Dean stepped aside just as his brother returned.
"Who's she?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. "Don't know. But she is rude."
She frowned. "I'm right here. Ella McKinney. And you're Sam and Dean." Upon their surprised looks, she added, "I take it upon myself to know things. And you two have quite the reputation. Now I gather you have something you're doing. I'm coming."
"No you're not."
Ella tilted her head slightly with a devious glint in her eye. "I am, and you won't stop me."
Dean glanced at his brother who shrugged. "Fine. But I make the rules."
"Sure, honey." But she said it in such a way that let him know she wasn't about to let him take charge of her.
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They drove off and pulled up to the Roadhouse Saloon in the beat-up, poorly maintained minivan.
"This is humiliating," Dean said. "I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!"
Sam glanced at his brother. "It's the only car Bobby had running, as Seri said."
They looked around and Sam called, "Hello? Anybody here?"
"Hey," Dean called. "You bring the, uh-"
"Of course." Sam tossed something to Dean, who caught it.
They opened the door and went inside. The saloon was quiet except for a fly buzzing. A lightbulb blew out. They went to the back and saw a man passed out on the bar.
"Hey, buddy? Ella?" Sam called. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."
"Yeah," Dean and Ella agreed.
Sam and Ella went into a back room, looking around. Dean went down the steps, and Dean paused as he felt the point of a gun touch his back.
"Oh, God, please let that be a rifle," Dean said.
The gun cocked and the blonde girl replied, "No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move."
"Not moving, copy that. You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do..." He turned fluidly, grabbed the rifle and cocked it. "That."
Jo punched him in the face and took back the rifle.
Dean doubled over, clutching his nose. "Sam! Ella! Need some help in here." He began muttering, "I can't see, I can't even see."
The back door opened to reveal Sam and Ella, both hands on their heads as they entered slowly.
"Sorry, Dean, we can't right now. We're a... little tied up," Sam said.
Sam nodded, indicating Ellen, who was behind him and Ella, handguns pointed at their heads.
Ellen looked between them. "Sam? Dean? Winchester? Ella McKinney?"
"Yeah," the three replied.
"Son of a bitch."
"Mom, you know these guys and girl?" Jo asked.
"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys and another hunter." She lowered the gun and laughed. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo."
Dean smiled at Jo and she looked at him. "Hey."
"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean asked.
Ellen handed Dean a small towel filled with ice. "Here you go."
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Saving Ella
Misteri / Thriller"Find Ella McKinney." That's all his father had said. And Dean Winchester had no idea where to start. But when she shows up at a mutual hunter's house, his search is made easy. Ella, however, has secrets that they soon find out are come due in a sh...
