kick it in the ass

Ellen Harvelle 40 years old Mom Hunter Resurrected.

[ellensharvelle]

Don't you hate John, even just a little, for killing Bill?

Of course I do. And I don’t. I hate him a lot, I hate him a little… I hate Bill for ever goin’ out on that hunt. I know that I would have done the same damn thing if I’d been in his position. Bill wasn’t the kinda man to leave a friend short of back-up and I wouldn’t have loved him any other way. I hate that demon. And I’ll get to feel however I want, on any given day

[ellensharvelle]

nxtalittlegxrl;

“And their bacon.” She smiled. She and her mother still had the same connection, the bond that let them know when the other was worrying or afraid. She didn’t know if it was a result of their close relationship all her life, or some hunter connection, but it was nice. It helped ease moments like this. “No. I really don’t. You were always good at getting what you wanted, with enough fierce looks and wrist-locks. I know you’d always come for me. And I…I’d do the same, even if I’m not very good at it. I never want anything to force us apart again. We’re the real mother-daughter dream team, right?”

“Sometimes sequels can be pretty good. Like Harry Potter.” She wanted a hundred more hours of time to just talk, to share and reconnect with her mom. To take her to find the Winchester’s and catch up. Even if duty called, she could be selfish for a few moments longer. “Speaking of…Starbucks makes a butterbeer frappuccino now. I haven’t tried it, but knowing it’s out there makes me happy.” She smiled, shrugging a little, though not enough to jostle Ellen away from her. “Way too many. And since half the residents are supernatural creatures, I don’t think they’d take a parking ticket too lightly, either.” Jo grimaced a little, ducking her glance to the ground. She wished she didn’t have to be the one to break the news. When she spoke again, her voice sounded stuffy. “Yeah, um…He got shot. They couldn’t save him. The boys were there the whole time, though.”

"And their bacon. Hands down." Ellen smiled back, feeling lighter than ever despite the circumstances surrounding their reunion. All that matter was that they were together, the rest could be worked out later either with logic or a shotgun- she didn't mind which. Letting out a laugh, she shook her head just a little at Jo's words. It was true that at almost every turn Ellen had tried to discourage Jo from winding up in this life, hunting but that didn't mean she hadn't watched her do just that. Of course there had been mistakes (rookie mistakes) and she'd gone running in blind, guns blazing while Ellen had to haul her ass outta the fire but...she learned. Jo learned. "You're just as if not more fierce than me, honey. You are good. Me neither. Let 'em try though, right? Nothing's gettin' past the dream team."

"Can't argue with Harry Potter. What kinda mother would I be?" Was it even possible to put into words how much she had missed her daughter's smile? Sure, she'd seen it in heaven and it came as no surprise that there she'd be with Bill, and their little girl who she never wanted to grow up but this was different. Good. Ellen would always see her as her baby, she would but at the same time she could see how much Jo had grown up. And... There was something else there too, behind the smiles but they'd have plenty of time now to talk. She wanted to sit and listen to her talk for forever. "Well I'll be damned... I hope they didn't bump the strawberries and cream for it though or I might have to kick up a fuss." Ellen nodded, taking note of what they were gonna have to deal with now in Sioux Falls. Then...Jo looked down and Ellen just knew it before she could even get the words out. Pressing her lips together, she blinked back what threatened to be tears before she squeezed her baby's hand. "Let's go get a drink."  

[katebeckett]

[ellensharvelle]

katebeckett:

note to self

[ellensharvelle]

celestixlgrace:

“It’s strange how all television turns to commercials after two AM. Aren’t there many humans still awake during the night? I know teenagers certainly are. Although why they would want to watch three minutes of a balding man chopping onions is past my capacity to understand.”

“Well I’ll be damned... If it ain’t the angel in the back seat.” How the boys had managed to swing a BFF from on high had always escaped her but you didn’t soon forget who you spent your last night on earth with. “Cas. Still strugglin’ to keep up with those pesky human things I see. To be fair, you never got to the good stuff. Sometimes you end up with a blender for life ‘cause you stayed up watchin’ those commercials.”

[ellensharvelle]

mrdickroman:

“Ellen, it is,” he nodded, staring her in the eyes for a moment, before going on. “Of course not, I want to last here as long as possible. After all, I just got back,” he commented quickly with a chuckle, adjusting his sleeves. At this point, he was done playing around, and was ready to lay it all on her. “Whether it’s a rumor a not, I personally wouldn’t mind seeing it actually happen. Seeing the humans or any of the other idiots walk towards the walls to leave… I love a good show,” he laughed giddily–almost sadistically. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not a problem, Ellen. It happens to the best of us.” 

"You just got back from where?" Ellen raised her eyebrows pointedly before taking a subtle step back, her hand moving to rest on the gun she'd all but just put away. Hunters got real good at being prepared- paranoid, for good reason- and from the moment he adjusted those sleeves, she knew something was off. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted her chin, there was no reason to get too trigger happy just yet. "Me and you got a real different feel for what qualifies as a 'good show'. Well, if you ain't human- and pardon my rudeness in askin'- what are you? Uh huh, I'll bet."

[ellensharvelle]

Are you gonna stop hunting again?

Is Jo? No, I don’t think so. If my baby’s gonna be out there puttin’ her life on the line for somethin’ she thinks she wants then I’m still gonna be right there beside her. I got out ‘cause of her, I’ll stay in for just the same. Doesn’t matter what I want.

[ellensharvelle]

papawinchxster.

John knew that he was absolutely deserving of every word Ellen would throw his way, that every punch that landed would never be enough to make up for all of his mistakes, and yet… As Ellen marched towards him, there was still a moment where he couldn’t help but think to himself, ‘This is how I die.’ The last thing he had expected was for Ellen’s arms to wrap around him, tight, like she was almost afraid to let go. On impulse he returned the hug, blatantly ignoring the ache in his chest, because… This was his fault. Bill had died on his watch and then he disappeared off the face of the earth, not even a single sorry sent in Ellen’s direction. And god, he missed her.

The moment seemed to last for too long and yet… not long enough, before she was pulling away and staring him down. He couldn’t help but let out an amused huff of laughter at that look, the one he had been on the end of more times than he could count. And just like that, it felt like John was fifteen years younger, making stupid ass mistakes on a hunt. “I’m sorry, El,” he said, completely genuine. He deserved this lecture- mostly because he knew just how much he deserved it. He remembered every time he declined a call, knowing all too well that it was Ellen searching for answers. Every single time he saw her calling and just let it go to voicemail. Which he would delete without even listening to. “I’m sorry,” he said again, for something different altogether. And he hoped she’d know what it was for, just by the guilt ringing in his tone. He wasn’t sure if he could say it out loud, even now. He couldn’t admit that Bill’s death was his fault. So instead he looked at Ellen like he had destroyed her world (and hadn’t he?) and he could only hope that he could make atonement.

"I know you are. I know, John." In the end, that was the simple truth of it. Ellen was entitled to feel whatever the hell she wanted about her husband's- about the love of her life's- death. She could hate whoever she wanted, blame whoever and she had. She did. But underneath all that rational irrationality, was the truth. Truth: John Winchester had loved Bill Harvelle. Truth: John Winchester would have done anything to take back that day. Truth: John Winchester was sorry, so sorry for her loss. For everything. She knew all of that, she'd made her peace with it a long time ago but that didn't make any of her feelings less valid. Right now, none of that really mattered. Right now she just wanted to be. Even if he was looking at her like that (and god, she could hardly stand it), she just wanted to be. Bill's loss was with her everyday but it was with him too, she could see that clear as day. He was so stupid. He shouldn't have pushed her away. Ellen closed her eyes for just a second, taking in a breath and absolutely refused to cry.

He was lucky she didn't smack him over the head again. There was so much more she wanted to say but she was tired, exhausted by the thought of it. How many times had she already yelled and cried and argued with an answering machine or just in her own head? No more, not today. So she tried for a smile and her head shook ever so slightly. "You know those boys of yours are still causin' all kinds of trouble here. I think someone wanted to get their attention real bad, locked us up in a bubble for it. They never can leave well enough alone," she was smiling properly now, "Remind you of anyone?" She took a small step back then, her hand briefly rested on his shoulder before she let go. "You seen them yet?"

[ellensharvelle]

papawinchxster.

John moved quickly. Sure, it had been over two decades since he’d hunted, but being dead didn’t seem to count. He remembered the movements the same way he remembered had to breathe and damn, if it wasn’t freeing. He was much better than Ellen could ever remember, had been doing it long since he dropped off her grid. “Outta the way!” He shouted at the civilians, causing the people to flee a little too efficiently. He grin lit up and he raised his bat, muttering, “Cotton candy coated collateral,  cotton candy coated collateral,  cotton candy coated collatera!.” He swung and took out the witch in one swift movement.

"Alright y'all, time to clear out! C'mon now, the show's over!" Her words were effectively punctuated by the warning shots she'd aimed up into the air and they were still ringing as the crowd made a break for it. It almost reminded her of clearing out the Roadhouse after last call. No scratch that, it was exactly like clearing out the Roadhouse after last call. Ellen had moved seamlessly, hardly making a sound when she didn't want to and she'd picked out the ones who hadn't reacted how they should have. The ones who weren't dressed up as circus extras. She had paused though. She couldn't help it- it was professional curiosity. Ellen hadn't hunted with John in... God, she didn't even know. But she still remember him making rookie mistakes, still remembered drilling the basics into him but now, well. He wasn't making any rookie mistakes. Cotton candy coated collateral. The sides of her mouth twitched despite herself but that was when she caught it, the movement she'd been looking for in the chaos and it was moving a little too close for comfort. John was certainly a spectacle and that was enough to draw the witch over his way but before they could get any kind of creative, Ellen had squeezed the trigger. "Hey! You missed one, hot-shot." When was the last time she'd smiled like that?

[ellensharvelle]

nxtalittlegxrl.

Jo laughed, the sound wavering a bit through her tears. “I don’t know, Canada? I kinda worried you weren’t going to come back at all, actually.” There was no one she’d missed more than her mother–understandably so, as she’d never really had to live without her guidance and support. It felt selfish to be so glad her mother was back, to be grateful for her being ripped from the grave, but that was where she was at. “Some people didn’t come back at all, so I guess we’re lucky.”

She refused to end the hug, to let go of the first real thread of security she’d felt since coming back. The world seemed even bigger and scarier when you didn’t have someone standing behind you every step of the way. “Yeah, he was, wasn’t he?” She didn’t want to ruin their moment with talk of work, of monsters and hunting and death. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s a lot to adjust to. Mom, really? C’mon. I’m so ashamed. They’re probably out there wondering what they ever did to make you so angry with them. I’ll bet they’re paying all their parking tickets and stuff, thinking you’re a debt collector out for their asses. That’s pretty much it. Everything we know is guess-work and assumptions. Except…Bobby’s gone, mom.”

"Canada. I do have a thing for their maple syrup. Jo...," she shook her head as she rested a hand on her baby's cheek. She knew that there could have been no guarantee they'd come back together, or at all. She knew that Jo was perfectly justified in her worries, fears even but Ellen was her mom and she was always going to tell her that it was okay. That she'd make it okay. Thing was, she was never lying about that last part. "You think anyone or anything'd be capable of holdin' me back once I caught wind that my baby was down here by herself? No sir. I'd have taken a few angels down with me on the way out if need be. Yeah, I guess you could say that, huh?"

She felt like her heart was going to burst. How many times had she got to hold Jo like this? Not enough. The answer was always going to be 'not enough'. "That's why it was the best one, sequels be damned." They couldn't just enjoy the moment, could they? It was impossible. They shouldn't have been back and Ellen still couldn't switch it off, that part of her that was still- would always be- a hunter. And Jo was still as goddamn stubborn. "They better. I hear this town's got enough problems without the Sheriff havin' to deal with parking violations. I like to think I was doin' the fine folks of Sioux Falls a favour," she winked before her face slowly fell, the weight of Jo's words sinking in. No... "That old sour-faced bastard..," only she could make that sound as affectionate as she meant it, "Do... Do you know how?"

[3cops-and-a-writer]

At least you’re honest.

[ellensharvelle]

mrdickroman.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Harvelle–or would you prefer Ellen?” He asked quickly, the same almost doll like smile never faltering from his face. “Oh, yes. If you go towards that border, probably even touch it, you go–boom! But what do I know? I haven’t tested that theory out. It could be all rumors,” he let out, having way too much fun with himself. “Bar… well,” Dick paused to look around once again, “I’m not too sure about that one. I couldn’t imagine that one would be very hard to find, though.” 

"Well you ain't mowing my lawn or doin' my taxes so Ellen'll do." She'd narrowed her eyes one more time just for good measure but look at him... This guy probably wouldn't know a vamp from a real big KISS fan. In other words, she was shocked he'd lasted too long in a town like this. There musta been more hunters around. "Right. I wouldn't blame you for not wantin' to test that theory mind you. Better Sioux Falls than sorry. Seems like a bit much for a rumour though, I don't think they're that desperate for tourism around here." Ellen let out another sigh, taking the whole 'resurrection' thing in her stride she thought before nodding and even trying for a nice smile. "There's a comfort at least. Uh, thanks for fillin' me in and sorry again. For the whole gun pointing thing."

[ellensharvelle]

wingedrosalie.

“it’s not too bad, honestly. i’ve definitely been in worse places than this.” she replied with a smile. and sioux falls did have her family, so she could deal with the bad parts of the town in exchange for that.

“guess so.” rose laughed, shaking her head. “nope, i don’t think you can get uninvited to this one, unless you want to blow up.” rose nodded. she wasn’t surprised by ellen’s reaction at all, she’d been close with the winchesters in the past, a new one would definitely be a surprise. “yeah, winchester. i’m sam’s daughter.”

"me too," she smiled back, fighting back the urge to laugh. it wasn't right to be able to talk so nonchalantly about those kinda things- getting shot, being trapped. ellen, sure, she'd earned her right to be jaded but this one was just a baby. of course with that thought she could practically hear jo chastising her.

"unless i wanna blow up, right. how could i forget about the best part?" a number of emotions seemed to pass over her face in a matter of minutes as she willed herself to process that information. sam's daughter. she had just said sam's daughter, right? shock, disbelief, just a tinge of sadness and a whole lot of confusion but... of-freakin'-course. why not, right? those boys never could keep her in the loop. "well alright, rosalie winchester. i guess it really is real nice to meet you then. and i... guess i know your daddy too."

[ellensharvelle]

princeofhellxazazel. 

“not even close. i wouldn’t come to this town even if i could leave. i’m only here because i was dropped here.”

“no? guess dakota ain’t for everyone. but hey,  there’s bound to be a club for that now- being dropped here. probably not long before the support group starts up meetings every other thursday. see you there?”

[ellensharvelle]

dianaxwinchester.

“I…” She was quick to wipe away her tears, quite embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” She said, and she wasn’t sure how to explain just what she was sorry for. “Honestly? Not really, I just broke up with my boy–my fiance.”

“Don’t be.” Ellen’s brow furrowed as she spoke- her fiancé?- but she went ahead and sat down beside her anyway. It wasn’t like she couldn’t remember what it had been like to be that young and that in love you wanted to... Be with them forever. “Oh, honey. Wow uh, that is big. Really big. Of course you aren’t okay. Did you- Are you sure that’s what you wanted? Not that you gotta tell me anything. I just- I hate to see you sittin’ here all alone with this. I- If it were my daughter...,” she let her words drift before shaking off the thought and offering a small smile, “ I’m Ellen. Hi.”

[ellensharvelle]

familiarbishop.

“Yeah, no kidding. I mean, I probably would have dropped it, but- he’s a professional and they were right there! Not even two yards!”

“He is a professional! Besides, when you’re on the other side of the TV, you’re practically obligated to make grandiose claims about your own football prowess. Not even... Head stuck up his ass when it oughta be on the field.” She paused then before letting out a laugh. “Wow, it has been a real long time since I watched football like this.”

[ellensharvelle]

mamacrowley.

“Yes, trapped. Can’t get out, stuck in town, big ol’ barrier blowing people up who try to leave.” If new people keep showing up here, she’s going to have to push that barrier out a bit. Maybe she should start putting up some signs: ‘NO ENTRY. BARRIER OF DEATH. DO NOT TOUCH.’ Might stop people entering, might stop this constant confusion. “You do?” Her train of thought was abruptly cut off, “That’s right, dear, now finger off the trigger and put that safety back on before you cause a scene. Just back from the dead or not, I don’t take kindly to bullet holes. Now, what were you saying? You know me?”

"How'd you know that, they put up signs? Or was it all you?" It was a flyaway comment and she was already exhausted with this entire day so hardly holding back on rolling her eyes, Ellen did click the safety back on and holster the gun. Letting out a sigh as her hands rested decidedly on her hips she couldn't help but think of-freakin'-course. God forbid she ever have a moment of peace. Her attention back to Ro... Ro-something (how could her attention not be on her?), Ellen quirked an eyebrow as something resembling a smile passed over her lips. "You don't forget the ones that cause a scene and you were right up there with the brawlers and big-game hunters," she said, shaking her head, "You were in my bar once. The Roadhouse. Big old sparkly number on you, you'd think you were gracin' us all with a visit from on high. Place didn't seem like your scene but Ash sure did seem to like you."

[timbradford]

I don’t cross the line. I put myself on it.