The gravel outside the Roadhouse crunched underneath Dean's boots as he made his way inside. Ellen had rebuilt the bar to a new glory and soon it would open back up to hunters and wayward souls. Sam was sitting at the bar along side Bobby enjoying cold beer Ellen had brought out for celebration. She popped the top of another and slid it in front of Dean.
"Drink up Dean. This may be the last moment of peace we're gonna get for a while." she said, taking a long swig of her beer.
"You expect hell on wheels to roll through that door?" Bobby asked.
"Any minute now. I got a feeling that everything's gonna change quick. And I don't mean all the things that escaped from hell." she said.
"Then what do you mean?" Sam asked. Before Ellen could answer, the door opened and the bright sunlight poured through. A young woman toting a large duffel bag and a backpack slung over one shoulder walked in, the heels of her tan boots pounding on the hardwood floors. At first Dean thought it was Jo, returning from wherever she was. As the door shut behind the girl, he realized it wasn't her.
She dropped the heavy duffel to the floor followed by the backpack. She fiddled with her flannel shirt with her hands, pulling it tighter across her body. She scanned the foursome, as if wondering who to trust. Her blonde hair flittered in the breeze of the fan rotating around the room. Dean and Sam just sat there in amazement, wondering who this girl could be and what she was doing at the Roadhouse when Ellen finally spoke.
"Hello Evelyn." Ellen said. Her voice reverberated against the walls of the bar. Bobby nodded towards her, acknowledging her existence. Sam looked over at Dean who shrugged.
"Ellen, Bobby. I take it you're Sam and Dean." Evelyn said, pointing toward the boys.
"Yeah, but who are you?" Sam asked.
"I'm Evelyn, and I'm here for Ash."