Ellen Harvelle (roadhousehbic) wrote in papillonlogs, |
Picking back up the beer of the table that she'd opened before Sam had contacted her, Ellen took a long swig from the bottle. When she'd finished, she stared down at the label, fingers picking absently at the corners of it until it began to curl ever so slightly. She glanced over at Sam and nodded.
"I got lucky, getting as long as I did," she admitted. "I can't say for sure why the bastard gave me all that time but I'm damn sure not going to waste it on regret." Because the fact was, Sam was right. Ellen didn't regret her deal for a second. She wasn't looking forward to keeping up her end of it, and would do everything she could to see that it didn't happen, but if she failed and had to own up to her part... well, she'd do it without a second of hesitation and clinging to the gratitude that she'd at least gotten the chance to spend some more time with her family before it all fell apart again.
With a heavy sigh, Ellen finished the rest of her beer then put the bottle back on the table. Placing her hands on her thighs, palms pressing into the denim jeans she wore, she stared at the empty bottle for a long moment before speaking again.
"I don't know if my deal's tied into here or back home," she admitted. "If I stay, fourteen years could mean the end of the line for me. I find a way home, though, I might get out of the deal, only to lose Bill all over again." She paused then added, "Then again, if Crowley's still wearing Bill back home like he was here..." She slowly looked over at Sam, the first sign of real doubt shining in her eyes. She didn't finish her statement, sure Sam would realize what she was saying. Either she stayed in Papillon, ran a risk of Hell in fourteen years, but had her family back in between, or she went back home, got out of the deal, and possibly let her husband spend the rest of his existence as nothing more than a possessed man.
Granted all of this hinged on them ever getting the choice of leaving or staying but Ellen knew, sooner or later, that option as bound to come. Nobody could keep this many people trapped for very long without something having to give.