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Supernatural += Too Early for an Epitaph (Ellen Harvelle, PG-13, 490w)
» Title: Too Early for an Epitaph
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Major spoilers for 5x10.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Ellen Harvelle
» Summary: The angst-free, guns a'blazin version of the aftermath of 5x10.
» A/N: Written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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comment_fic. I think I could happily write an entire saga where Ellen smacks her way through the (corrupted) Heavenly Host, before being reunited with her husband and daughter, upon which the Harvelle Trinity is unleashed. If I'm lucky, somebody's already written this unbridled tale of awesome.
When the roar of the explosion faded and the veil of the world fell away, Ellen found herself standing alone in the long street outside.
At first she thought she’d been saved, but the supply store behind her was untouched, no hint of the destruction she and Jo had wrecked before they went down in a blaze of glory.
And then there were the angels.
The street was cold and quiet, mist rolling off the slick pavement still wet from a recent storm. Ellen stared down the two men in trenchcoats waiting in the middle of the street. They shimmered with an inner light that made them shutter like ghosts and that memory inspired no calm or sweet relief when they smiled and the one on the right held out his hand.
“You served well, Ellen. It’s time to come with us now.”
There was only one angel Ellen trusted and he wasn't here. She slid into a wider stance, looked over her shoulder down the street and noticed two more angels approaching at their own ease.
“Where’s my daughter?” Ellen asked.
The first angel’s smile was indulgent and he beckoned her patiently. “Come with us, Ellen.”
That was not a good sign.
Ellen should have been at peace, she should have been walking through pearly gates by now with fat winged babies nagging welcome in her ear. Even without witnessing the resignation in Castiel’s eyes, the struggle on Earth had told Ellen that the Heaven of hymns might have only been a dream.
She didn’t want to go with these angels to find out. Not alone.
“Where’s my daughter?” Ellen asked again and when the angel stepped forward, waxen smile in place, she cocked the shotgun that shimmered into her hands. She whipped around, turning it on the angels at her back. They halted, looked at each other and then looked to the angel who spoke for all of them.
His smile froze and Ellen caught the curl of lightning at his fingertips. “How did you do that?”
Ellen stepped back to keep the four angels in her sights. “It’s the last time I’m going to ask, Cherub, so let’s make it the third time lucky: where is my daughter?”
The angels looked at each other and Ellen thought they were going to wisen up to give her an answer, but on the tail of that thought the left two flew at her. They shifted in a motion of light as sun shafts through blinds in the morning, she shot twice and the eruption was like thunder. The angels' death screams were swallowed by the rolling aftershocks of that shotgun, trembling the foundations of the false buildings around them.
Ellen trained the weapon on the remaining two and a thrill went through her seeing them tensed, dangerous and ready to fight.
Nobody was going to keep her from her baby.
Ellen cocked an eyebrow. "Well, come on, boys."
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Major spoilers for 5x10.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Ellen Harvelle
» Summary: The angst-free, guns a'blazin version of the aftermath of 5x10.
» A/N: Written here for
ryuutchi in comment_fic. I think I could happily write an entire saga where Ellen smacks her way through the (corrupted) Heavenly Host, before being reunited with her husband and daughter, upon which the Harvelle Trinity is unleashed. If I'm lucky, somebody's already written this unbridled tale of awesome.When the roar of the explosion faded and the veil of the world fell away, Ellen found herself standing alone in the long street outside.
At first she thought she’d been saved, but the supply store behind her was untouched, no hint of the destruction she and Jo had wrecked before they went down in a blaze of glory.
And then there were the angels.
The street was cold and quiet, mist rolling off the slick pavement still wet from a recent storm. Ellen stared down the two men in trenchcoats waiting in the middle of the street. They shimmered with an inner light that made them shutter like ghosts and that memory inspired no calm or sweet relief when they smiled and the one on the right held out his hand.
“You served well, Ellen. It’s time to come with us now.”
There was only one angel Ellen trusted and he wasn't here. She slid into a wider stance, looked over her shoulder down the street and noticed two more angels approaching at their own ease.
“Where’s my daughter?” Ellen asked.
The first angel’s smile was indulgent and he beckoned her patiently. “Come with us, Ellen.”
That was not a good sign.
Ellen should have been at peace, she should have been walking through pearly gates by now with fat winged babies nagging welcome in her ear. Even without witnessing the resignation in Castiel’s eyes, the struggle on Earth had told Ellen that the Heaven of hymns might have only been a dream.
She didn’t want to go with these angels to find out. Not alone.
“Where’s my daughter?” Ellen asked again and when the angel stepped forward, waxen smile in place, she cocked the shotgun that shimmered into her hands. She whipped around, turning it on the angels at her back. They halted, looked at each other and then looked to the angel who spoke for all of them.
His smile froze and Ellen caught the curl of lightning at his fingertips. “How did you do that?”
Ellen stepped back to keep the four angels in her sights. “It’s the last time I’m going to ask, Cherub, so let’s make it the third time lucky: where is my daughter?”
The angels looked at each other and Ellen thought they were going to wisen up to give her an answer, but on the tail of that thought the left two flew at her. They shifted in a motion of light as sun shafts through blinds in the morning, she shot twice and the eruption was like thunder. The angels' death screams were swallowed by the rolling aftershocks of that shotgun, trembling the foundations of the false buildings around them.
Ellen trained the weapon on the remaining two and a thrill went through her seeing them tensed, dangerous and ready to fight.
Nobody was going to keep her from her baby.
Ellen cocked an eyebrow. "Well, come on, boys."