March 2nd, 2007

Evelyn sat staring at the cupcake on the table, the memory of her eleventh birthday fading into the back of her mind. The vanilla cupcake held a single cupcake in the middle, the wick still white from never being burned. She glanced at the note that lay next to it, the messy script as familiar as her own.

'Went on a hunt. Will be back soon. Happy Birthday Baby Girl. I love you.

~Uncle Bobby'

She smiled down at the note, grabbing the cupcake, she stood up and yanked the candle out, throwing it into trash can as she walked by. She took a bite of the cupcake, icing smearing across her lips as she chowed down. The cupcake didn't survive long, soon she was licking stray crumbs off her fingers as she headed towards the door. She slid her feet into a pair of black leather boots, grabbing a jacket as she pushed the door open with her shoulder.

She headed towards her baby, the one she rebuilt after everyone else had given up on it. Her 1969 Pontiac Firebird. It had been destroyed, caught in a crash caused by a drunk driver. All auto repair shops said it couldn't be fixed but Bobby knew better. He bought her the car just shy of her sixteenth birthday, saying if she could fix it, she could have. She had spent every waking moment she had the following months on fixing her Firebird. It had taken a lot of hard work and sweat, but it had paid off in the end. She now had a one of a kind, custom built, jet black Firebird she could call her own. Not only that, but the bragging rights that she had technically built is as well.

She walked past the car, reaching her hand out to run her fingers gently over the smooth side of the vehicle. She gave the car a once over, lifting the hood to check and make sure everything was as it should be. She was halfway through her check when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Without looking away from her baby, she pulled the phone out of her pocket and flipped it open, pressing it to her ear.

"Hello?" She reached forward, fiddling with something under the hood.

"Evelyn?" Bobby's rough voice sounded clearly through the speaker.

"Uncle Bobby!" She stopped what she was doing and turned around, leaning up against the edge of the car and placing her free hand against her hip. "How's the hunt going?"

"Everything's going fine, but there are some other hunters who are in need of some help. Do you think you could do me a favor?" Bobby spoke quickly, obviously whoever needed help needed it badly.

"Of course." She furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to Bobby speak.

"Do you remember the Winchester boys?"

"Yea, I remember you didn't like me hanging around them when I was younger." Evelyn examined her nails, noticing the dirt that hid underneath them.

"You know damn well that I didn't want you around John, not the boys. Everyone around that man ends up gettin' hurt or killed in his quest for revenge. He doesn't care who gets caught in the cross hairs."

Evelyn sighed, dropping her hand down to her side. "So what do they need?"

"They were on a hunting trip with their father when things went South. John has been captured by a demon and I'm not sure the boys can handle it on their own. They called me but I'm busy hunting this damn Wendigo, so I figured you'd be able to help."

"Where are they?" She pinched the bridge of her nose, squinting her eyes as she looked up.

"Salvation, Iowa."

"Alright, I'll start packing." She pushed herself up off the car, reaching back she slammed the hood down and walked around to the drivers side.

"And Evelyn?" Bobby's voice had dropped to a whisper. "Be careful."

Evelyn smiled as she walked back towards the house, twirling her keys in her hand. "When am I not?"