Chapter Two: I'm Sorry


Evie's eyes fluttered with a moan, stretching her stiff back, making pain shoot through her system as her eyes flew open.

"SHIT!" she cried out, hissing as she clutched her back, seeing the black leather seat in front of her eyes shake.

She turned her head, looking up.

"Ahh!" she jumped back, clutching her heart as she saw two heads leaning over the seat staring at her, making her heart jolt for a second before she realized it was Sam and Dean.

"Whoa whoa, girl," Dean exclaimed, holding his hands out. "what's all the yelling about?"

"I – I'm sorry," she groaned, gulping as her heart started to calm down. "I think – I think my backs thrown out and I stretched and it hurt pretty bad...and I just woke up. I wasn't expecting to see four eyes staring at me. It just startled me is all – sorry," she grumbled, flushing and looking down.

"Sorry we scared the shit out of you. Well, I pulled over," Dean chuckled, making her slowly sit up, tensing at the pain in her back as she saw it was day light out. "you slept about 12 hours. Are you rested now?"

"Uh, yeah," Evie croaked, her throat dry. "Thank you."

"We'll get some food, then you can get some pain medication," Dean said, pulling back on the road.

"Oh – thank you...I'll – I'll pay you back," she grumbled, feeling guilty.

"Ah," Dean waved a hand. "don't worry about it. Our treat, right Sammy?"

Dean smacked his arm.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, no problem," he said, grinning back at her and rubbing his eyes.

She shrunk against the seat, realizing her scream of profanity had probably jerked Sam awake, that's why she saw the seat shake.

She couldn't bring herself to speak again as they sat in silence. Luckily, it didn't last long as Dean pulled into a Mcdonald's drive thru.

"McDonalds Dean?" Sam groaned, throwing his head back and rubbing his face.

"Shut your face," Dean snapped, clearly tired. "what you want, princess?"

It came out before she could help herself.

"Me or Sam?"

"..."

There was a deafening silence in the car, at which she slapped her hand over her mouth in horror. Did...did she really just say that out loud?! She knew she was still groggy with sleep, but she couldn't say things like that! She wasn't close enough to them yet to be a complete smartass.

Right as she removed her hand to blubber an apology, Dean came out of his shock, howling in laughter, making her jump in her seat.

"That – that was...shit, priceless!" Dean cackled, holding his stomach.

"I – I'm sorry," she blubbered, scared Sam hated her now. "I – I just woke up and I wasn't thinking. Just you said Sam had glorious hair last night and I – I...hate myself." she just stopped, groaning and put her face in her hands.

"Hey, hey," she jumped, feeling calloused hands gently pull hers down, seeing Sam grinning at her. "don't stress out. We're not stuck up – it was funny."

She smiled, flushed and looking down.

"I'm still sorry, though. My foot kinda lives in my mouth sometimes," she chuckled awkwardly, rubbing her arm when he let go and bit her lip.

"Oh, oh..." Dean chuckled, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. "I needed that. I think we're going to get along just fine." he smirked back at her, making her smile again.

"But for the record, I did mean you," he laughed towards Evie. "so what do you feel like eating?"

"Um – a sausage and egg McMuffin and caramel Frappe will be fine, please," she smiled as he looked at her weird.

"A what?"

"A McMuffin," she smirked, chuckling to herself when he glared playfully at her.

"You know damn well what I meant," he chuckled as she laughed.

"A frappe is a coffee drink," Sam interjected, rolling his eyes at him. "I'll have the breakfast platter with a large coffee."

"Can I take your order?"

"Uhhh – can I get an...uh, caramel Frap thing-"

Evie snickered in the backseat, along with Sam as Dean continued the order.

"You're like Sammy with those stuck up, fancy drink things," Dean rolled his eyes. "just a damn coffee."

"Fancy? This is McDonalds," Evie said playfully, putting her elbows on the front seat and sitting her head on her hands.

"Hey," he looked back after he pulled up to the window. "I'll come back there, girl."

She smirked, leaning back in her seat with a smile. She liked Dean, he was fun to play around with. Sam, however, definitely seemed more serious. It wasn't that she didn't like Sam, she was just more...intimidated by him. She was very, extremely attracted to him. It was just that she was too worried she'd say something wrong or make an ass out of herself.

Kinda like how she just did.

She ran her hands through her tangled hair, groaning and feeling disgusted as she looked down at her dirty clothes.

Causally, she raised her armpit, sniffing and thanking God that she at least didn't stink, even though she looked like she just rolled in the dirt.

Dean got their food and pulled into a space.

"Do you wanna change?" Dean asked, turning around. "I mean, we only have guys clothes, but I think Sammy has some pajama pants with a drawstring. If you pull them, they should work."

"Oh, yes!" she said gratefully.

"Alrighty then," Dean smiled, opening his door. "then we'll eat."

"Oh, right," Evie hurried, scooting over, only to have Sam rip open her car door, holding out a long fingered hand out to her.

She blushed, gently placing her hand in his as he pulled her up out of the car. Tingles traveled up her arm at his touch, and she didn't look at him, knowing her face was red.

Her muscles protested as she winced, making him give a concerned look as he opened the passenger seat.

"You alright?"

"Um – yeah, just sore," she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear as he helped her walk around to the back of the car.

Dean opened the trunk, digging through some bags and pulling out a red, plaid tee-shirt and some grey pajama pants.

"Will these work?" he asked, holding them out to her.

"Yeah, they should work," she smiled, taking them from him. "thank you so much."

"No problem," he smiled, shutting the trunk.

"Do you need help going in?" Sam asked as her face flushed.

"No, no," she smiled. "that's nice of you, I'm okay."

"Alright, well be careful," Sam smiled, as she turned and slowly walked towards McDonalds. She quickly walked in and in the bathroom, knowing she was quite a sight.

She locked the door, looking in the mirror with a frown. There was dirt all over her. She eyed the soap, making a quick decision as she stuck her head in the sink getting her hair wet. She got some soap in her hands scrubbing her hair, face, and neck.

She rinsed as quickly as she could, squeezing her hair out and getting some paper towels to dry it some. She removed her clothes, getting some towels and wetting them, soaping them up and scrubbing her body. Getting more towels, she wet them and rinsed herself off, feeling decidedly better.

Eying the clothes, she quickly slipped the pants on, realizing they were too big and wayyyy too long. She tied the drawstring tight, and they stayed up. Reaching down, she rolled up the legs and then slipped the shirt over her arms, buttoning the buttons. It was also too long, falling to her mid thighs. She also had to roll up the sleeves.

Looking in the mirror, she ran her fingers through her wet hair to detangle it, trying to ignore what she recognized as Sam's scent on the clothes. It relaxed her, oddly enough. She assumed it was because he saved her and made her feel safe.

Knowing she took long enough, she used the restroom and grabbed her dirty clothes, hurrying out of the bathroom.

Walking up to the car, she saw Sam in the drivers seat and as she reached the side, seeing that Dean was already laying in the backseat, his arm over his eyes, looking like he was dead asleep.

She took a deep breath, opening the passenger seat and sliding in.

"Take a shower in there?" Sam asked, chuckling and handing her her food and drink, which she eagerly took.

"Oh, yeah," she chuckled, sipping at her Frappe. "I had dirt all over me. As a girl, I couldn't stand it."

"I understand that," Sam smiled, revving the engine. "We should be there in about six hours."

"Okay, sounds good," she smiled, taking a bite of her McMuffin and realizing how starved she was as she shoved it in.

"You don't mind sitting up here with me for a few hours, do you?" he asked brightly, giving her a winning smile.

She immediately shook her head, 'no', swallowing her food thickly.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Here," Sam said, turning and holding out his hand out with two white pills. "some pain pills for your soreness."

Evie looked at them, feeling a little weird about taking pills from a stranger. But, Becky said they were safe and wouldn't hurt her. Besides, they'd only helped her. Like she had thought before, she liked Dean, but she felt safest with Sam.

She only hesitated momentarily before she gently took them from his palm, popping them in her mouth and taking a sip of her drink.

"They aren't too strong," Sam smiled. "but, they should help."

"Thank you," she smiled, flushing slightly and hating herself. "you guys already ate?" she asked, looking around as he pulled out of the space, driving onto the road.

"Yeah, we eat pretty quickly," he smirked over at her, taking a drink of his coffee.

It was quickly occurring to her that she was going to be alone with Sam for six whole hours in the car. Of course, the seats were so big, she wasn't anywhere near him. But still, she was super aware of his presence, vaguely remembering Becky telling her she was deeply in love with Sam.

She glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye, seeing him driving with one hand, leaning back with his coffee in his other hand, looking intently at the road. His hair curled adorably around his strong jaw, where there was slight stubble.

Her eyes trailed over his strong arm, seeing the muscle showing as his blue flannel shirt was rolled up.

No wonder Becky was so obsessed with him. He was quite a sight indeed.

Of course, she wasn't as...obsessive as her sister was. She was too...shy or awkward to ever act that way around a man. She knew there was NO way someone like her would ever have a chance with someone like Sam, so that thought hadn't even occurred to her. She couldn't handle rejection, and would never put herself out there.

Becky had more guts than her.

Part of her knew she should be thinking about this whole, 'Dragon wants to steal me' thing. But, she was thankful for the distraction. She was probably even using it as one so she wouldn't have to think about it.

"How about some music?" Sam's voice sounded, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sure," she smiled, watching him glance back at a snoring Dean and hooking his iPod up to the car through a cassette adapter, which she realized she hadn't seen in years.

What sounded like Filter came through the speakers, making her raise her eyebrows.

"You probably don't know who-"

"Its Filter," she cut in, making him give her a surprised expression. "Hey man, nice shot. Right?"

He looked mildly impressed, making her heart swell.

"Well, I mean I didn't mean to imply that you wouldn't know it. Its just that its pretty old," Sam said somewhat defensively, clearly worried he offended her.

"Its okay," she chuckled, taking a sip of her drink. "I love 90's rock."

"Oh, really?" Sam looked surprised again. "me too – but don't let Dean hear that."

She glanced back at him, looking at his clothing.

"Let me guess, 70's and 80's rock?" she asked with a smirk.

"You're completely right," Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "I mean, I like it too. But I also like other things. I don't want to listen to the same five albums over and over again."

"I feel the same way," she smiled, hesitating for a moment. "Becky listens to Japanese pop."

"I'm sorry."

She had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop the snort of laughter.

"Yeah, I feel sorry for myself too, don't worry."

"So, you...listen to rock?" she asked, unsure, glancing over at her.

"Oh – um, yeah," she smiled. "generally anyway. I like at least one song from most genres. But, I definitely listen to rock the most – you seem surprised." she blurted, unable to help herself.

"Well..." he shifted uncomfortably. "well – I guess, 'rocker' type girls usually have a certain look. And well, you just don't look it if that makes sense."

"Oh..." she trailed off. Was that a compliment?

"I – I didn't mean that as an insult," he said quickly. "I just – I'm sure you know what I mean. Like, Ramones tee-shirts. Basically a female Dean or something."

"Oh..." she repeated. Would she be more attractive if she dressed that way? "I guess I see what you mean."

"...my foot lives in my mouth as well," he chuckled eventually, shaking his head. "so, I guess we're even now."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled. "I guess I do look...a little lame."

"No, no," he instantly said, shaking his hand and his head. "that's not what I meant at all-"

"I know Sam, its okay," she laughed, looking at his worried expression. "I was just saying in general. I just...I don't know. I guess I never really changed how I look. I don't wear makeup or anything. Well, I mean, I have and do at times. But usually, I just don't. Even Becky wears makeup."

"Well, that's your decision," Sam smiled. "there's nothing wrong with a natural face."

"In today's society, there is," she laughed bitterly. "if you don't dress a certain way or look a certain way, you're an automatic reject."

"I know that feeling all too well," Sam chuckled, nodding back to Dean. "he was the cool one. I was the nerdy loser one-"

"YOU?" she blurted, looking shocked. There was no way someone that looks like Sam could ever be...a reject like her.

He raised his eyebrows, glancing over at her as she blushed at her outburst.

"Yeah, me," he laughed. "I got picked on a lot. I was cool Dean's lanky loser brother." he chuckled, into his coffee cup.

"Well, I definitely don't think you are," she smiled, trying not to seem like she was flirting with him.

"Thanks, neither are you," he grinned. "well, I'm definitely not lanky anymore, but the loser part I'm not so sure of."

"You kill monsters for a living," Evie shook her head, poking her straw in her drink. "I don't think it gets much more badass than that."

"Well..." he trailed off, and was it her imagination, or did his chest puff out slightly? "I've been doing that all my life, so I guess I don't see it as very badass."

"Your whole life?" Evie asked, frowning over at him.

"Uh – yeah," he chuckled bitterly. "our dad raised us as hunters."

"Tough family," she raised her eyebrows. "and to think, I took all the time I spent with my skip-it for granted."

He let out a bark of laughter. "Well, Dean loved it. But I, however, would have preferred the skip-it."

She tilted her head.

"Not to intrude – I mean, if its none of my business, just say, 'Evie, its none of your damn business.' but...why do you still do it?"

He smiled over at her.

"Well, being a hunter...its hard to get away from. Once you're in it, you're in it for life. That you know all those things exist, its hard to just not do anything when you know you could be saving people. It seems to follow you. Its hard to sleep at night once you know what goes bump in the night."

"Ignorance is bliss," she said, frowning slightly. Was that true? What would that mean for her? "So...dragons are real. That means...other things are real too, right?"

He looked uncomfortable for moments, glancing at her as though he was contemplating even telling her.

"Well, yes...just about any supernatural monster you can think of is real," he finally said, his voice sounding a little rough.

"Like...Demons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in shock when he nodded yes after each thing.

"I'm afraid so."

"..."

"Ugh, I'm never sleeping again," she groaned. "I'll get away from this dragon thing and then a vampire will come and rip my friggin' head off."

"I mean, I don't want to tell you not to worry about it," Sam shifted uncomfortably. "but at the same time, I don't want you to always be looking over your shoulder – see what I mean?" he sighed, shaking his head. "once you know about this stuff, it always seems to pull you in."

"What about Becky?" she asked, tilting her head. "I mean, she hasn't had...any incidents that I know of."

"Oh trust me, she has," Sam sighed, shaking his head and keeping quiet.

"..."

"My spidey senses are tingling," she said, looking at him suspiciously, "what did she do? I know she did something."

"I – I don't think I should tell you," Sam frowned, looking uncomfortable. "I don't want you to think badly of your sister-"

"I won't," Evie instantly promised. "she's my sister, remember? I know her very well. I doubt anything you're about to tell me will surprise me."

"Well...she kinda dosed me with love potion-"

"WHAT?" Evie barked, covering her mouth and glancing back at Dean, only to see him still sound asleep.

"You're kidding me!" she whispered, horrified.

"Yeah...she did," Sam sighed, shaking his head. "We even...um, got married but had it annulled when I came out of the spell."

Evie was at a loss of words. How did she not know any of this?! How could Becky not tell her? She got married? To Sam?! Did they...

"Oh my God," Evie covered her mouth. "Did my sister rape you?!"

"What?!" Sam said in a high-pitched voice, looking at her horrified expression. "no, no, noshe didn't rape me...but she did tie me to a bed-"

"Oh. My. God," Evie groaned, putting her hands on her head, mortified. She knew Becky was obsessive, but did she really do that?!

"The point is," Sam quickly said. "that nothing happened between us. Becky couldn't take advantage of me that way. It lifted and she saved my life from a demon, so I forgave her. Like seriously, don't even think or worry about it." he smiled over at her.

"I'm just-" she shook her head. "like, I'm getting secondhand embarrassment because she's my sister and I'm just...I'm mortified and I know she can be obsessive, overbearing and to be frank, an annoying pain in the ass but I'm so so sorry-"

"Hey – hey, hey," Sam waved his hand, stopping her blabbering, even though he was laughing. "Its okay, I promise. You don't have to apologize for her."

"I feel like I do. I mean, I owe you my life," she groaned. How could Becky do that? "I know she was lonely – hell, even I'm lonely. But, I can't believe she did that. It wouldn't even occur to me to take away someone's free will like that. Why would you want someone to love you if it wasn't real?"

"My sentiments exactly," Sam smiled over. "you're a smart girl. She's lucky to have you as a sister."

Evie promptly blushed.

"Thanks, but still I'm-"

"Don't you dare apologize again," he said playfully, sending her a mock-glare.

"I can't help it," she pouted. "once I start apologizing, I can't stop until I annoy everyone with it."

"Well, you don't annoy me," Sam informed her, making her grin cheesily.

"Well, that's more than I'm sure you can say for my sister—I guess you already like me more."

He let out a bark of laughter, and Evie instantly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," she frowned. "I guess I'm just annoyed and embarrassed with her—that she actually did that."

"Well, to ease your guilt...would it help if I said that what you said is true?" he asked playfully.

She knew she blushed again, but she looked over at him with a grin.

"Maybe slightly," she whispered, squinting her eyes and chuckling.

"Well, it'll be our secret then."

"I'm down," she yawned, stretching her arms. "besides, now that I know what she's capable of, I'm not sure I want to cross her over your favor." she joked, smiling when he laughed.

"This is true," he smirked, "hey, do you know this song?" he asked, motioning towards the radio.

She listened for moments.

"Low by Cracker," she smiled as he nodded in approval. "should go through a list of songs then—it'll pass time."

"Not a bad idea," he chuckled, grabbing his iPod and hitting, 'next' as the song played.

"Back in black," she rolled her eyes. "why are you insulting me?"

He laughed. "Okay, I'm sorry – but it was just the next song, I swear."

"Mhmm," she said sassily, crossing her arms as he chuckled, hitting the next song.

This continued for a long while, and to her frustration, there was only about five songs she actually didn't know.

"I have disappointed myself."

"Five out of like...sixty is pretty damn good," Sam grinned, sitting his iPod down. "you're very knowledgeable in music."

"Yeah, I love music though," she grinned. "Its a shame I don't have my iPod, then I could do you."

"..."

Her eyes widened in horror at how her words sounded. So of course, she kept talking to make it worse.

"I mean, ask you...if you know...stuff," she finished lamely, groaning internally and considering flinging herself out of the moving car and into traffic.

"Well, your sister can send you some stuff to the post office near the bunker and we could get it for you," Sam suggested, no doubt pretending that her words didn't sound bad for her sake. Even if your mind wasn't in the gutter, it still sounded bad.

"That's actually a really good idea," she considered, playing with her lip. "she can send me my clothes and some of my personal things. My computer is coming to mind."

"Well, we can get you clothes...if you want," he asked uncertainly.

"No, no..." she immediately rejected. "I'm a burden enough. I don't want you guys to spend money on me. I guess my job is gone now."

"Where did you work?" he asked conversationally, actually seeming interested.

She chuckled.

"A diner. I've only been out of high school for a month," she sighed, looking out the window. "but then again, I've known the owners since I was a kid. Maybe they'll take me back or something."

"A month..." she shook his head. "its been about ten years for me."

She instantly did the math.

"You're 28?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah, that's right," he grinned. "Old huh?"

"No...you're not old," she smiled, but knowing he was ten years older than her...just made him that much more out of reach. "in your twenties is not defined as old."

"Maybe not to you," he chuckled. "but, I've been through so much shit...sometimes I feel like I'm three-hundred."

She looked at him curiously, not wanting to ask and invade his privacy. If he wanted her to know, she supposed he'd talk about it. He noticed her look.

"I'll tell you a story sometime," he grinned. "since we'll be spending probably quite a bit of time together. Why have all the fun now?"

"Indeed," she smirked, turning and looking out the window as trees passed.

"So...you live with Becky?"

She smiled—it was making her happy that he was curious about her life.

She was so lame.

"Yeah, I do," she chuckled. "just me and her. My mom lives in New York with my step dad."

"And your dad?"

"...he died when I was little," she muttered, frowning. "cancer."

"...I'm sorry to hear that," Sam said quietly, sounding regretful. "my mom died when I was a baby as well."

"I'm sorry," she instantly said, frowning. "was it...a thing?" she asked, watching him as he slowly looked over at her.

"It was." he said quietly.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, holding his eyes for moments before he slowly looked away, staring at the road.

"I hate how unfair your life seems," she said quietly, feeling sad for him.

"Yeah..." he trailed off, looking thoughtful. "me too."

She fell quiet, studying him as he appeared to be in thought. She wasn't sure she should disturb him with her stupidity.

She stared out the window, her eyes starting to feel heavy, making her let out a little moan.

"Are you alright?"

Sam's voice jerked her awake and she blinked.

"Yeah...I just think I was falling asleep," she chuckled. "again. I don't know how I can still sleep."

"Well, those pills are probably making you drowsy and you had a hard time the past couple days," Sam offered. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

She chuckled. "Do you have any idea how many times the words, 'I'm sorry' have been passed back and forth between us in a couple hours? I think we both apologize too much."

He laughed deeply. "you may be right about that. But its alright. You can sleep if you want. Do you want me to turn the music off?"

"No, its fine," she grinned, leaning her head back and listening to Creep by Radiohead. "I like Radiohead."

"As do I," he glanced over at her as she pulled her legs up in the seat, curling up and letting her head fall against the door.

"Do you want my jacket as a pillow?"

Her eyes snapped open, a smile playing on her lips. He was so attentive, she could see Becky's obsession more and more.

"Mmm, yeah," she reached out, as he grabbed it and handed it to her. She bundled it up, laying it under her head. That was much, much better.

She really enjoyed talking to Sam, they had a lot in common, and she felt like they easily talked about things that should be hard to talk about with new people. It was a somewhat of a connection, perhaps they'd be great...friends.

Twenty-eight and eighteen...yeah, they'd just be friends. But, she'd take it. Even though she could feel herself developing a crush on him, she knew that she could keep it in control. She'd never embarrass herself and actually flirt with him.

"I'm sorry..." she said quietly, smiling as she fell asleep.


Sam looked over when she said she was sorry again, confused, only to see her smiling and falling into sleep.

He continued looking at her for moments. Her hair was dry now, and now that it was clean, it seemed to be a feathery blonde, falling across her arms.

Looking back to the road, he knew that his previous assessment was wrong. She was nothing like Becky, that was for sure. But, she seemed to be very intelligent. Maybe even wise beyond her years. She may look eighteen, but she didn't act it very much. She definitely possessed a snarky, playful attitude and he smiled at the thought. Her expressions were definitely sarcastic, bordering on mischievous. Not all the time, though. She still acted young, as he caught a light blush crossing her very pale features quite often when he spoke to her. Her eyes would get big and she'd get shy. In those moments, she showed her inexperience, innocence and her age.

All in all, he liked the girl. They got along well, and she was sure they could be great friends. It wouldn't be bad at all to have her around the bunker. He was sure she was the type that didn't like charity, seeing as she'd denied his offer to buy her clothes. No doubt she'd try to earn her keep somehow. Which he didn't mind. He got tired of eating food Dean brought, and to be completely honest, he didn't really care to cook a lot. He had too much to do. Besides, they left quite a bit; there was no point in leftovers. So, if she wanted to help out that way and with cleaning, he'd be all for it.

There was no telling how long it would take them to find another sword. After all, there was only about four in existence, if he remembered correctly. They'd probably take other cases in between looking for it.

The girl could be there for a long time.

He sighed. He hated that she'd be trapped there like some prisoner. Sure, the place was huge, but he hated that for her. Having only him and Dean to look at all the time. Not to mention, they may be gone quite a bit. She was going to get lonely. He remembered what she'd said about being lonely, and he shifted uncomfortably, knowing that that feeling would probably intensify now.

He actually considered getting her a cat or something, but he wasn't sure that would be a good idea. When she left, it couldn't stay there and he didn't want to burden her.

Also, he didn't know if she even liked cats. She could like dogs for all he knew. She was a sweet girl though, so he highly doubted she was the type that didn't like animals.

He paused for moment, wondering why the hell he was thinking about getting her a pet. Wasn't that a little weird? No, he was just worried she'd get lonely, and he felt bad for her.

That's all it was.