Feel Something

The gravel crunched beneath her feet as she made her way to the clearing. She didn't know where she was, or where she was headed. All she knew was her name. All she really remembered was that they were fighting the apocalypse, that she was attacked and...that was it. The confusion, the cloud that had settled over her mind unnerved her. Sure, she remembered her family, her friends. But she still would've rather liked knowing where she was.

A frustrated sigh escaped Ella's lips as she looked around. She was surrounded by trees, which meant she was probably in some woods...somewhere. She had no means of getting out, even if she did find a road. Though that was a problem she could deal with when she found the road. Right now, she was more worried about what, if anything, lived in these woods. She'd already patted herself down and had found, rather dejectedly, that she didn't have any of her weapons on her. Not even her hunting knife, which she knew she carried everywhere, no matter what. She knew she needed to find the Winchesters, or Bobby, or Jo and Ellen even. They would definitely help clear the confusion. Where they were, and how she would get there, were her main concerns at that very moment though.

@ Sophia Bush;
Dean had been hurting for a long time after Ella died. It was something that he could never get over. He didn't really try, deciding that he would never love anyone ever again. Of course Sam thought he should try but Sam didn't understand what he lost when he lost Ella. Nothing was ever the same and his heart yearned for her every single day. He buried himself in hunting, drinking and sleeping with women. Work had been hard lately due to becoming a demon, removing the mark and releasing the darkness. God was dying and he finally was able to reason with Amara. He was confused when Amara said that she would give him what he needed. He started walking, stumbling on a wooded area until he finally saw her. "Ella" he said softly, when he saw the woman he loved right in front of him. He was in shock as he made his way over to her. "Is that really you?" he then asked softly. He felt tears burning in his eyes as reached out for her. This had to be a dream that he was going to wake up from, this couldn't be real. "Please tell me this is real" he asked as he grabbed her hands.

Ella had turned around when she had heard her name and, for a solid second, she'd truly believed she was dreaming. But, then, Dean had walked over, reached for her, touched her. No, it definitely wasn't a dream.

"Where are we?" She asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. Her mind was still muddled, though she did definitely recognise Dean. She'd tugged her hands away from his and, pushing them into her pockets, she looked around and then back at him. "And how the hell did we get here? Last thing I remember is..." She couldn't complete that thought. She couldn't remember much, it seemed. Sure, she remembered faces, names. Most things she'd learned throughout her life, her hunting skills. But, somehow, she couldn't remember the last place she was in. "Why the hell can't I remember how I got here? Or where I was before this?" The frustration was evident in her voice and, if she were being honest, she was trying not to punch something inn frustration.

@ Sophia Bush;
Dean was still in shock as he watched her. Trying to process what had just happened but the most important part was that she was here and she was real. He frowned when she pulled away from him. “I’m not sure and we should probably sit down” he said as he walked to a park bench. He waited for her, green eyes watching her every movement. “You died Ella. You were taken by demons and they killed you.” He said softly, almost in whisper. He relived it almost every night in his nightmares. “It’s 2016. You died 5 years ago. The Darkness brought you back as a gift for showing her what she needed” he said as he continued to watch her, hoping that she was slowly remembering things now. He was happy she was alive but he also wanted her back but right now just her being here was enough.

[Sorry it took me so fucking long! ]

The confusion that was already evident on her features, deepened. She didn't remember dying, or where she had been for these past...five years? How could it have been five years? She was sure Dean was messing with her. "Where's Sam? Jo and Ellen? Bobby?" She was definitely being Punk'd right now. Her eyes almost flicked over the trees around her, wondering where everyone was going to jump out at her from.

"I just....maybe I finally had too much to drink. That's what it must be. That's why I don't remember the last thing I did." She was rationalising now, she knew. Yet, somehow, she could tell that what he was saying was true. She felt...different. A little less like herself. But she still, most definitely, wasn't ready to believe what Dean was telling her.