2018
Sam had been awake for a few hours, shaken to the core by an unusual dream. He had dreamed about what Evy's life would have been like if she had married an old boyfriend, Jack Kenly, instead of continuing to hunt with Sam and Dean. He didn't understand why it had been him to experience the dream, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was coming. He tried to ignore the feeling, tell himself that he was just worried after finding that Evy had a fever when he went in to check on her. He knew it was very overprotective to check on a twenty-five-year old, but the dream had disturbed him more than he cared to admit. When Evy didn't wake like normal, sometime between seven and quarter to eight, Sam fought the urge to go back to her room and wake her up. At nine fifteen, he heard her coming down the hall. She didn't say much, just sat next to him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Hey." He said. "You okay?"
"I don't feel so good, Sammy." She said.
"Come here, let me see." Sam turned around and put a hand to her forehead. He felt her cheek and immediately went into what Evy called "mama bear mode". "God, you're burning up."
"I figured." Evy said.
"Dean!" Sam called.
"Not so loud, please!" Evy said. "My head's killing me."
"Sorry." Sam said as Dean made it to the kitchen.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"She's sick." Sam told him. "Really sick. Feel her forehead."
When Dean did, he looked almost more concerned than Sam did. "What are you even doing out of bed right now?" he asked. "Come on."
"Guys, come on. Don't treat me like a baby, please!" Evy asked.
"Can't help it, Cricket." Sam said. He stood up and grabbed her arm to lead her back to her room. "You're our baby and we're gonna take care of you until you get better. And there's nothing you can do about it. Okay?"
"Alright." Evy answered, defeated.
When Sam had gotten her back in her room and back in bed, he tucked her back in again. He leaned over her and said,
"Dean's gonna be right here, okay? You go back to sleep."
"Where you going?" Evy asked.
"To town. Get you some NyQuil and some chicken soup. I won't be long, I promise." Sam said.
Evy smiled. "Okay, Sammy. Love you."
Sam kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back. He was trying to hide how worried he actually was. When he'd touched Evy's forehead, it had felt like she was on fire. But hopefully the medicine, soup, and rest would help. He didn't want to take her to the ER unless it became absolutely necessary. So he just smiled back at her and replied,
"I love you too, Cricket. Everything's gonna be okay."
Evy smiled and turned over to go to sleep. Sam left the room, followed by an equally worried Dean. Dean followed Sam out to the Impala, and handed him the keys. Dean was as worried as Sam, and wanted to do more than just let her lie in bed.
"Sam, shouldn't we take her to the hospital? She's burning up."
Sam sighed. He wanted to go, but knew that Evy would never agree. "No. Not yet. Let her stay in bed. We'll give her a day or so. If she gets worse, we'll make her go."
Dean warily nodded in agreement, looking back towards Evy's room.
"And Dean?" Sam said. "No hunts until she's better. If she does get worse, I want us both to be here."
Dean agreed, and Sam left to go get the supplies from town. Dean walked back inside and down to Evy's room. He opened the door slowly, and saw she was lying down, facing the wall, with her middle wrapped up and her feet sticking out. The fever, Dean thought. It was making her feel hot and cold at the same time. Dean walked inside and had to resist wrapping her up; he didn't want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was.
"We'll get you better, kiddo." Dean said. "Don't worry."
