Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does.
So, here's the deal. This story is basically Evy involved in my favorite episodes from season 12. I picked some of my favorite episodes and wrote Evy into them. This first chapter deals with the first two episodes of season 12, where Sam, Dean, Mary, Castiel, and Evy are all looking for Sam after he's been kidnapped by Toni. In this chapter, while helping to search for Sam, Evy deals with her feelings toward Mary.
I'm marking this story as in-progress because I'm not sure when I'm going to add anything to it. I'm re-reading my favorite novel, Stephen King's IT, before the movie remake comes out in a few weeks. That book is a monster (no pun intended) and I would like to read it again completely before going to see the movie. I also start school on Monday, so I decided to go ahead and put up what I already have.
I thought it was time to reveal my inspiration for the Evy stories. I started writing Evy about the time my relationship with my dad started to deteriorate. I want to say first that I do not hate John the way he's portrayed in the show. I think he's insensitive to Sam and unappreciative of Dean, but I do think he tried as hard as he knew how to to be a good dad. But Evy's relationship with John mirrors my relationship with my dad. The specifics would make for a very long story all on its own. But basically my dad is distant, hasn't had any contact with me for a while by his own choice, and doesn't seem to realize how what he does hurts me. Sam's relationship with Evy mirrors what I wish my relationship with my dad could be, and what it used to be like when I was little. Dean's relationship with Evy reflects the relationship I have with my stepdad. I don't get to see him often, but when all the fighting and the drama started unfolding with my dad, he said to me that "No matter what, you will always have a dad. I'd do anything for you, kiddo." Sound familiar?
Evy walked into the bunker slowly, Cass behind her and Sam in front of her. She and Sam had been completely silent the entire ride home. Cass had attempted to get them both to talk, but neither felt like it at the moment. Dean was dead; there was nothing else to say about it. It felt to both of them like time had stopped. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Evy turned to Sam.
"I'm going to bed." She said quietly.
Had it been any other night, Sam would have grabbed her in a hug and reminded her that he loved her. But it seemed like all the spirit was gone out of him. So Evy took the lead; she grabbed Sam around the middle and held on tight.
"We'll be okay." Evy whispered, wishing that she really believed it.
Sam had buried his face in her hair and nodded.
"Sam and Evelyn Winchester."
Both Sam and Evy jumped. Cass instinctively pulled Evy behind him, and Evy listened to Sam try and talk the woman down. Cass was sent away somewhere in a bright flash of light. Evy had barely seen the gun, and before she could even react, a shot rang out. Sam was on the ground, clutching his knee tightly and gritting his teeth in pain.
"Sammy!" was the last thing Evy said before being knocked out cold.
"Come on, baby girl, wake up."
Evy felt someone lightly slapping her in the face, but it took a minute for her to get her bearings. Everything came back to her in a flash. Dean going off to fight Amara. Going to the bar with Sammy, Chuck, Cas, Crowley, Rowena, and Chuck. The sun coming back full power and realizing that Dean was gone. Coming back to the bunker with Cas and Sam, no one talking but Cas. Giving Sam a hug and heading to bed, before hearing a woman's voice in the front room of the bunker. Sam trying to talk her down, the gunshot….
"That's it. Come on, baby girl. Wake up."
Dean? Evy thought as she sat up. I must be hallucinating. But her breath caught in her chest when she looked up and saw that she wasn't hallucinating. Dean was standing there, along with Cass and someone else standing in the doorway. Dean helped her stand up, and looked her up and down checking her for injuries.
"You okay, kiddo?" he asked.
"Dean?" Evy asked. "You're alive?"
Dean nodded and smiled. "Yeah, baby girl. I'm okay."
"Dean!"
For a brief, wonderful moment, Evy forgot everything that had happened in the last few days and grabbed Dean into a crushing hug. But then she remembered. The reason she'd been on the floor unconscious in the first place. Sammy had been shot. She didn't know how long it had been since it happened, and she didn't remember how she'd ended up on the floor. The back of her head was throbbing, so she guessed that someone had hit her in the back of the head to stop her from interfering with whatever they planned to do with Sammy.
"Dean." Evy pulled away from him and said in a rush, "Did you see Sammy?"
"No. I was gonna ask you about that. There's blood over there." Dean pointed over towards the direction where Sam had been standing. "Honey, what happened?"
Evy gave him the story and they talked for a minute about what to do. Evy realized that no one had told her who the blonde woman in the room was yet. She looked familiar, but Evy couldn't quite place her. Finally she decided to ask.
"Um, Dean…?" she asked, pointing at the woman. "Who's this?"
"Oh! Um…" Dean had not realized how awkward it might be to introduce these two. "Evy, this is Mary. Mary Winchester." Evy had started to say hi to the woman when Dean finished his introduction, but as soon as he said her name, Evy's hand froze in midair. "Mom," Dean continued, "this is Evelyn. She's our sister."
Mary seemed just as surprised as Evy was. "Your sister?"
"Yeah." Dean said.
"We need to continue searching for Sam." Cass said from the other side of the room.
They jumped back into the business of finding Sam. Evy was worried about Sam, of course, but another problem presented itself. Evy couldn't help it, but she realized she was feeling jealous. She had always been the most important thing in the world to Sam and Dean, no matter what else might be going on in their lives. Was that about to change? As they sat at a coffee stand on the side of the road, Evy's mind was racing. When Cass got up to get them coffee, Mary finally turned towards Evy.
"You haven't said much." Mary said.
Evy cringed a little. "I'm not really sure what to say." She said honestly.
"Yeah, I get that." Mary said. After a long, uncomfortable pause, she asked Evy, "So, how old are you?"
"Twenty-three." Evy answered. "I'll be twenty-four in a couple weeks."
"So you're...ten years younger than Sam." Mary asked.
"Yep." Evy answered. "Fourteen years younger than Dean."
Before Mary could ask any more questions, Cass returned with their coffee, and Evy was grateful. She knew that Mary was just trying to be friendly, but to say it was awkward was an understatement. Evy went back to thinking about Sam. The sound of the gunshot and Sam's pained grunt as he'd hit the ground was something she was afraid she'd never forget. Eventually they found a lead on Sam, and were standing in a local vet's office. After prodding him for information, they got a phone number and headed back to the bunker to trace it. A few minutes later, Evy found herself nursing some cuts and bruises when the Impala was suddenly slammed into from the side. Cass turned to Evy, who had been sitting on the side of the car that had been slammed.
"Are you alright?"
Evy was shaken up, but nodded. "Yeah. I think so. Go help Dean, I'll sit with Mary."
Evy worked on reviving the unconscious Mary, at the same time keeping an eye and ear on what was going on with Dean and Cass. It hadn't been a random accident. The woman had something to do with what happened to Sam. What exactly she couldn't hear, because Mary woke up. Evy briefly caught her up on what was happening, and the two snuck out of the car. Evy was surprised to see that this woman, whoever she was, was soundly beating Cass and Dean. Evy quickly got her mind back to what she was doing; she snuck around the side, while Mary snuck around to the woman's back. Evy made eye contact with Mary and nodded; three seconds later, Sam's kidnapper was on the ground, dead. Dean held up his hand to Evy, who slapped his hand in a high five then intertwined her fingers in his.
"Thanks, mom." Dean said. "Good job, kiddo."
"I learned from the best." Evy said.
"That you did." Dean said. "Come on, let's go."
Arriving at the bunker a little while later, Cass and Dean decided to split up. Cass was heading to Aldrich, Missouri to try and narrow down where Sam might be, and Dean decided to stay at the bunker with Mary. Evy knew it was a bad idea, but headed to her room to worry alone in the dark about Sam. Before leaving, Cass walked down the hall and knocked on Evy's door.
"Come in." Evy answered.
Cass walked in and spotted Evy sitting on her bed.
"Hey, Cass. What's going on?" she asked.
"I came to check on you." Cass said. "You seem distracted. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm just worried about Sammy." Evy said. That is half the truth. Evy thought. Hopefully he'll fall for it.
Cass looked at Evy for a long moment. He sensed that something other than Sam was bothering her, but if Evy didn't want to talk about something, she tended not to. Cass decided to leave her alone about it, hoping that she would eventually open up to either him or Dean.
"I'm going to Aldrich to look for Sam." Cass said. "Call me if you'd like to talk. About anything."
Evy smiled. "Okay. Thanks, Cass."
"You're welcome."
Cass turned to leave, when suddenly Evy got an idea. "Hey, Cass?"
Cass stopped and turned back to her. "Yes?"
"Do you mind if I go with you?" Evy asked. "To Aldrich?"
"Of course." Cass said.
Evy, relieved, jumped off her bed and walked over to him. "Thanks, Cass." She said. "I'm gonna go tell Dean where I'm going."
"I'll meet you at the truck." Cass said.
Evy walked out to the garage, where Dean was attempting to fix the Impala. "Hey, Deanie."
Dean looked up from his place underneath the car, where he was inspecting to see if there was any further damage than the massive dent in the side and the broken glass. The distinctly annoyed look on his face softened and melted when he saw that it was Evy. He figured she had gone to bed, and was happy that she wasn't in her room alone wallowing.
"Hey, kiddo." Dean said. "You wanna help me work on Baby here?"
"Actually, I came to tell you I'm going to with Cass." Evy said.
Dean was surprised. "Okay. You alright?"
Evy laughed. "Cass asked me the same question. Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't want to sit here in the bunker."
Dean knew she was lying, but like Cass, also knew that she wouldn't talk about it unless she wanted to. "Okay, kiddo." Evy walked over and hugged him. Dean squeezed her and held her for a minute. "You know you can talk to me, right?"
Evy laughed again. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Deanie."
"Alright, kid. Get going."
After a quick kiss on the cheek, Evy met Cass outside at the truck. They drove the six hours towards Aldrich. Cass kept her talking the entire way. Evy tried not to laugh at his obvious attempt to keep her from wallowing, worrying about Sam or anything else. When they finally arrived in Aldrich, she helped him question the local police looking for leads about Sam. They stopped and got Evy some dinner and pulled over to call Dean.
Evy sat in the front seat of the truck as Cass talked to Dean, coming up with a plan to find Sam. She spent the time thinking about her problem with Mary. She knew it was silly. She felt like a little kid, worrying about a new woman coming into Sam's life. She knew it was selfish, but she didn't want to lose her place as the most important part of Sam's life. She wanted Mary to go away, and stay away.
"Evy."
Evy jumped; she had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't heard Cass talking to her. "Yeah?"
"Dean would like to speak with you." Cass said, handing her his cell phone.
Evy finished the bite of burger she had in her hand and took the phone from Cass. "Hi, Deanie."
"Hey, kiddo. You okay?"
Evy sighed. "I'll feel a lot better once you and Sam are in the same room."
"We'll find him, baby girl." Dean said. "We always do."
"I know." Evy said. "I know, Deanie."
"Is anything else bothering you?" Dean asked.
"No." Evy said, a little too quickly.
Dean decided not to fight her on it, as much as he wanted to. Sam had told him long ago that the quickest way to get Evy to talk was to wait. Pushing her would only make her withdraw into herself. Dean knew Sam was right, but it was hard knowing that something was bothering her and not knowing what it was so he could fix it. Dean bit his tongue and nodded.
"Okay, kiddo. Good night."
"Good night, Deanie. I love you." Evy said.
"Love you too, kiddo."
As Dean hung up the phone, Mary walked into the kitchen with him holding a picture frame in her hand. Dean sat at the kitchen table, running his fingers through his hair. He realized he couldn't remember the last time that he, Sam, and Evy hadn't been together. Evy had taught part time for three semesters at University of Kansas after graduating. She had gotten tired of commuting back and forth between Topeka and Lebanon, especially when she kept missing Sam and Dean because of hunts. She had ended up recording her lectures in her third semester and teaching her course online from the bunker. She'd turned out to be much happier that way, only having to go to campus every few weeks for staff meetings. Dean was shaken out of his thoughts when Mary sat down beside him and placed the picture on the table.
"Is this Evy and Sam?" Mary asked.
Dean looked at the photo and smiled. He hadn't seen it in years. Evy was three years old, but it was a few weeks before she'd found out the truth about the supernatural. She was playing out in Bobby's yard. Sam had just caught her. He had his arms around her waist and was in the process of lifting her up in the air. Dean could hear Evy giggling in his head; the sound had always filled the house whenever she did it. Even now, on the rare occasions when she was happy enough to do it, Evy's laughter was always contagious enough to lighten her brothers' mood too.
"Where'd you find this?" Dean asked.
"I went to Sam's room to try and see what I could find out about him." She said. "I saw this on the nightstand in his room."
"Yeah." Dean said. "Yeah, it's Evy and Sam."
"She was adorable!" Mary said.
"Yeah, she was a really cute kid." Dean said. "She sure had me and Sam wrapped around her finger."
"Had or has?" Mary asked.
"Has, I guess." Dean said. He took another long look at the photo. "I miss those days sometimes."
"All of Sam's photos in his room are of Evy." Mary said. "I guess they're really close, huh?"
"Yeah." Dean said.
Dean launched into an abridged version of Evy's story. He told Mary about John and Evy's mother Missy meeting, Missy dying, Evy going to live with Sam at Stanford, and gave her the highlights of Evy living with them ever since. Mary was amazed and saddened all at the same time. Dean and Sam seemed to have grown into amazing men, but John's choices also seemed to mean that they'd grown up much faster than they should have. When Dean finished his story, Mary asked, astonished,
"She graduated high school at THIRTEEN?"
"Actually, she was twelve." Dean said. "We got her diploma in the mail on her thirteenth birthday."
"Wow." Mary said.
"Yep. Sam's smart, ridiculously smart, but honestly, he pales to Evy in comparison." Dean said.
"I just can't believe how strong and smart she is." Mary said. Smiling, she said to Dean, "You two did a good job."
Dean chuckled. "I wish I could take the credit for her. Truth is, Sam raised her." Dean glanced at his phone again. "I think that's why she wanted to go with Cass so bad."
"Yeah, I don't think so." Mary said.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
Back at Cass's truck, they had stopped at the side of the road for the night. Evy had a burger and fries in front of her that she was barely touching. Cass noticed, of course, and debated whether or not to say anything. He had run out of small talk, which he was terrible at anyway. He found it odd that Evy had wanted to come with him. When something was wrong with Sam or Dean, she tended to stick close to her other brother until everyone was safe again. The only completely new part of the equation was Mary. Could that be part of what was bothering Evy?
"I can feel you staring at me." Evy said suddenly.
Cass was startled. "What?"
"I said," Evy turned to face him, "that I can feel you staring at me."
"Sorry." Cass said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's okay." Evy replied.
"I can tell something's bothering you." Cass said. "I wish you'd talk to me. Is it about Sam?"
Evy smiled. "You know, the more time you spend with us, the more like Sam and Dean you get."
"What does that mean?" Cass asked.
"It means that no matter how many times I tell you I'm okay, you're not going to believe me until I talk." Evy said.
"That's a good thing, right?" Cass asked.
Evy laughed as she picked up a fry. "Yes, Cass, it's a good thing."
"Okay." Cass said, nodding as he processed the new information. "But is it about Sam?"
Evy sighed. "Not entirely." She admitted. "Cass, can I confide in you?"
"Of course." He said. "You know you can."
"Promise me you won't tell Dean. Or Sam when we find him." She clarified.
"I promise." Cass said sincerely.
"I wish Mary would go away." Evy said.
"Why are you worried about Mary?" Cass asked. "It's a good thing she's back, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess." She said. "But now that she is back, I'm worried she's gonna become more important to Sam and Dean than me." Evy blurted out quickly. "I'm worried they're gonna…" Evy stopped; she was afraid to say what was really bothering her.
"What?" Cass prodded her gently.
Evy rested her head against the truck window. "That they'll love her more than me." She whispered.
"That's not possible." Cass stated.
His matter of fact tone startled Evy. "How can you be so sure?"
"Mary being in Sam and Dean's life is a wonderful thing." Cass began. "But it won't change the way Sam or Dean feel about you. They love you more than anything or anyone else in the universe. One thing I've learned about humans-your endless capacity to destroy is only overcome by your endless capacity to love."
Evy laughed. "Cass, simplify that for me, please."
"Sam couldn't love you any less if he tried." Cass explained.
"You don't think it's selfish of me to feel that way?" Evy asked.
"Not at all." Cass replied. "I would have been surprised if you hadn't."
Evy nodded and looked down towards the floor sadly. She knew that Cass was right, and had just needed to hear it. The problem was that now she was free to focus on Sam. Where was he? Knowing he was likely somewhere in the nearby area made the worry even worse. She knew he was hurt, and that Dr. Marion had given him treatment. But who were they? What did they want with Sam? Why had they just taken Sam and not her too? Were they hurting Sam even more now that he was weaker than normal? Suddenly, not feeling very hungry, Evy put her food down and asked Cass,
"Do you think Sam's okay?"
Cass waited before answering that. "I don't know." He answered honestly. "But no matter what, we'll help him when we do find him."
Evy leaned over her seat and grabbed Cass' neck to hug him. She kissed his cheek and said, "Thanks, Cass. Love you."
Cass, slightly uncomfortable, said, "I love you too."
Evy laughed as she leaned back in her seat. "You're learning." She yawned heavily. "Will you wake me if there's news?"
"Of course."
"Okay. Goodnight, Cass." Evy said.
"Goodnight."
"And thanks." Evy said. "For everything."
There was news. By the afternoon of the next day they were standing outside of an old farmhouse waiting on Dean and Mary to arrive. She had been briefly tempted to go in alone and try to rescue Sam, but an old saying of her father's made her stop herself. No one's any good to anyone else dead. She followed Dean inside, and ended up trapped alongside him.
The moment she'd been waiting for finally happened. The woman holding Sam was British, and as she dragged Dean and Evy to a set of stairs, Evy fought her as hard as she could. She was aiming to either distract the woman long enough for her to let Dean go, or make her let Evy go. Once the door was open, which led down into what looked like a mostly empty cellar, Evy stopped fighting.
There was Sam. He looked terrible. He had obviously been tortured, but he was alive. The British woman dragged Evy and Dean downstairs. When Evy reached the bottom of the stairs, she kicked the British woman hard in the shin and lunged for Sam, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Sammy."
"Hey, Cricket."
Surprisingly, their captor, who had introduced herself to Dean and Evy at the top of the stairs as Lady Toni Bevell, allowed Evy to hold on to Sam for several seconds. Sam couldn't hold Evy like he wanted because he was still tied up, but he placed several kisses on her cheek before feeling her start to pull away.
"That'll be enough of that."
Evy started to kick, scratch, and fight again the second she felt herself being pulled away from Sam. The British woman was leading her to the far corner of the room. When Evy managed to kick the woman's shin, she barely had time to register her slight victory before she was met with a slap to the face that made her see stars. She heard both Sam and Dean protest, demanding Toni leave Evy alone. She, of course, ignored both of them.
"I was going to be nice and allow you to stay unrestrained." Toni said. "I think you just lost that privilege." Toni tied up Evy's hands and feet in much the same way she'd done to Sam. "I think this may also be necessary."
She gagged Evy's mouth with a handkerchief from her pocket, smiling the entire time. Evy had not been made so uncomfortable by a smile since the first time they'd faced Lucifer. Though she was completely bound and gagged, Evy fought and screamed as hard as she could. Another slap to her face stopped her cold.
"Enough." Toni said, very low and dangerously. She dropped her fake pleasant demeanor and Evy glared at her, hard. Toni continued, "One more time and I shoot one of your brothers. Care to test me on that?"
Evy knew she was serious, and though she continued to glare at Toni, she stopped fighting.
That fake smile returned. "There, that's much better."
Toni tapped Evy's cheek, and Evy fought the urge to try and bite her finger through the gag. She turned back to Sam and Dean.
"Now, as for you two, this is the way this will work. Sam, you will start talking, or I'll start doing to Dean what I've done to you. If both of you don't talk, then I start on your precious sister over there. Understand?"
Toni left, and Sam caught Dean and Evy up on who she was. She came back, and interrogated Sam and Dean with Evy unable to do anything but watch from the sidelines. Evy realized that she'd lost a prime opportunity to fight off Toni in the few seconds she'd been hugging Sam. Toni hadn't had a hand on her, and she could have easily grabbed something off the table that she was using to torture Sam and knocked her out or killed her. You idiot! She thought to herself. Before she could feel too bad about it, though, Mary had come through the door and had Toni on the floor. Evy smiled and silently cheered for her. Maybe she's not so bad, Evy thought. A bit more of a fight, and it was over. Another member of the British Men of Letters came through and introduced himself as Mick Davies. Though he explained that Toni had strayed from her mission and gone rogue, Evy didn't buy it. She said nothing, though, just wrapped an arm around Sam's middle. She waited while Cass healed Dean first then moved on to Sam. She winced when she got a look at Sam's foot. It was burned all the way from the heel to the toe. She stayed close to Sam as they all walked out and piled into their respective cars, making the journey back to the bunker mostly in silence.
Four hours later, Evy was pretending to get ready for bed. She had tried to stay with him and Dean in the kitchen and get to know Mary, but she couldn't watch. She had been in her room maybe five minutes when there was a knock at the door. Though she really didn't want to, she answered,
"Come in."
The door opened and Sam stepped through. "Hey, Cricket. You okay?"
"Yeah." She said. "Just tired."
Sam asked skeptically, "At seven o'clock?"
"Yep." Evy said. She knew he didn't buy it, but she hoped she could get him to go away.
No such luck. Sam walked in and sat next to her on her bed. "You sure you're okay? You were really quiet at dinner."
"Yes, Sammy, I'm fine." She said. "I promise I'm okay. I just want to go to bed."
Sam looked at her for a long moment. He knew something was bothering her, and that she'd eventually tell him if he waited it out. But it drove him crazy knowing that she was essentially suffering in silence.
"Why are you looking at me like you don't believe me?" Evy asked.
"Because I don't." Sam said. "Come on, Cricket. Please tell me what's going on."
Evy sighed and got up from the bed. She walked over to the desk she kept in the room and picked up Beanie, her old teddy bear that lived in the corner of her desk. She picked at his hair for a minute while Sam waited patiently, still sitting on her bed. Finally, she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'm afraid it's gonna hurt your feelings." Evy said.
"Cricket, what's wrong?" Sam asked. "You know you can talk to me about anything."
"I'm jealous." Evy admitted.
That was the last thing Sam had expected. "What?"
"I'm jealous, Sammy, okay?" Evy said.
"Jealous?" Sam asked. "Jealous of what?"
"You and Dean." Evy admitted. "Do you know what I would give to see my mother again? To even see her once?"
Sam felt terrible. He'd been so wrapped up in meeting and talking to Mary that he hadn't thought about how Evy might feel about it. But it made sense. Dean remembered a little about Mary, but he had been a little boy when she died. Sam remembered nothing. Evy's mother had died the day she was born. Now Dean and Sam had a second chance, while Evy didn't. Evy made her way back over to Sam.
"I'm sorry, Cricket." Sam said. "I wish I could bring her back for you."
"Don't be sorry, Sammy." Evy said. "I think it's great for you. I just wish I could see my mom too."
"Me too, baby." Sam said. "Me too."
"I feel really selfish about this." Evy admitted.
"Hey, look at me." Sam said. Evy looked away from the floor and back up to Sam. "The last thing you are is selfish. Okay?"
Evy smiled. "Okay."
"He's right, kiddo."
Evy jumped. Dean was standing in the doorway, watching both of them. Mary was standing there too. Both of them walked in, Mary standing against the wall, Dean sitting on the other side of Evy.
"How long were you listening?" Evy said.
"Long enough." Dean answered. "Sam's right, kiddo. You're not selfish. And that's not all that's been wrong with you, is it?"
Evy's mouth flew open. "He told you?!"
"Who told who what?" Sam asked. "I'm a little confused."
"No, Cass didn't tell me." Dean said. "Mom guessed."
"Really?" Evy asked, turning to Mary. She then realized something else. "Wait. If she guessed, how do you know I talked to Cass?"
"Because Cass told me." Mary said. "And I told Dean."
Evy laughed. "I did tell him not to tell Dean or Sam. That's my fault for not being specific enough."
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Sam asked.
"Baby girl was worried that, with mom back, we wouldn't love her as much." Dean said. "Did I get that right?"
Evy shrugged. "Mostly."
"Sweetheart, listen." Mary said. "I didn't come here to take anyone's place. It's weird for me, too. But I just want to be friends."
Evy thought about what she said and smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that too."
"And that is ridiculous!" Sam said. "Cricket, I couldn't love you any less if I wanted to!"
Sam's answer made Evy bust out laughing.
"What?" Sam asked.
When she had recovered enough, Evy said, "That's exactly what Cass said." Everyone laughed just as hard as Evy had. When they'd all calmed down, Evy said, "Thanks, guys."
"You still want to go to bed?" Sam asked.
"Nope." Evy said. Turning to Mary, she asked, "Did Dean eat all the pie?"
"Nope." Mary said, grinning.
"What?" asked Dean. "Yes, I did."
"I didn't say that was the only one." Mary answered.
Evy stood up from the bed and wrapped an arm around Mary's shoulder. "I like you already. Come on, let's go. I could use another girl to talk to around here."
Evy and Mary walked into the kitchen, talking the rest of the night. Just before going to bed, long after Sam and Dean had gone to sleep, Mary said to Evy,
"You know, I always wanted a little girl."
Evy smiled. "I always wanted a mom." She thought for a moment and said, "I'll make you a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Mary asked.
"You be my borrowed mom and I'll be your borrowed little girl." Evy said, holding out her hand.
"Deal." Mary said, smiling.
Evy checked the clock. "I better go to sleep. Sam'll be up in an hour."
"So?" Mary asked. "You're twenty-four. He still gives you a bedtime?"
"Not exactly." Evy said. "But if he gets up in an hour, he'll be worried about why I'm not up in three, and he'll be shaking me awake in five."
Mary laughed. "I guess you should get to sleep then. I think I'll go myself. Good night."
"Good night, Mary."
