#* abe.

can i get you something to eat, or drink ?

doe eyes glower, hostile and fierce and fiery as though he has said something rude. elia lets out a little huff. she knows it's not necessarily fair to respond this way to what appears, if anything, a genuine offer of kindness. but. but. if any two people have ever got off on the wrong foot, it is her and abraham march. he has distrusted her since the very moment sam plucked her off the road three years ago. she, in return, has not warmed up much to him either. she doesn't like the way he looks at her, for one, like she's a bad luck charm. or the way he always picks dean's side over sam's, even when he is clearly wrong. and although she cannot prove it, she's convinced he is the reason that sam and dean still refuse to take her on their hunts. but whatever her personal gripes with abraham, it is clear that both sam and dean love him. that makes him family. and maybe that's what truly bothers her. she's jealous.

sam and dean are off together on some mission. usually they would have taken abraham with them and left her in the bunker, but a mysterious illness has been plaguing her for the past few weeks. exhaustion, a slight nausea, dizziness, sensations normal to any sick mortal, entirely unusual for an immortal nymph. elia can't place it, though if she had to wager she'd guess that she's earned herself another olympian curse. regardless, sam's been so concerned that he wouldn't leave her alone for more than a few hours, constantly thumbing through books as if hoping to find some magic cure. it took abraham's reluctant offer to look after her to convince him to leave.

accented english flows from cherry lips. " i'm not a child. you don't need to babysit me. " another wave of nausea promptly rolls over her. she breathes in deeply to rid herself of the discomfort. " if you eat anything anywhere near me i will kill you. "

how did i die ? elia breathes in sharply and looks the other way. she had heard about it happening, abe dying and coming back, hell, she knew the winchester brothers had died and come back several times, but seeing abe drift into death was a different matter entirely. she wasn't used to mortality, had never seen death capture the spirit of anything but an animal. when she closes her eyes she can still see the blood, still smell it too. like rust or iron. seeing the light go from his eyes...

“ sword. it wasn't pretty. ” she feels sick saying the words. she had not realized how much she cared about abe before that night, how scared she was seeing the blade sticking out of his chest, blood gushing from the wound. the worst part of all had been dean's terror, seeing the way he had hugged abraham's body close to him, afraid that this time would be the day he did not come back. sam had been just as tense next to her, his body stiff as he held her to him, his grip just a little too tight. “ is that normal ? do you not always remember... going ? ”