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To Wander (Open, Multiple Threads Welcome)

Aug 14, 2007 21:45

Well, well, well... this place was something and she sure's hell wasn't about to drink like she had that first night in. She knew what she did and while she wasn't shamed by what she did, she was a little ashamed for getting so piss-drunk over something as trivial as her emotional state at the time ( Read more... )

open, john winchester, ellen harvelle

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killmeadynasty August 15 2007, 15:21:40 UTC

John had just come back in from a run, and was still breathing hard. He'd come back into the hotel from the outside, headed for the dining hall and a bottle of water or three. He'd never admit it, but he'd been pushing himself so hard even he was getting winded. Of course, he had two grown sons. Still. Didn't mean he was old.

It happened incredibly fast, though - he turned a corner and there she was. Same clothes, same dark hair, same casual "I'm-not-nervous-but-I-am" look on her face. It wrung surprise from him, though he knew it was nothing compared to how shocked she'd be. " ... Ellen?"

turnedmeout August 16 2007, 01:36:15 UTC

Her full attention was instantly drawn by the sound of his voice. No matter how much time passed, you didn't easily forget somebody like John Winchester and even if she hadn't seen proof of his death, well, his boys showing up at her door all those many months ago had been more than proof enough of the passing of that man out of their world.

Dean had mentioned he was here, but being told one thing and actually witnessing it was like apples and oranges.

"John.."

killmeadynasty August 18 2007, 00:40:43 UTC

Ironic that it was his blood running cold. She looked as phlegmatic as ever.

He said her name again quietly, going to look her over. "Ellen." She hadn't changed - a few more wrinkles around her eyes; a few more cares in her skin and bones.

He didn't dare touch her, not right away. He just stood there, letting her look him over. The first move was hers.

turnedmeout August 21 2007, 01:32:36 UTC

If Ellen had never witnessed the (barely concealed) pain in the eyes of this man's sons she may never have believed he'd died in the first place.

... At first glance, that is...

She eyed him more critically than she ever had, as if she was trying to decide whether or not it was actually him. She studied him to see what had changed in him... because there was change evident.

"Your Eldest said somethin' about you bein' back..." The woman commented with as much self-possession as ever. Her emotions masked and carefully stowed away.

" 'Course I didn't know you were gone until they wandered into my bar, lost as a couple of stray pups."

Despite how well they'd been trained in every way that counted that was exactly what they'd looked like to her, and she knew now, in hindsight, they never would've been caught so unawares that day if it hadn't been for grief and the uncertainty of 'Where do we go from here?' John had been all they'd known really... and they were all John had ( ... )

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