A/N: I know I was done with this story, but when I was asked for an epilogue, I thought it might be a good idea. So here it is. Hope you like it. :)
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It took one week for Dean to finally be able to leave the hospital, though it had to take longer. But Dean being Dean wouldn't and couldn't wait any longer and as soon as he felt strong enough to sit up and lean against a pillow for more than thirty minutes, he checked himself out, not caring about Sam's protests. Sam was right, though. It was nearly another torture experience to sit tight in the car for a long road trip to Bobby's place. Not that Dean would ever say it out loud, cuz no matter how right Sam was, he couldn't sit on his ass in a hospital, doing practically nothing. He needed to dig into something else, to keep himself and his mind busy. It wasn't long since John had died and deep inside Dean was still hurting remembering his last conversation with his dad.
Yeah, starting another job sounded good, he would take a light one, though.
"Dean."Sam's voice startled him."There's something I haven't told you."
"O God, that's SO not good. What's it about, Sam?"
"You remember telling me to call Ellen?"
"No way." Dean almost shouted."Now she will kill us both." he then whined ."Why in the hell didn't you call her?"
"I just thought it's not really necessary to tell her. I mean ,Dean, come on. The important thing is that job is taken care of, no one got hurt, so why should we tell her at all? "
"Maybe because she hates to hear it from some other sources and she would probably feel like that we didn't give a shit about what she had asked us to do." Dean retorted.
"Ah, you're taking it too serious. It was just a job like any other jobs, I'm sure it's not really that important. I just wanted you to know, so you wouldn't talk about it around her."
"Gee, thanks for letting me know... Just if you weren't driving my car-" Dean growled.
"I'm pretty sure she wouldn't care even if she knew." Sam said casually.
"Yeah, that's why you were so scared to call her."
"I wasn't scared."
"Yes, you were."
"She wouldn't care."
"She would."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
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"O God, No." Sam's voice and the engine dying sound brought Dean back to the world from his fitful sleep.
"We're here."Dean said when his mind recognized Bobby's place, he looked out of windshield and before he feel totally awake and ready, he found Ellen leaning against a beam in front of Bobby's porch.
"And so is she." he announced .
"I'm dead." Sam murmured .
"I thought you weren't scared. Oh and more importantly I'm pretty sure you insisted that she wouldn't care ." Dean said before opening the door, using his left arm since his right arm was hurting like hell and he couldn't move it much."Ellen, didn't expect to see you here."
"I bet you didn't." Ellen replied. "What's wrong with that brother of yours? He's using that car as a shield?"
"Uh-oh, leave my baby outa this." Dean said still leaning heavily to the car."Sam get out. Now." he ordered and then bent and whispered."Be positive, man. At least you didn't have to tell her."
Sam glared at him, before turning to Ellen and giving her a feigned wide smile ."Hi Ellen, it's good to see you." he flung open the door and got out.
"O yeah. I can see how enthusiastic you are, boy ."Ellen said back.
Dean sighed and sat back in the car, trying to reach the back seat and grab his crutches, knowing that it would last too long for his body to be able to take it. With a hard effort he finally get both his crutches and dragged them out and with their help he stood up again. Getting out of the car took supreme effort but he managed it.
"Call me if you need any help. Any of you." He informed and slowly started toward the house.
"I need help."Sam demanded instantly .
"Then get inside, cuz I can't stand here anymore."
Seeing Dean's struggle and his condition, Ellen's face softened ."Do you need help?"
"No, not really. It's OK. You can finish your assignment. Just let him bring the bags inside, before tearing him apart." he grinned.
"Whoa." both Sam and Ellen protested at the same time ."Watch your mouth you smart-ass."
"What? At least one of you should feel satisfied with what I said, normally it should be you Ellen."
"Yeah, well, excuse me if I don't feel content when you talk about me like I'm a werewolf. And speaking of werewolves -"she turned again toward Sam.
"Now, I'm getting inside." Dean pretended to be more determined.
"Damn, you look even worse than what I thought." was Bobby's greeting as he got outside of the house.
"Hello to you, too. You were thinking about me?" Dean smirked.
"You don't let me not to. Every time I think I'm gonna have some peace of mind one of you boys will call with one new sort of problem."Bobby helped Dean to sit down on a couch.
"I know. Sorry for that." Dean said genuinely.
"Shut up, I didn't mean it like that. I'm glad you do. I'll kick your asses if I ever find out that you've called someone else instead of me."
"Oh we will never betray you." Dean grinned again. "Anyway, what does Ellen do here?"
"You should've told her, you know?"
"Sam was supposed to do so. I though he had called her. We were almost here when he told me that he hasn't." Dean explained."Is she mad?"
"Of course I am. You didn't want to take the job, you could've called me and I would find someone else. " Ellen stepped inside.
"What's the problem Ellen. The job is done and nobody is hurt."
"Yeah but it's done by some bastard who thinks now I owe him. God, how could someone be tha idiot and selfish Bobby?" Ellen exclaimed ."That jerk acts like he had done me a favor and it has been my life that he had saved."
"I know, I know. Sorry, couldn't find anyone else at that moment."
"I just don't get why some of those bastards have chosen this life. All they care about is repute and pay backs."
Dean and Sam glanced at each other, having no idea what was going on.
"We did want to take the job, Ellen. Hell we're on our way. It's not like we've been taking a vacation ."Dean said dryly,feeling exhausted from the constant pain and weakness of his body. "We're sorry we didn't call you. Actually, we thought we could take care of both jobs, but turned out that even us are not that fast and good." he added with a grin, which even he himself knew was a poor attempt to lighten the atmosphere .
Sam rolled his eyes, still smiling seeing how his brother was trying to help him and ease the situation for him .
"I know you two weren't on any vacation. I know it has been really tough for you. I mean, look at you. You look like hell and it's what? Two weeks after the day you got yourself almost killed?"
"Yeah,something like that and hey, I don't get why everybody talks like it's me who wanna get killed. It's not like I'm suicidal. Not my fault if every damn evil creature hates me and wanna wipe me off of the face of the earth ."
"Tell me Sam, did that bastard hit Dean in the head too?"Bobby asked with a grin .
Sam laughed."Yes, but other than that, they say too much torture and pressure would do that to someone."Silently thanking Dean for lightening the atmosphere, he sat on th couch beside him.
"What?What was that?" Dean asked, sounding confused.
"Nothing. It just seems like you're getting a little poetic here." Ellen chuckled.
"Great, now I'm the target."Dean huffed. "Yo know what? I'm outa here." he pushed himself up.
Sam's face dropped as he heard it. He didn't mean to hurt Dean and didn't know what had caused that kind of reaction. But before he could explain, he found Ellen at Dean's side and Bobby talking softly."Dean, son. Hey, we didn't mean anything bad. We're just kidding. Boy, since when you got that sensitive?"
Dean burst out laughing, wincing when his broken ribs and battered back protested."God, O God. You should've seen that look on your faces.O Jesus." he kept laughing and pushed himself toward the other room."Sam would you bring me the first aid Kit?" He said before chuckling again."Priceless. Totally worth it."
The trio looked at each other bewildered before Bobby started cursing at himself for falling for one of Dean's trick. Ellen eased herself on the chair, smiling motherly.
Sam grabbed his duffel bag and walked after Dean, still confused.
"Leave it there, Samantha." Dean's voice came from inside of the room, and Sam could imagine the wide grin on his face.
"You're a jerk, you know that?"
"Say whatever that makes you feel better. Like I said, totally worth it." he chuckled.
"You need any help?"
"No, I'm just gonna change the bandages on my arm."
"What about your back?"Sam asked ready to walk inside.
"I said I don't need help, pull your nose out. My back is fine for now." Dean pushed the door.
"Fine, don't tell me I didn't offer."
"I'd be more glad if you stop offering, actually."Dean said. "Go and make sure Ellen is fine. Don't want her to be upset with us."he added.
"Alright."Sam muttered. Feeling guilty for not calling Ellen, he headed back to the living room, ready to apologize.
Inside the room Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, not able to stand any longer with his legs so busted, specially when he was about to start an agonizing task like changing the bandages on his burned arm. He quietly unwrapped the bandages, wincing when the fresh air contacted with his burned arm. Turning his arm to look at the wound, he cringed at the sight. Even though they had to do a skin graft on the main part, it still looked kinda terrible. Those parts that weren't hidden under the new grafted skin were still looking like a fresh burn, making Dean wonder if his arm was ever gonna look the same again.
A muffled gasp made Dean tear his eyes from the wound and finding Ellen standing at the door frame with a hand on her mouth and a look of horror in her eyes. Immediately bringing his arm down, he hid it from Ellen. "Have you ever heard about knocking? That's an amazing act before entering a room. "
"Sorry.I-" Ellen didn't find any excuse."Sorry, you're right."
"It's OK. Do you want something?"
"No. Just wanted to see if you need any help here."
"I'm fine. Thanks anyway."
"Boy what had happened to you?" Ellen asked, her concern wasn't something that would bother Dean. He didn't know why, he just didn't feel awkward and if he wanted to be honest he was feeling kinda relaxed and even happy. Maybe because he always wondered what would his mom do if she was around to see her boys get hurt and though he knew it was somehow cruel to want his mom suffer from seeing her boys hurt, deep inside he sometimes wished he could feel some hints of motherly love every now and then.
"I don't know what you've heard about our distracting case, but I wasn't kidding when I said it was no vacation." he smiled.
"No doubt. Let me help." Ellen offered.
"Oh no. It's OK, just give me a minute and I'll be out."
"Actually I wanted it to sound more like an order, something like this:'Let me help.'" Ellen said more firmly, although she couldn't hide her smile nor the deep concern in her eyes.
"It's not really a pleasant - "
"I've seen worse. Lots of hunters are around me, remember ?" She took Dean's arm and gently turned it to take a better look ."How did this happen anyway?"
"It's ridiculous, you can't imagine what a tiny lighter can do. " Dean shook his head.
she put the antiseptic on the burn and wrapped it carefully."Ah, God. I hope that bastard never leave the hell."
"AMEN."
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"I can't believe it. Ellen went inside and Dean didn't push her out. And now listen, they're actually laughing in there. I think I'm gonna go and see what's going on." Sam said, sounding a little annoyed.
"Stay where you are."Bobby growled ."Let him be, for a second. I know you want to help, but he needs moments like this. If he has let Ellen help him, then let them be alone for a while."
"I just wonder what did she do that I haven't."
"You can't imagine what Ellen is capable of .Besides, she's a mother, she knows well how to talk and make everybody feel comfortable or vice versa scared and respectful."Bobby handed him a cup of coffee.
"Guess you're right." Sam said thoughtfully, remembering clearly those times when neither Dean nor himself could talk loud with Ellen around. With that thought he heard the sound of Dean's crutches hitting the floor and then Ellen's voice still laughing and whispering something to Dean. He could tell Dean was in pain, no matter how hard Dan tried, he could read every line of Dean's face, at least most of the times. And to tell the truth, it didn't seem like that Dean was trying to hide anything at that moment, he was laughing, but the heaviness in his movement and pain on his face was obvious.
"What's so funny?"Bobby inquired.
"Bobby."Ellen declared.
"What?"
"No. Bobby." Dean emphasized.
"Bobby what? Quit repeating my name." he grumbled and got even more confused when Sam started laughing quietly."I should've seen this coming. You've chosen me, now?"
"Oh, right. Sorry, you don't know the whole story." Dean cleared his throat, sitting on the couch with Ellen's help.
"So, share it. Apparently I'm the only one who doesn't know about it."
Dean explained the Bobby story, making it sound even more ironic, defining Bobby and his actions, comparing him with Bobby.
"Great. I haven't done anything wrong and still I'm never gonna hear the end of it. What have I done to deserve this?" he groaned with folded arms."Glad you found it so funny. Apparently it has been helpful for you to get back your strength."
"Oh, you've no idea. I've waited SO long to tell you about Bobby. Man, you should've seen him. He looked kinda like you. Well, he was huge, so not similar in the size, but other than that..." Dean shook his head, chuckling."Sam, why didn't we see it sooner. They're practically the same person."
"Just the size..Though, it's not a problem really." Sam supported.
"I haven't seen him, but maybe you could do some exercises and beat him in the size, too." Ellen teased.
"No way. Don't push him hard, Ellen. It's not fair to him." Dean smirked.
"You want me to break that other leg of yours?" Bobby huffed.
"It's stabbed already. Wouldn't make much of a difference in my mobility." Dean shrugged with a wide grin.
"Then you will not have dinner, tonight. I'm gonna go and make it."Bobby grinned triumphantly .
"What?" Dean exclaimed. "You see, that was my point when I said you too were similar. You're just as mean and cruel as he was."
"Whatever. Fine with me." Bobby was the one chuckling this time.
Dean narrowed his eyes and again started laughing. "Yeah, whatever. Again, totally worth it. We came this long to see that look on your face and we did. Even if it means I'm not gonna get dinner."
"Oh you will, Dean. I'm gonna make it , cuz it has been a long time since the last time I had so much fun." Ellen announced.
"What? No. This is my house. I'm not gonna let you."Bobby gritted out.
"I'm more powerful." Ellen acclaimed.
"Dean, you're so dead."Bobby yelled from the kitchen.
"That Bobby was mute." Dean added joyfully.
"You're gonna join him."again Bobby's growl was heard.
"And he was just as powerless when it was coming to decisions."
Sam laughed, as Bobby appeared from the kitchen and threw a potato to Dean's head."Ouch." he rubbed his head when the potato hit his head in result of Dean dodging in time.
"You're getting slow there, little Sammy?" Dean chuckled at his brother.
"Not used to you dodging and letting me get hurt in the process ."Sam leaned back.
"So true. It's not like me. But you sure need a head slap once in a while."Dean then hit him in the chest.
"Ouch. What was that for?" Sam grumbled.
"For not calling Ellen and arguing with me about her not caring. I told you she would care. Needed to make my point totally clear."Dean shrugged."Bobby, did I mention he wasn't even possessed? He was all himself. Poor guy." Dean said aloud again.
"Shut up."Bobby grumbled again, his voice almost lost in Ellen's laugh. "No dinner for the rest of this week."he said louder .
"It was worth the waiting."Sam admitted.
Dean gave him a happy look and leaned back. Closing his eyes, he let the little true happiness set in and make the pains go away for for awhile. Life wasn't that bad after all.
'I agree Sammy, for the hundredth times, IT was totally worth it.' "We need more Bobbys in our cases." he then talked aloud drowsily.
"I'm not gonna discuss it. Just don't let him hear you."Sam tittered and following Dean's instruction, he closed his eyes and let the peaceful sleep grab him.
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-The End-
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A/N 2 : Alright, that's it and I hope you share your opinions with me. :)
I always wanted to add Ellen in one my stories. Guess I finally found the opportunity, and well, I liked it!:D..I think I may do that again!
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