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You stop the engine once you are in the driveway of your home, the same house you shared with him not long ago. You hesitate for a few minutes, playing with the keys in your hand. If only he was here, you think for yourself before taking a deep breath and opening the door. The dark surrounds you while you close the door behind you, leaving your keys and purse on the side table to then walk towards the counter leaving the take-out food on it.
“[Y/N]” his voice coming out of the by shadows.
It would never stop to amazed you how he pronounces your name, so soft and so intimate. You sigh resting your hands on the counter, closing your eyes trying to stop the tears that want to get out desperately. “What are you doing here, Elijah? You made it clear you wouldn’t return” you question him before turning to see him.
“The truth of the matter is…” he says, taking his hands to his trousers’ pockets and standing straight, “I still have feelings for you and no matter how hard I try,” —he drops his gaze momentarily to then fix it in yours— “a part of me just doesn’t want to let go” he declares. “[Y/N] I give you…”
“Don’t you dare to finish that” you interrupt him with crystal gaze and anger in your voice, “we both know that as soon Klaus needs you, you won’t hesitate to leave everything behind” —you sigh— “including me, to run to him.” You closed your eyes trying to stop the tears at their edges. “I can’t do this anymore, Elijah” you sob, opening them again. “Please leave” you beg him.
He walks towards you and stops a few inches away, enough for you to inhale his scent. He leans over and deposits a kiss on your head. “I will leave for now.” He lingers close to you a few more seconds to then announce you: “I love you [Y/N] and that is why I have to leave” he confesses before walking out of the door and disappearing in the night.
You know you should’ve told him before, but you know him better than himself; if you had mention it, he would have been torn between choosing his brother and his unborn child.
“We’ll be fine” you say, moving your hand to your abdomen. You take your phone out of your pocket and call the only one you could count on now.
“Are you alright? Where are you?” he picks up alarmed.
“I’m fine, New Orleans” you rush to answer his questions. “I need a place to stay for a few months” you continue.
“Say no more, your room is still the same way you left it” he expresses.
“Thank you, Dean” you say relieved.
“That is what family’s for, we will be waiting for you” you hear him say before ending the call and walking upstairs to pack and go back to Lebanon, Kansas.
You rush to pack up the most essential and everything that could be used to track you down.
You look back through the rear mirror, glancing one last time at what you have called your home with Elijah these last months. -It’s better this way- you say, before starting your way back to your brothers, the Winchesters.
You reach Alexandria, wishing you could keep driving and be far away from New Orleans, Elijah and the chaos that came with being a Mikaelson, but you need to think of the safety and wellness of your child. You decide to spend only the night in Alexandria, stopping at the first motel you saw, and to continue driving at the first light of the day, obviously after breakfast.
“A room for the night” you say as soon you get to the manager office, cap over your head and a big hoodie covering you, making sure to avoid the surveillance camera that was pointing to the door.
“Card or cash?” the old man behind the counter asks while removing the room key off the board keychain.
“Cash” you respond. No way to track you that way, for anyone.
“60 dollars and I need an ID, sweetheart” he grins at you. You place your ID and money on the counter “Room 10 for [Y/N] Winchester, 2nd floor to the right”
“Thanks” you utter, taking the keys and ID from him and following his directions to your room.
Once you settle on bed, your phone starts ringing. You look at the name on the screen and pick it up.
“Hey Sammy” you greet him.
“Dean mentioned you’re coming back, is it true or he’s just playing with me?” The hope in his voice makes you smile.
“It’s true Sammy, I’m on my way. I’m spending the night in Alexandria but will hit the road first thing in the morning after breakfast” you assure him.
“It’s everything alright?” he asks concerned. He knows you after all and even if he was the youngest, he had always been the smart one.
“It’s complicated” you confess.
He chuckles. “I’m starting to think that word means Winchester”
You chuckle back. “Yeah, I think you’re right” you mention playing with the sheet of your bed.
“Alright, be safe. See you when you arrive. Love you [Y/N]”
“Love you too Sammy” you add before hanging up and plugging in your phone next to the Colt M1911A1 that Dean gave you before departing.
Standing in front of the house, Elijah notices that your car isn’t in sight and that the curtains you always keep open are closed. He walks to the entry, using his key to access the house. Looking around the first floor everything was as usual but there was no sight of you.
“[Y/N]?” he calls you from the stairs but no respond. He vamp-speeds to your room to find it completely empty; the closet without a single piece of clothing just like your drawers. The only clothes left are his, with the only exception of his dark blue dress shirt, your favorite. He takes a seat on the bed, taking his head in his palms. If only I had fought for you, he thinks for himself.
He raises his gaze at the sound of the entry door and vamp-speeds downstairs, only to appear in front of his sister. “What are you doing here Rebekah?” he questions, confused and disappointed.
“I came to see [Y/N].” She looks around. “Where she is?” she asks, setting once again his sight on her brother.
“She is gone” he announces, sad and avoiding eye contact with her, “and it seems to be my fault” he adds, taking his hand to his trousers’ pocket. “I apologize Rebekah”
“What happened?” she questions him, crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you let her go”
He looks at her. “If I admit to you that it’s complicated, would that suffice? Or, are you determined to torment me throughout this endeavor?”
She shakes her head. “Did you push her away?”
“I came last night to arrange things between us, but she asked me to leave and so I left” he vaguely explains.
“And she was gone when you returned.” He nods.
“We should go,” he told her walking to the entrance. “There’s nothing for us here anymore” he concludes, looking around one last time before leaving the house.
It takes you more than you wanted to arrive to the bunker, but finally you are back.
“I’m home” you shout as soon you are inside, your voice followed by the sound of footsteps.
“[Y/N]! Glad you made it kiddo” you roll your eyes at Dean.
“I’m not a kiddo anymore” you say while walking down the stairs.
“You’ll always be to me.” Taking the suit case from you, he pulls you into a hug “I missed you [Y/N]” he whispers in your ear.
“I missed you too” you whisper back, hugging him.
Sam takes your bag from your shoulder and pulls you apart from Dean to crush you to his side “Glad you’re back.” He releases you a little to look at you. “You’re staying longer this time, right?” he inquires.
“Definitely” you smile, pulling back from him. “Where is Cas?” you ask after looking around the room and not seeing the angel with the trench coat.
“I’m here” he appears in front of you, looking directly at yourself. “There’s something different about you [Y/N]” he notices, squinting his eyes while scanning you.
You smile nervously. “I can assure you Cas, the same old me I was when I left. I did cut my hair though, must be it!” you rush to say.
He shakes his head “Perhaps it is.” He gives you one more look then adds “Welcome home”
“Come on,” Dean says, passing his arm over your shoulders, “unpack and refresh yourself and we will be waiting for you in the kitchen.” Dean walks you till your bedroom door.
“See you in a few” you say, taking your suit case from him and dragging it inside.