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Five Talks Ellen Had With Alec
by jinnifanfic (jinnifanfic)
at June 23rd, 2007 (02:27 pm)

A/N: Sorry I've been so out of it lately. Life got busy. Will be extending Alec month into July, to make up for it.

Title: Five Talks Ellen Had With Alec
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things DA belong to James Cameron, et al. All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al.
Notes: Part of the Alec Winchester Verse – http://community.livejournal.com/alecwinchester
WARNING: Spoilers for future events in the AWV.


Alec never told Sam and Dean, but Ellen hadn’t just let the ‘brothers’ comment go without a fight. They had to have noticed the way that she was watching him the whole time they were in the Roadhouse that first time. Had to have seen the curious, appraising, cold look she’d given him.

What they didn’t know, what they couldn’t have seen, was that she’d taken him aside just as they were leaving after reporting back from the whole Clown Fiasco.

“I don’t know who you are,” she said in a quiet, firm voice. “I don’t know where you came from or what you’re doing with those boys. Hell, you do look like you could be Dean’s much younger twin.”

Alec nodded. Neither a confirmation nor a denial.

“But let me tell you this,” Ellen continued. “You hurt either of those boys and I will personally hunt you down and make sure that you don’t breathe another breath.”

That was the point, Alec thought later, that he started to like Ellen just a little.


He was drinking. Drank. Drunk. Drunkenining.

Damn, he was wasted. Even his body couldn’t metabolize alcohol quick enough if he was slugging it back like water. Speaking of –

Alec picked up the half-full tumbler of tequila, drinking it down. It didn’t even burn anymore and the taste was almost pleasant. He’d already drank far too much for it to even faze him.

When the glass was empty, he set it back down on the counter. Possibly a little too hard. He could suddenly feel Dean’s and Sam’s eyes on him, wondering if he was going to be okay. The moment they’d stepped into the Roadhouse, he’d told them to just leave him be. Let him deal with this in his own way.

And they had.

Thank fuck for brothers that knew when to back the hell off.


Alec looked up, bleary-eyed, at Ellen and nodded. He held out his glass, watched as she topped it off.

“You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

Grunting, Alec drained a quarter of the glass. Bitterness, a slight sting. Nothing more. Was this what being numb felt like?

If so – why did he still feel so much?

“Is it working?” Ellen again. She hadn’t moved from her spot behind the bar, right in front of him.

Alec frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

At least, that’s what he was trying to say. The words came out slurred and barely coherent. That didn’t stop Ellen, though. She nodded.

“Sure you don’t.” Her voice was soft, comforting. A smooth drawl that slipped over his skin like a warm blanket. That part of him that wanted to shake it off and finish dealing with this in his own goddamned way was overshadowed by the part of him that desired nothing more than to wrap that voice around himself and drown in it until the pain went away.

That poor kid. Not even six years old. Pink dress and pretty little bows. Playing in the backyard when twilight had set in her neighborhood when the demon dog they’d been hunting found her.

Pink dress, turned red with blood.

So much fucking blood. He could still smell it, way back in his nose, like it was permanently stuck there.

“This sucks,” he muttered.

Ellen snorted and gave him a tired, understanding look. “That’s life for you. Sometimes it just plain hurts.”



Alec turned his attention from watching Jo’s backside to the angry looking woman standing next to him. The swallow that worked his throat was reflexive more than nervous, he told himself. “Huh?”

“She’s all I got left in this world, Alec,” Ellen whispered fiercely. “Don’t you dare take her away from me.”


Love was a funny thing.

Alec hadn’t meant to fall in love with Rachel so long ago. Caring about her definitely hadn’t made his life easier and had only brought pain on more pain on more fucking pain. Love was one of those fucked up emotions that ended up hurting you in the end.

He’d never meant to fall in love with Jo. Not with her momma lurking in the background, a bar full of protective hunters every time he breezed through town. Love could only hurt.

So, this thing with him and Jo, he hadn’t seen it coming. Still didn’t know when it had happened or why it meant so fucking much.

“Well,” Ellen glared at him from across the bar. “Since you obviously didn’t pay attention the last time we talked – you better listen up this time: hurt her and you die.”


There were arms around him, holding tight. Like they were afraid he’d sink away if they let go. Just fall right through the earth to Hell itself. For all Alec knew, they were right. The very bottom of his heart and soul was dark as he watched the casket lowered down into the ground.

Beloved daughter, the inscription read.

Beloved would have summed it up.

Pain clogged his throat, making it tight. He swallowed thickly, tried to pull out of the arms that were around his waist, one on either side. Didn’t need to look to know that it was his brothers that held onto him, held him up, made sure that he didn’t follow her down, buried under the clods of earth that would be shoveled back in.

His vision swam, and then she was there.

Alec didn’t have any more clue what to say to Ellen than he’d had the night they brought her the news, took her to the body.

“Don’t.” Ellen’s voice was rough with grief. “It wasn’t your fault. Goddamn it, I wish it was. I wish I could hate you, blame you for taking her away from me to lead the kind of life she did. But I can’t, Alec. This wasn’t anymore your fault than it is mine. I raised her around all of this… it was all she knew.”

No, Alec wanted to argue. It wasn’t all Jo had known.

She’d known how to love. How to care. How to be that fucking bright spot in the darkness.

And now she was gone.

“I’m going to find the thing that did this to her,” Alec heard himself saying, the words ringing true if not completely dead. “And I’m going to make it pay.”

The corner of Ellen’s mouth tilted up in a sad smile.

“I remember hearing another Winchester say something like that to me once.”



Posted by: pen37 (pen37)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)

And there you go, making me like Jo ;)
Good fic, btw. Is this AU, or foreshadowing?

Posted by: Jen (tthjinni)
Posted at: June 25th, 2007 05:49 pm (UTC)

Per the tag - this is official AWV canon. *grins* Don't worry, though, Jo and Alec will get *some* happiness together before I rip them apart.

And, I'm so sorry for making you like Jo. I never mean to do that to people.

Posted by: pen37 (pen37)
Posted at: June 25th, 2007 08:15 pm (UTC)

I actually don't dislike her. I just feel like she wasn't very well developed in the show. Her character had a lot of potential, and I feel like It was really kind of wasted. So I'm always happy to see someone write her well, and make me like her. Because I'm really kind of ambivilant to cannon Jo.

Posted by: I will call her George (strangevisitor7)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2007 08:31 pm (UTC)

Alec with Jo. Now that is an idea I can get behind. I have always liked the potential of Jo and the last one really got me.

Posted by: Catherine (slytrn_heir)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2007 11:18 pm (UTC)

Damn it. You're planning on making me like Jo aren't you? Hopefully that last one was AU? Alec's been through so much already.

Posted by: Jen (tthjinni)
Posted at: June 25th, 2007 05:50 pm (UTC)
Alec - Lazy/Tired

No, it's not AU, sorry. But there'll be happiness for the both of them before it gets to the angst. And that's a long ways down the road in the AWV, anyway.

And, sorry. I never *mean* to make people like Jo. It just ends up happening.

Posted by: just another fruit loop in this bowl called life (keyweegirlie)
Posted at: June 24th, 2007 09:39 am (UTC)
Jensen in Devour

Ok, first of all I've always loved Ellen, so yay!

Secondly, you made me really like Jo...and last of all....you made me get all teary eyed because of Jo. You big meanie!! *giggles*


I posted some of those CK icons I was telling you about by the way...

Posted by: Jen (tthjinni)
Posted at: June 25th, 2007 05:51 pm (UTC)

I'm so evil like that. Making people like an utterally unlikeable character. Bah. Did I misspell those words? I'm so sick and my meds are making me loopy. Ah well.


Great icons, btw. I still need to go snag some. And, yes! I saw the tongue ones! You're evil. In a completely awesome way. I ***HEART*** CK. Why does Kane never come play in this area? *sniffles*

Posted by: just another fruit loop in this bowl called life (keyweegirlie)
Posted at: June 25th, 2007 08:14 pm (UTC)
Chris Kane (blues)

You're evil in a good way...just like me. *giggles* I'm sorry that you're not feeling well, I hope you get better soon.

Oh, and thanks about the icons, I'm glad you liked them. I &heart; Chris, but I actually ADORE Steve just a bit more...*sighs*

Why does Kane never come play in this area? *sniffles*

Tell me about it! I live near Seattle, which is technically a LOT closer to LA than any place in the UK, but they never come here and always seem to go there. *pouts*

Get well soon.

Posted by: lori_leaf (lori_leaf)
Posted at: April 23rd, 2008 08:47 pm (UTC)
Alec Smile

Yay a crossover! How did I manage to miss this? Wonderful story. I've always loved Ellen. I've always loved Alec. Put the two of them together, and voila! Instant awesomeness. I love your word choices for Alec "drunkening", hee! It was a great mix of the humor in with the heartbreak. Lovely story. Thanks for writing!

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