Second Generation (Supernatural Sam x OC)

Chapter 23: The Things We Do For Love

"All right. So what's the big demon problem?" Sam shrugged turning to look at the hunters outside the door frame.

"You are." Bobby stated coldly, slamming the panic room door on Sam, and locking him in.

"What are you doing?!" Elliott pitched with shock.

"Hey, guys?" Sam barked worry thick in his voice. "This isn't funny. Let me out of here."

Dean took advantage of Elliott's surprise. Snaking his arm around her waist he held her close pulling her further away from the locked door, and a panicking Sam. The feeling of his firm chest along her back snapped her out of her shock. She threw her elbow back into Dean's stomach to loosen his hold but only got a grunt in return. His arm reflexively tightening and a growl of annoyance brushed by her ear.

"Sam?!" Elliott called out, clawing at Dean's forearm around her waist like a constrictor.

"Hey. Hey!" Dean hissed in her ear only holding tighter and slowing her struggles. "This is for his own good Ell. You saw what he did. What he's been doing." Her efforts began to deflate until Sam's shouts echoed from the locked door making her back go ridged.

"Hey! This isn't funny! Let me out!"

"Bobby, please?" She stopped struggling to shake her head at them large eyes pleading.

"It's detox Ellie. We need ta' dry 'em out." Bobby reasoned with a sad nod.

"He's right, Elliott." Dean loosened his hold around her, letting her go only to turn her around. His hands gripped her shoulders holding her at arm's length. Ducking his head down so he could make eye contact.

She bit her lower lip worrying it between her teeth, brow crinkled torn at what sense they were making. Sam drying out would be a good thing... but did they really need to lock him up like this?

Dean squeezed her shoulders, his eyes narrowed taking her in. Evaluating her emotional state. "Now are we gonna have to lock you in the upstairs bedroom to keep you from letting him out?"

Elliott scowled and shoved his hands off her shoulders. "Screw you Dean. This is not his fault." Dean straightened to his full height, bracing for a fight.

"Upstairs, the both of you!" Bobby ordered gruffly. She harshly shrugged off Dean's hold on her shoulders to follow Bobby up the stairs. Dean gave a grumbled sigh before he proceeded. Elliott flinched, Sam's shouts grew louder and angrier as the left.

"Now no one said it was his fault darlin. We just need to clear his system and to keep him from downing more. Which I am sure you can agree with?" Bobby asked pointedly once they were settled in his office.

Elliott looked down to her feet and nodded in agreement. Immediately the old man popped open a large plastic bottle of whiskey and poured it into three separate glasses. She took the glass he offered her and gratefully downed most of it in one go.

"-and you," Bobby now turned his pointed glare to Dean, who was leaning in the doorway staring down at his already empty glass. "Ellie loves that boy. She knows that he needs that junk outta' his system, so she ain't gonna let him out."

She ducked her head turning a little pink, at Bobby telling Dean she loved Sam. Sure she and Sam both knew it but they didn't really say it out loud.

Dean exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. He grumbled what Elliott assumed was an apology. Then made his way to Bobby's desk to refill his glass.

"Look, I'm not going to let him out. I know he needs to detox, but speaking from experience? Being locked down there, fucking sucks. There has to be a better way to handle this." She crossed her arms mimicking Sam's best bitch face.