→ ellen harvelle in 2.03 bloodlust
yeah, and hannibal lecter’s a good psychiatrist.
It was late. His nocturnal habits were rarely interrupted, seeing as those he worked with tended to work during the day. Really, the quiet evenings were a godsend. He could spend the evening perfecting recipes or catching up on the fifty years he’d missed with a mug of warm blood in his hands. Everything had changed so much since he’d died, since his wife had passed, since all hope of a family had been erased. But here he was now, and he had what he considered a family. Ellen and Jo. Dean and Sam. Family. Not a nest or a gang. A family.
This evening he wore his apron, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he experimented. Food, he found, was something that hardly ever changed with time. Everyone still loved hot chicken, even if it was a little different from his day. Cooking was a passion. Something other than bloodlust that he could focus on. Bloodlust and guilt. He’d been doing some research recently, looking into the Old Man, seeing if maybe he could track down his old nest, find that bastard and rip his throat out. But that was for another time, when Purgatory wasn’t threatening to destroy what he loved. He smiled to himself as he bustled about the kitchen until his phone rang.
For a moment his heart sank. The vampire cleaned his hands off on the hem of his apron and plucked his phone up from where it sat on the counter. Ellen… Had something happened? Shit. If something had happened and he hadn’t been there to prevent it… Cautiously he flicked open his phone.
"Hell-a?" there was a pause as he listened intently. Something was wrong with Jo? Well that didn’t sound good. He liked Jo. Benny nodded, scratching at his chin, "Ye, ye, shur thin’ Ellen. ‘ll be riagh’ ova. Yew jus’ hol’ on till I ge’ there, alrigh’? I won’ be loan’." With that, he hung up. It didn’t sound too urgent, but he was better safe than sorry. Turning the oven off, the vampire hung his apron up and rolled down his sleeves before pulling his coat on and heading outside.
His current mode of transportation consisted of an old run-down truck. It used to be a baby blue, but now it had a nice rusty exterior. In some ways it reminded him of himself. It roared to life and he quickly backed out and headed towards the Harvelle’s. Who was he to refuse help when they’d been so good to him?
Listening in to the periodic creaking of branches prodding out of the wall to surround herself and her mother while they shivered nervously at Ellen’s steps. The bubbly smile lifted at her crumb dusted lips fell to a flat expression at Ellen’s half heard exasperated comment. Fingertips rolled over the grooves of one round piece of cereal while she descended into fleeting thoughts before folding her legs neatly on the counter. Jo’s neck tilted at an extreme angle to examine the lone chocolate puff in her hands. “You’re not alone, ma. I’m right here.”
Gaze distant and wasted, it lifted to her mother. Confusion set in and the cereal crunched into power between her fingertips. Ellen spoke firmly into a receiver Jo was unable to see completely, her spindly branched digits wrapped around something dark and square. Her mother’s attention had moved onto whatever else she was speaking into. ”Hey…” The box of Cocoa Puffs whipped around wildly showering the leafy ground with more cereal. “Hey!” A childish lip stuck while she frustratedly called out to Ellen, demanding her focus to return to her. “I’m right here. I can hear you.”
Abandoning the now empty box and sliding off the counter, Jo marched up to Ellen grabbing her arm. “There aren’t any issues, ma? Are you crazy? You’re the one with the—” The hunter’s hands waved wildly over her own face to somehow describe the less than natural condition her mother was in. Leaning in to the phone at Ellen’s ear, she yelled into the speaker. “She’s gone blind, I swear it! I’m right across from her and she can’t see me with those goddamn red eyes of hers! Just ignore her! I got everythin’ covered.”
Her eyes following her daughter as she sat on the counter continuing to make a mess of the cereal that Ellen had bought her. The kid was not alright at all. The brown dust of cocoa flavored cereal fell to the floor unceremoniously. “Thanks,” The short word was punctuated with the clinking of the receiver.
The yelling in her ear wasn’t the most pleasant thing. Her mouth forming a hard line as she frowned. Eyes lifted to her daughter, she pushed her back keeping a hand on her shoulder to keep her standing. “Don’t you yell in my ear again, Joanna.”
She honestly had no idea what was happening to her daughter but it didn’t seem good. The mentions of red eyes was concerning. She didn’t know what the hunter would be able to do but she was glad to have help in case Jo needed to be restrained. If it got bad, she could call the angel but she didn’t know if Cas would show up on call. He wasn’t the most reliable guy she knew. She continued to hold her daughter’s shoulder, unsure if letting go would be a good idea. “What you’re seein isn’t real.”
→ ellen harvelle in 2.06 no exit
Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. and I won’t lose you too. I just won’t.
Following the Harvelle back through the hallway, John noted to himself how the surroundings looked. Pausing for a quick moment, he headed back into the small living area to grab the drink he sat down on the table before returning to the room Ellen had walked into. Some of the rooms he passed seemed hardly used, maybe a guest room or Jo’s, it didn’t really matter. All he knew from it was that the amount of time that the kid spent here wasn’t long enough for her to make a standing impact on the area.
The set up was nice, John had to admit. If people knew that when they walked into this bar that they had an fifty man arsenal above their heads, well, John would love to see their faces and how quickly they could put money on the table. It was an exaggeration of the supplies, but numbers didn’t matter too much to civilian when you have an assault rifle on the wall.
It reminded him slightly of his own set up he had in his locker, only without the memorabilia. It lacked the occasional Kukri and landmine that blended in with the seldom Science Fair award. It wasn’t supposed to be a storehouse of memories and artifacts. It was simply a stockpile of weapons, a way to provide for the group.
Still could have used something illegal.
Maybe a grenade launcher or a couple hand grenades.
"Decent collection, must have taken a while to put together."
"Did you have to buy most of these guns? You gathered them pretty quickly."
He didn’t mean to pry into how she acquired these weapons, but he was grasping for conversational topics that didn’t end up in a perturbing silence. Maybe it was a knack he had for deadbeat conversations, but he rather have people complain that all he talked about was guns and hunting than awkward tension.
She’d had the new building for over half a year, after getting the bar in working order and was able to pay for the things she needed she’d started spending the extra money on the guns. It was strange to think she’d settled in so quickly, it was still strange being on earth and not in purgatory if she was going to be honest with herself. Shaking herself form her thoughts she refocused on what he had said. “Most of them I bought, some were sort of gifted.”
Hunters left things. Some had partners and didn’t want to keep their weapons after it went sideways. Some didn’t want to stay in the business any longer. It was too rough for some. They all came in with that look, the one that people said soldiers had. A new darkness in their eyes after they’d seen more than they could handle. Something was broken in all of them to even want to go looking for the monsters hiding in the shadows.
She flicked the lights off, the room going dark with little warning. Spinning on her heels she headed back across the bedroom, eyes scanning it for a moment before reaching the door. She hadn’t settled in to the room like she had the rest of the building. It was strange sleeping on something soft even after so many months. She still couldn’t get a full night’s sleep in without waking up and grasping for a weapon. It was something she hoped didn’t show in the sparse room, the sheets nearly perfectly tucked under the edges of a bed she could barely use.
“You been doing anything besides considering a career in meteorology?” The words were thrown casually over her shoulder as she led him back down the hall to the living room.
The conversation remained shallow, something she was grateful for. She didn’t care to talk about anything much deeper than the events of the last couple months. They had a history together. Something that she was unwilling to bring up. It was difficult thinking of John as a friend after what had happened but he was still a friend.
Looking down at the counter while her cereal starts getting wet from the small container of half and half that she found in the cooler. Looking down at the food with a sour face cutting her eyes at Ellen for a moment then looking back down at the food. Of course she was right. She could have gotten caught and in big trouble.
" You’re right…I have not done many things like that in the past. I just look at Dean and others and I know I can be like them. I have a lot of vampires left to kill and now demons too I guess. "
She stabs her spoon into the bowl of drenched sugar coated goodness.Listening to it crunch and clink as the spoon hits the bowl bottom. Screwing up wasn’t supposed to be her job she usually left that to the adults.
"Fine no more things like that but it would be nice if someone could stop me from making stupid mistakes before I do them"
Krissy looks at Ellen with a mouth full when her eyes get wide suddenly. ” Sugar! this needs sugar seriously bad”
She nodded, glad that the kid was being reasonable. There was no logical need for them to steal when they could afford the basic necessities and more. She could supply the girl with whatever she wanted within reason. Food wasn’t a problem, a car of her own might be but it wasn’t often that Ellen left the bar, if she was going to it was to the store or important enough to warrant the girl going with her. “More than demons and vampires out there to kill.”
Almost choking on the last of her coffee she started laughing at the girl as she struggled with the cereal. It didn’t really need sugar, Jo always wanted something sweet, with a cartoon figure on the front. Ellen couldn’t really help but indulge her when she was around, it was the least she could do for her own kid. Stifling a chuckle, she shook her head with amusement, “Think the only one that can stop you from messing p is you. Sugars in the cupboard.”
Ellen refilled her cup with the last of the pot of coffee, her back turned to the girl for a moment, an amused smile still playing across her lips. “How much of a sweet tooth you got, kid?”
Seeing red right now. How could she do that? This is a hunter’s life isn’t it? Ellen was the boss here and Krissy respects her. She will have to live by Ellen’s rules if she’s going to be part of this group.
Letting her arms fall to her side and starring at the older woman for a moment. Her face is that of irritation but she says nothing at this moment in time. She doesn’t want to disrespect the woman in her own building. Krissy briskly walks behind the bar and kneels down rummaging through the dry cereal. She wasn’t in the mood for this right now but when you’re hungry you take what you can get.
She tosses the rolled up bag of dried goods on the counter that’s marked ” Jo’s” Making no more eye contact with Ellen she find a bowl and some milk.
"Thanks for the food. I was just trying to help out but it seems like I can’t do anything right"
Which wasn’t at all true because this was the first stupid thing she did. Even to Krissy she felt like she was acting childish but looking like rookie was a bad feeling and she didn’t know how to react.
The kid was a little misguided, Ellen could see that, but she wasn’t going to go easy on her. Breaking the law was not something she was going to tolerate at her age, the boys and Jo knew what they were doing and could avoid the law when they did anything unlawful. It was going to happen but Krissy was going to need to learn when it was appropriate and when it wasn’t. “When you got what you need here you don’t need to go out and steal it.”
She looked over her mug at the girl. She was young, seen too much for her age but who among them couldn’t say the same. They’d all seen and experienced things that no one should have to, but someone had to so it might as well be them. Still didn’t make it right that a girl Krissy’s age had been through what she’d been through. “Breaking the law isn’t helping. It’s unnecessary. Just don’t do it again.”
Dean was hoping to get at least a couple words in before Ellen grilled him, but he honestly wasn’t surprised that those were the first words out of her mouth. Ellen was furious, she had every right to be, and Dean knew deserved every bit of whatever was coming to him.
"She’s with dad." Maybe the news would be less severe if he started with that. "We just… don’t know where yet."
There was a chance that they were both doing fine, but the tone in Dean’s voice made it clear that he didn’t believe that. The hunter couldn’t even look Ellen in the eyes. He shook his head with a sigh, glancing off to the side. They were all a team, and it wasn’t Dean’s sole responsibility to babysit them all, yet as always, he couldn’t help but shoulder all the guild. ”It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let them go off from the group.”
She’s with dad
The words played over in Ellen’s head. Jo was with John. The man that had been with her husband when he had died. The man that she had trusted at one point to protect her family members, but couldn’t anymore. John was the only one probably with Jo and god knew where either of them were. Different scenarios started going through her head, different ways that it could have gone wrong. She should have known better than to trust the Winchester with her family again. Her teeth gritted together, hands knotting in the fabric of his shirt. “She’s where?”
She’s with dad. We just don’t know where yet.”
She didn’t want to think about John being the only one to have Jo’s back wherever they were. She liked John, always had, but it seemed to be a family trait, putting her family in danger. She’d lost both Bill and Jo because of Winchesters. John was supposed to look out for Bill, Jo hadn’t been the one the hell hound had been after it was a Winchester. It was part of their job, she knew that somewhere in the back of her mind but she couldn’t help but notice the pattern of Winchesters being the cause of so much grief.
It took everything she had not to hit him. He was right, it was his fault. He’d been the one leading them into the place. “What fucking happened?”
The dropping jaw could almost reach the floor. Her eyes followed the sandwiches as they made their flight into the trash can making a loud thud. Before being upset was going to set in Krissy tried to reason how safe they were to eat still. The empty tummy had been growling for a while and the delayed pleasure of pigging out on gas station food has turned into sheer disappointment.
"Did you have to throw them in the trash can? I’m really starving!" Krissy protests as she moves phones and keys from her pockets looking for her wallet then looks up quickly at the backpack remembering that her wallet WAS in there. Feeling a little helpless she drops her hands to her side and looks at Ellen wondering what’s going in the trash next.
She found the wallet in the bag without much difficulty. Tossing the bag back onto the table she started going through the wallet pulling out various cards that didn’t look like they should be there, credit cards, fake ids. After tossing the almost empty wallet onto the table with the bag she turned and opened a drawer, pulling out scissors. She cut up the cards, letting the pieces fall onto the counter. Without turning around from what she was doing she nodded at the fridge, “There’s food. Eggs or cereal, just clean up your mess.”
She placed the scissors back in the drawer and collected the sharp pieces of plastic to put in the trash with the breakfast sandwiches. She turned an eye on Krissy, her arms folded across her chest. “You don’t steal in this house, no fake card, no hotwiring cars, no paying for things with money you don’t have. If you want something you can ask.”
A clumsy “Woah,” wobbled out of her mouth as her mother had stood and turned without her realization. Stumbling back and away from Ellen arms Jo’s eyes widened once the to and fro of the room settled and her focus zeroed onto her mother’s face. Ellen’s lips parted as she spoke to expose a set of filed teeth while fragile hands extended out to her, and two red, plump pomes burrowed deep into doughy, ruddied eye sockets. Her brown hair frizzed out at the crown of her head and fell in matted wads garnished with flat yellow needled shaped leaves poking out of the chaotic mess.
A childish snicker bubbled over her lips into the air, “I’m feelin’ good. But you should check out your face.” Rotted earth reeked from her mother’s every pore. Gagging slightly and rapidly waving a hand in front of her face, Jo scampered off towards the counter. “Maybe you should take a shower.” Her balance had returned once the surrounding stopped lapping up against the ceiling. A line of divided coniferous trees had shoved themselves out of the wooden panels and it’s leaves, matching the ones stuck into her mother, littered the floor.
Greedy fingers swiped for the half eaten box of Cocoa Puffs and burrowed themselves in, pulling out an overflowing handful only to shove part of it to her mouth. Chocolate residue dusted around her lips, the remaining cereal trickled unnoticeably down to ground. “I feel like you should sweep too.”
Her eyes narrowed at her daughter. She had never seen Jo like this but she had seen other people under the influence of drugs. She didn’t know what had happened between the car and now but it was definitely something she was not happy with. She didn’t know what her daughter was talking about with the face thing, Ellen had cleaned up when Jo had. She chose to ignore it. The girl clearly had something in her system. She blinked at the cocoa puffs and the words that fell from her daughter’s mouth like the cereal to the floor. It had been a long day already but obviously it wasn’t going to end just yet. With a sigh she muttered to herself, “I can’t do this alone.”
She pulled the cell phone from her pocket and dialed Benny, the fry cook being close by and almost always available. She felt bad about calling him at such a late hour but she didn’t know what else to do. She’d never handed high people as well as she did drunk people, at least all they wanted to do was vomit and sleep most of the time. Ignoring Jo’s crunching of the chocolate flavored cereal, she waited for him to pick up. As soon as he did she spoke quickly with glances at Jo. “Sorry to be calling this late, I have an issue with my daughter. It’s been a long day and if you don’t min I’d like some help.”
It felt odd asking him for help but he had been a loyal employee and she thought of him as a friend. If something started happening to Jo, if whatever was in her system was dangerous, Ellen would need help. And she wasn’t so sure that Cas or Naomi would come to her aid if she needed them, though Naomi had promised she was still a busy woman.
Dean felt a huge sense of regret for taking on this mission at Lucifer’s crypt. It had sounded so promising at first. Gaining the artifact was supposed to be a win for the hunters, but in reality, the crypt turned out to be a major loss. At least, that was the way Dean saw things. Not only did he leave empty-handed, but he lost his father and Jo. Again. And who knows what even happened with Castiel?
But the angel and the artifact could wait. Finding John and Jo took the highest priority. They had to be alive somewhere. Dean couldn’t allow himself to doubt that for one second. He was focused on getting them back as soon as possible.
Though, he completely dreaded this next step. The hunter almost wished he could skip ahead straight to the fighting demons part, but he knew that wouldn’t be possible. He stepped out of his car and hesitated a moment, trying to plan how to proceed. Dean went over the scenario hundreds of times in his mind, but he still couldn’t decide the best way to begin. Whatever happened, he doubted it would go very well. It was best to just get this over with as soon as possible, so Dean made his way towards the entrance of the Roadhouse, completely unprepared to confess what happened to Ellen.
He stepped inside and glanced around, hoping to find the owner at her usual place behind the bar.
It’d been slow. Patience and waiting wasn’t one of her strongest points but it was something that she had spent almost a lifetime experiencing. She knew it would take days. The drive, the actual mission and the drive back ate up time like it was nothing. But the days moved slower than molasses, and she was getting anxious after she hadn’t heard anything, not even a phone call from Jo to know things had gone smoothly. The bar was nearly empty for a change, only one man at the end of the bar nursing his scotch. Ellen figured they were busy or trying to eat somewhere else since no one but Benny could cook and he was with the others.
When Dean walked in, she knew that something had gone wrong. She could feel it in ever bone of her body. The way he stood, the way he looked around for her, the way he didn’t have Jo with him. She rounded the bar, her eyes narrowed at the Winchester. She took steps toward him as she spoke, her voice cold and hard. “Where the hell is my daughter?”