel over her is pretty damn attractive, if I do say so myself."
"Oh, shut up." Dean scoffs, "If I'm sharing a bed with anyone, it's Ella." He takes a few steps toward Ella to prove his point.
"Sorry, I said we were like siblings. Not we were siblings. You're with the king of hell." Ella points to the bed on the left side of the room, flopping down on the right one. "I'm exhauated. Let's go to a bar."
"Wait, you're not going to try to run?" Dean asks, "You know, you put up quite a fight last time I saw you."
"I'm trying to prove a point to Sam." Ella lies. She was, infact, going to run away after getting the two drunk and putting them to sleep. "He needs to learn that I'm not someone he wants to be with."
"SO you're going to hang out with his older brother." Crowley asks.
"How would you feel if you saw Cas sleeping with your older brother?" Ella smirks.
"I don't have an older brother." Crowey shrugs, "And my boyfriend would never cheat on me." Ella's eyes crawl over to Dean, a slow grin creeping up her face.
"Let's just go get some drinks." Ella snarls, pushing herslef off the bed and falling over, straight into Dean, "God dammit." She presses her hand against her forehead, it comes back sweaty and warm. "Did either of you do this to me?" She mutters.
"I think you should lay back down." Dean insists, "Please. We'll go get you real food and some water. You're sick." Crowley's eyes are trained on Dean. They reflect fear and worry.
"You go, Squirrel. I'll watch over the fox." Crowley smiles, pushing Dean out the door. Ella scrambles towards Dean, gripping on to his shirt.
"Don't leave me alone with him." She pleads, "God, please don't leave me alone with him. Please." Ella's legs buckle and she falls to the ground, sweat dripping off her lips, "This happens from time to time, let's just go get drinks." Crowley shouts a protests, dragging Ella up by the back of her collar. Ella squeaks as he whips her face to look him in the eyes.
"You're turning him against me." Crowley seethes, "Stop stealing my best friend."
"Dude!" Dean gently pulls Ella away, protecting her with a hug, "Come on, not cool! We're not teenage girls, we're grown men. Don't me shallow."
"But you're my bestie." Crowley pouts.
"Dean, my head hurts." Ella mumbles, "Is everything spinning for you?"
"Sorry, kiddo." Dean shales his head, leaning Ella against the wall. His voice is human and kind, not the gravelly, deep, emotionless tone he's had for sixth months.
"I think I have to..." Ella holds her head before springing out the door. She slams it behind her. Dean turns to Crowley, and his voice from before returns.
"What the hell, man?" He snaps, "She's sick, on the verge of passing out and you toss her around like a rag doll because you think she's stealing me? Have you ever thought that you stole me? She just wants her best friend back!"
"Look at you!" Crowley retaliates, "You're acting all human!"
"Remember Meg?" Dean raises his eyebrows, "She fell in love with Cas, so why can't I still care for Ella."
"Wait..." Crowley holds his hand up, cupping the other to his ear, "I don't hear puking anymore."
"Oh god." Dean bursts out of the motel and Ella is passed out, laying three feet away from the puke puddle, blood pooling away from her head. "Ella!" Dean rushes to her, "Crowley, grab a towel." His voice his once again human. Ella's eyes open.
"Ouch." She mumbles, "God dammit. I was trying to run away."
"Why do you wanna run away?" Dean growls, the inhuman part of his voice edging in.
"I'm scared you're going to hurt me." She nods.
"Ella, you should know that I would never ever ever hurt you. I will emotionally abuse you, but that's no different that before." Dean laughs.
"Then I'm scared in going to hurt you." Ella's eyes are so full of heart break and pain, "I'm slowly dying and you're here being a goddamn demon. Dude... if you or Sammy die... if Isabelle of Cas got hurt... if any of you four came home and you got a paper cut, I would hold myself back from setting fire to the paper."
"You don't know about Izzy, do you?" Dean whispers, "Elle, she died. The past year... well, angels were getting into fights. They were forming teams. She tried to make peace. They killed her. I'm sorry."
"Oh." Ella looks like a child, curled up in Deans brotherly arms while they wait for Crowley to get a towel. Almost on view the king of hell came back with a crimson red towel. Dean snatches it away, wiping off Ella's mouth first before balling up the towel to staunch the bleeding from her head.
"So?" Crowley asks, "Is she going to survive." Ella mumbles something incoherent, but you can hear the sadness heavy in her voice.
"Of course. I'm pretty sure she's just actually sick. Also, she's dehydrated, malnourished, and exhausted." Dean lifts her up.
"I can walk." Ella mutters, "I'm sick not dying."
"You're acting like you've been poisoned." Crowley snaps, "stop bein so dramatic and we'll quit being so supportive."
"You act as if you're fat head is being supportive." Ella snarls.
"I swear, one day you'll regret having a mouth." Crowley snarls.

"Cut it out, you two." Dean rolls his eyes, "Ella, take a shower. I'll just... do whatever."

"You do that, man." Ella clings on to the ways until she gets into the shower, "Thanks, guys." She wants to say it before she leaves again. This time, it'll a be impossible for her to come back.