Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does. The first line of the story comes from Dr. Seuss' book "Green Eggs and Ham". This disclaimer applies to all chapters.

Summary: Evy's back! So this story came out of my last one, Year by Year. In it, Evy is kidnapped by a demon who tries to convince her that her family doesn't want her anymore.

A/N: This is my fourth multi-chapter Evy story, and my twelfth in total. This story kind of makes sense if you haven't read any of my others, but it will become so much clearer if you've at least read my first Evy story, Sensitive Souls are the Strongest.

I rated this story T because of some intense emotional scenes in it. There's no outright physical harm done to Evy, but it's still pretty intense (I think, anyway). This story isn't really as lighthearted as most of the others. It's also my first attempt to write a rescue story involving Sam, Dean, John, and Bobby with my own original action in it.

I hope everyone's doing well, and I hope you enjoy!

"Thank you, thank you, Sam-I-Am!"

Evy's small voice rang through the motel room. She was sitting in Sam's lap, reading the book he had given her, and looked up into his face when she was done. Sam wasn't looking directly at her, and when he didn't say anything at first, she got a little impatient.

"How was that, Sammy?"

Sam looked down at Evy, who was waiting for him to say something. He had heard her finish the book, but had been busy glaring at his father and brother, who were at the motel room table discussing their current hunt. Sam hated it when they discussed hunts in Evy's earshot. She tended to have nightmares when they did that, and it was Sam who got woken up in the middle of the night when that happened. Sam was doing everything he could to distract her. He wished he could take her for a walk somewhere, but John had refused to let him; the demon they were hunting could make himself invisible, and John didn't want to take the chance. But apparently Evy had been really into the book, because she hadn't stopped reading at all in the last thirty minutes. Maybe she really hadn't heard what John and Dean were talking about.

"That was perfect, Cricket." Sam said. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're the best reader I've ever met."

"Really?" Evy asked, positively beaming with joy. She loved making Sam proud of her.

"Really." Sam assured her. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's bedtime though."

Evy scrunched her face up in a way that made Sam have to fight a laugh. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." Sam said simply. "Come on. Go get your PJs."

"Okay, Sammy." She said, jumping off the bed.

Sam gave her a bath and helped her change into her pajamas. He laid her down on the rollaway bed and tickled her a little, before reminding her again that it was time to go to sleep. Evy decided to try and put a little more effort into staying up.

"Will you read to me, Sammy?"

Sam laughed; Evy surely was persistent. "We just spent an hour and a half reading."

"But I read to you. It's your turn now." Evy said.

"Nice try, Cricket." Sam said. When Evy yawned, he got an idea. "I will sing to you if you want."

"Okay!" Evy said. She realized something was missing. "I need Squish though."

Sam grabbed the old, battered cat off the big bed and handed him to Evy. She smiled when she got Squish in her arms and gave him a hug, as she did every night. She turned over on her side, still clutching Squish. Sam lifted the back of her pajama shirt up and started gently scratching her back.

"Don't you feel it growing day by day, people getting ready for the news…."

Before Sam had finished the song for the second time, Evy was sleeping peacefully. When she fell asleep, Sammy was scratching her back and singing to her. She had heard Daddy and Dean talking at the table, but she wasn't worried. They were in the room with her, and Sammy was there too. She was safe and nothing could get to her. Just after she had drifted off to sleep, Sam pulled her blanket up closer to her chest and kissed her cheek.

"Good night, Cricket. Sammy loves you."

Just as Sam was standing up to start getting ready for bed himself, there was a knock at the door. Sam cringed; he didn't want Evy waking up. He stayed close to the bed, in case he had to keep her quiet. John kept a hand on his gun as he answered the door. The front desk manager stood there, an average looking guy that Sam had not really paid attention to earlier in the night when John had checked in. Now, however, something bothered Sam about him. He couldn't quite place his finger on what exactly that was, but he kept Evy in his eyeline the entire time.

"Hi, Mr. Adams. Sorry to bother you. We've been getting complaints from some other rooms about the heat not working. I just wanted to make sure you guys were okay."

John relaxed a bit, but did not move from the door. "Yes, we're fine. Thank you."

"Alright. You guys have a good night."

"You too." John said as he closed the door. "Is she still asleep?" he asked Sam.

Sam glanced at Evy, who was still sleeping blissfully quietly. "I guess so." he said, surprised.

"Alright. Time for you to go to bed too, Sam." John said.

"Okay, Dad."

Sam walked into the bathroom to get a shower before going to sleep. But there was a pit forming in his stomach. Something wasn't right about the desk manager. He was up to something. Sam wanted to tell his dad and Dean about his feeling, but they both tended to dismiss Sam if he didn't have concrete proof to offer. Sam decided instead to just check on Evy one more time before going to sleep.

Sam realized something else that began to nag at him. Evy hadn't moved at all since she went to sleep. She tended to squeeze Squish every few seconds when she was asleep, and Sam had learned to look for that when checking on her at night. He quickly showered and came out, heading over to the rollaway bed. There Evy was, a small lump in the middle of the mattress. Sam pulled her blanket back a little so he could kiss her one more time before he went to sleep. But as soon as Sam pulled the blanket away, it went flat. Not believing his own eyes, Sam ran his hand up and down the bed three full times, his heart thumping hard in his chest in panic.

Evy wasn't there.