A/N: Hey! I am SO sorry first of all for my long absence. Something terrible happened to my document (again) and had to rewrite everything and was finding it hard to find motivation. Eva and the Winchesters meet in this chapter. Hope it's worth the wait. I seriously can't wait to begin with this love story. If you want me to be honest, I just wish I could make them kiss in this chapter, but not so fast. ;) I'm a slow-burner, so this won't be a cliché story (I hope). Anyway, once again, apologies from my behalf. THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed and favourited/followed.
Chapter 2 - Brown Eyes
'The heart was made to be broken'
-Oscar Wilde
Page 464. Gone, completely missing. Page 501. Ripped, also completely missing. What's going on here? Eva asked herself, fumbling with the large volume still after at least three hours of reading what seemed like a forbidden book. Everything in it gave her the creeps. And to make it worse, she was alone, in a hotel room, far from home and it was definitely 10PM by the looks of it. It was already dark outside, a few specks of flashings orbs somewhere in the distance due to faulty streetlights. If she wanted to, she could easily turn into a murder right this second with everything she learnt from reading the book. And a rather good one.
"Oh, damn." She cursed to herself, remembering the fact that she was supposed to message her mother ages ago. She was probably worried as hell. It was pretty late already and she knew her mother was going to be a nervous-wreck. She slumped herself onto the bed, grabbing her phone (the one's that still have the number pads on them; shameful, she knew) from underneath the pillow, the screen flashing 8 Unread Msgs. She opened them up, each message displaying more worry than the other. What was Eva's excuse going to be? Late shift at her imaginary workplace? Yep.
I'm so sorry, mom, late shift at the diner. Miss you lots, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Talk tomorrow? I promise I won't forget to call. She pressed the send button and closed her eyes for a moment. She was exhausted. She hated lying to her own mother but the reality was, she was confused about her life. She felt helpless, directionless and even slightly useless. If she kept it this way, she wasn't going to go far. She looked over at the book opened on the table. It felt like it was staring right back at her and it made her feel super uncomfortable. She quickly wandered over to it, threw a jacket over the book and that simple action made her feel a lot better. She knew exactly what she was going to be doing first thing in the morning; the book was going to back to its place, back onto those dusty library shelves. And hopefully, the librarian wasn't going to notice the ripped pages and blame it on her.
She returned back to her bed, knowing this time she wasn't going to get back up. She managed to reach the cord hanging from the light sitting on the bedside table, pulling it down and plunging the room into an eerie darkness. She sighed and closed her eyes until her thoughts lingered back to that murder that had happened just recently. Being alone here in the dark was making her shift slightly. But then she reassured herself she was safe. Kind of.
It was early morning and Sam was the only one who seemed to be working hard on the case. While Dean was slumped on the sofa in a random motel room sucking on some beer, Sam was on his laptop, literally copy-pasting what was on the page Meryl had found and into a search bar, hoping something would pop-up. But nothing. It was no use.
Sam leaned back on his chair, running a hand through his thick, hair in desperation. Dean took note of this and decided to walk over to his brother. "Anything, Sammy?" He asked, his deep yet manly voice killing the silence.
"Nothing," Sam replied. "I can't find anything on the internet about this. I have no idea where to look at next. What do we do now?" Sam looked up at his brother who was now rotating his beer bottle as he thought. Dean pouted and one of Sam's eyebrows rose slightly as he glared at his brother's ridiculous "thinking face".
But at last, an imaginary light bulb appeared over Dean's head. "I don't know, maybe try the libraries?" Dean managed to come up with. Sam's face changed suddenly.
"Of course," Sammy's face filled with eagerness, typing Kingman, Arizona into a map and searching for any local libraries. "Look, look," He pointed at something on the screen after a quick search. Dean leaned in closer to find his brother's finger hovering over a local library's address, definitely not too far from the motel they were staying in. "Whoever had the book could have got it from here, right?"
"Well, lets go then." Dean patted his brother quickly on the shoulder. Sam nodded in agreement, slamming his laptop screen down, placing it between his arms and grabbing his jacket that hung on a peg on the wall. Dean quickly swallowed what was left of the alcoholic liquid, dunking the glass bottle into the rubbish and eventually grabbing his leather jacket too; that leather jacket had once been his father's. A wave of nostalgia swept through him as quick as it appeared.
Hoping Sammy wasn't going to pick up on the fact that he had been staring blankly at the jacket and also hoping Sam wouldn't start with the "you okay, Dean?" crap, he decided to speak up. "You ready?" Dean asked, watching Sam pick up the paper Meryl had given him the other day.
Sam waved it in the air. "Yep." Dean grabbed the Impala's keys and they headed towards the car park where Dean's 'baby' was parked, his pride and beauty. He slid his hand across the front, onto the windshield and eventually onto the door handle. He loved that; a smirk of satisfaction appeared on his face. They climbed in, Dean obviously sitting on the driver's seat. Once they were in, Sam placed the laptop on his lap and reopened it. The first address popped up; Deirdre's Library, 5 miles away from current location.
When the boys eventually reached the first Library, they noticed it was rather empty. It was slightly unlit and the sign above the entrance was withering away to say the least, so much so that you could easily mistake the words for "Ded Library" because the missing letters were fading. Dean picked up on that and eventually Sam did too and all they could do was give each other a "what the hell?" kind of look. As they both walked closer and closer to the entrance, they checked the location. Quiet. It was no surprise that Kingman was the town where nothing happened, day or night. Sam was the one to walk in first. It was actually kind of warm, much warmer than outside. And no quicker had they arrived, a shadowy figure emerged from the back, showing itself to the boys. The lady figure was extremely surprised, and who wouldn't be? Nothing ever happened here.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "How can I help you, gentleman?" She was a chubby lady, her pencil skirt failing to disguise the fact that her fat was desperate to escape from the sides. She had a very round, pudgy face and a teeny-weeny mouth. She flustered and her eyes were constantly hovering over Dean's visage, and a little over Sam's too, but definitely more over Dean's. It had probably been years since this lady in her mid-twenties had seen attractive men standing a mere metre away from her. Dean found this rather humorous; it was no secret he had a huge affect on women and this seemed to boost his ego immensely. Sam was absolutely used to it at this point.
Sam coughed uncomfortably, hoping the ridiculous flirting between all the staring would stop. "I - we - were wondering if you knew where this is from, whether it belongs to a book here or if you've found any books recently that may have been damaged." He handed over the ripped page over to the pudgy looking lady and she analyzed it carefully.
After about a minute, she came to a conclusion. "Nope. No idea. Sorry, boys," She handed it back to Sam and he placed it in his jacket pocket again. "Anything else I could help you guys with?" She blinked several times in a row like a little girl at a candy shop staring at the sweets on the vitrines.
"We'll be heading back." Dean replied. A wave of disappointment swept through the librarian. They gave a quick smile and returned back to the Impala, leaving the librarian alone once again.
"Goddamn it, Daniel! I'll still make you regret cheating on me when I find a new man. Attractive man." The librarian whispered under her breath, storming off back to her desk and proceeding with her boring life again.
The second address was closer, about 3 and half miles away from their current location. There were no more libraries in Kingman, meaning if they couldn't find the book the page was missing from, then they were practically doomed and the demon on the loose would be free to cause more mayhem. After a super short, quick drive, they ended up reaching the second library, this one looking much more "cheerier" than the last. More people walked around this part of town, it seemed.
Sam entered first again and they headed straight to the desk where the librarian was sat at. Sam got on with it, and placed the paper in front of the lady, spinning it round so the words were facing her. "Do you know where this could be from?" He asked ever so quickly.
She looked up at them, a bit startled and lowered her spectacles and leaned in to read the tiny lettering. "Hmm," She mumbled. Dean gave Sam a look. Did she know something? It seemed so, because she looked under her desk and grabbed a large book. The pages were yellow and looked like sandpaper; it definitely had that ancient look to it. The hardback cover was peeling slightly and as she slammed it onto her desk, you could see very fine particles of dust fly out from the sides and into the air. Sam and Dean pulled themselves away a little. She flicked through the book and stopped when she reached a page that had been ripped. She held the piece of paper and slowly placed it next to the book, only to find that the ridges matched. Perfect match, actually. They found the book. They found it. Well, that was easy.
"How did you know it was that book?" Sam asked, his voice clearly showing signs of eagerness, sharing looks with Dean.
"A young girl, brunette, came in just now to give it back and I noticed there were pages ripped, but only after she left. She didn't even pay for the damage. Uff," She grunted. "Anyway, how come you boys have a piece?" She glared at them while pointing her bony finger at them.
"Wait, where did she go? Which way?" Dean intervened. He didn't want him or his brother twisted into this. Whoever this 'girl' was, they were going to question her, and boy were they going to have to question her.
"Um, I think I saw her leave... that way. Why?" The elderly lady said as pointed to the little alleyway right in front of the library, across the street.
And before she could say anything, the boys hurried out, causing a racket as the door was quite literally slammed, also leaving the librarian completely confused and mouth-opened. "Oh,come on." She huffed. "Hey, the book!" She yelled out, though they had already gone past a reasonable distance for them to hear.
Eva was glad it was gone. Gone for good. Now all she wanted to do was go straight back to the hotel and probably watch another five movies in a row and be lazy for a day. Maybe even return to the library, but definitely choose a "softer" book when it came to monsters, rituals and all that she found so intriguing. She was thinking about possibly looking through the newspaper for a job too but tomorrow was definitely a better time.
As she walked, she couldn't help but twitch her nose slightly at the horrible stench. This town might not be densely populated but boy, was there rubbish. The trashcans that lined the sides of the alleyway were prepared to explode any minute. She was sure she had seen a large rat scurry by. She dug her face into the collar of her jacket and dug her hands deeper into her pockets. It was slightly chilly outside, even though it was nearly midday. Where's the sun like there would be in Cali?
Click.
Eva turned around suddenly. The sound wasn't loud; it was a bit muffled. She instantly concluded it was probably one of the trashcan's lids that had toppled over. With that, she continued to walk but oddly, her pace quickened a little more. She wasn't nervous at all. Of course she wasn't.
Click-click.
A minute later, she heard the same sound again. She stopped. She turned around. She grabbed onto her bag tighter. But this time, her heart began to beat faster than any speed imaginable. Her eyes gaped... Why? Because right in front of her, were two men approaching with cocked guns and they were pointing right at her head. They were going to kill her.
"Hey!" One of them screamed. "We need to talk!"
And without even thinking twice, Eva began to run. What did they want? Her money? Money was something she was short on. Was it her bag? It's not like her phone was worth anything and her bag was definitely not made of expensive leather. Shit, shit, shit was all she could say to herself as she reached speeds she thought were unimaginable, especially considering the fact her ability for athletics was mediocre.
"We needa' talk!" The other yelled with a deep voice, repeating the same phrase.
But that didn't stop her. She was beginning to feel out of breath and she knew she had to stop somehow. The alleyway was coming to and end and she had to decide where to go. To her hotel or to some random street? At this point, she had absolutely no idea.
At last, the alleyway was coming to an end. She was going to escape from these robbers (that's what she calculated, at least) and was going to be left completely unharmed... was.
Somehow, one of them managed to walk round the block pretty quickly and stop right in front of her. She froze over completely and the pair of grey eyes stared right back at her, a gun pointing right at the centre of her forehead like it was a target. He had an angry expression and was huffing, probably because of all the running. Eva at this moment was doing the same. Eventually, the other guy caught up too and kept his gun pointed at all times as well. She didn't know what to say. She was scared. Terrified. Was she going to die right here, in a freaking alleyway?
"What the hell do you guys want?" She managed to say, though you could easily sense the fear from her. Her forceful words seemed to anger them a little bit. The one with the longer hair and grey eyes hovered his finger over the trigger in means to terrify the brunette. Not a good idea, she was beginning to think. She thought quickly. Turn around and run? Logical, right? Of course. Absolutely logical, considering they've got guns.
She did exactly that. She moved probably an inch when one of them grabbed her by the arm so hard, yanking her forward and she swore she felt her muscle tear by the brute force. "Where do you think you're going?" He grunted.
"Let me go!" She almost yelled. She even fidgeted violently, but it was no use. The green-eyed dude stared right back at her, not letting go of the fragile, young lady's arm. Eva felt super uncomfortable under their stare. "What do you want?" Her voice trembled a little. Her hair was now a mess because of the sheer force of the yank the dude pulled on her. Strands covered her hair and mouth and she couldn't even reach for her face. They'd probably shoot if she dared to move again, thinking she was planning another run-off.
"You've been the one going round town killing people, huh?" The green-eyed one said, making sure he accentuated the word 'killing'. Eva, killing? Where on Earth were they getting this from? Were they cops? They obviously had gotten the wrong person. Were they referring to that murder that had happened recently? They sure didn't look like cops.
Eva's eyebrows furrowed. His arm was still grappled around her thin arm and she was still jiggling around to get out of his grasp but that would only worsen the situation. "What?" She asked, absolutely baffled. "I haven't killed anybody!" She spat, angered.
"Alright, you don't need to scream." The leather-jacket dude spoke. Eva glared at him.
"What do you know? You're obviously hiding something." The long-haired one finally spoke.
"I'm not hiding anything, I wanna know why the hell guns are being freaking pointed at me." Eva blurted. The green-eyed dude made sure to shake her slightly as a warning to keep her voice down.
"Then why did you run as soon as you saw us?" He questioned once again. What was this? C.S.I?
"You were pointing guns at me, you wanted me to stop and greet myself and invite you to lunch?" Eva said sarcastically, earning a rather sarcastic laugh from the green-eyed dude back.
"She's a funny one," He smiled as he looked over at his partner. His hand was still on her. "Now talk." Suddenly, he became serious all over again.
"I don't know what you're are talking about! What the hell is wrong with you guys?! And can you let me go, green eyes, you're hurting me," She groaned. Her arm was beginning to ache. Wasn't he noticing he was hurting a completely innocent woman? He looked at her, unresponsive.
"It's Dean, brown eyes," He mentioned, annoying Eva. This one definitely thought he was a smart ass. "And only on one condition," He made sure to add. Eva didn't reply. "You stop lying and tell us why you had that book. We know what you are."
"What I am? Book?... you mean the one-"
"Yeah, the one you ripped up. The one you used against Jake Pillock. Remember?" The other interrupted.
A moment of silence wrapped the air. "I... found it like that. I swear. And who's Jake Pillock? I've never heard of him. Is this what this is all about?" She was so confused. She knew that book was trouble. Now look at the mess she put herself in.
She noticed that 'Dean', if that was even his real name, gave his partner a look and quick nod and he lowered his gun and finally, 'Dean' released his hand from Eva's arm. "Don't think about running, or we'll probably shoot." Green eyes mentioned.
"Probably?" Eva was disgusted. Not only was she being threatened, it was broad daylight and this was happening. Maybe if she screamed, she'd managed to get somebody's attention. She grunted, holding the area where an inevitable bruise was going to appear. She brushed away the hair from her face and looked at them. They were staring an awful much at her and she was feeling under pressure. They were gigantic. They towered way above her, making a wall in front of her in means to intimidate her.
"Tell us everything. What do you know about that book? Why did you use it?" Dean asked for the second time.
Her brown eyes hovered between both of them. "I wanna know why it's so important to you both." Game changer.
"Look, you don't need to understand why, you just need to tell us," He pointed his finger to himself and then alternated to the guy standing next to him. That one was being awfully quiet. "And that's it, Goddamn it." The green eyed one spoke, clearly becoming tense.
"Fine," Eva concluded it was best to just tell them. Anyway, it's not like it was going to hurt anybody if she told them what was inside the book or what she did with it. She just wanted to get away from them both and never see them again. "I'm new here. Thought I'd go to the library for a bit. Found the book and something fell out. It was a note referring to some pages, all missing. The book was about rituals, killing, all that kind of stuff, I don't know. I returned it today. I didn't use it for anything or on anyone, so you shouldn't have jumped to conclusions," She looked over at the taller one, the long haired guy. "And the gun wasn't necessary. Happy now?"
The boys, although still a little wary, seemed to believe this brunette standing in front of them. The tall one stuffed the gun in his back pocket. It didn't seem like they were going to be needing it anyway.
"You never know what you come across. Better safe than sorry." 'Dean' added. What the hell was he on about?
"Yeah, well I'm calling the police." She brushed past them and that immediately turned panic mode on for both boys.
"No need for that." The tall one intervened, holding onto her arm. What was it with the arm grabbing thing? It was becoming extremely annoying.
"Let me go, idiot!" Eva yelled. It seemed people were beginning to appear from their homes and the boys were aware that they were causing an unnecessary scene. They needed to get out of here fast.
"Get her in the car, quick, Sammy." Dean loudly whispered over to 'Sammy'.
"What? Now you're going to kidnap me?" Eva protested but she was slowly being dragged closer and closer to a black Chevy Impala and she could do nothing. A few people were staring at the moment. Great. If only her mother could see what was going on now. Dean opened the door, pulled the seat back and forced Eva to sit. He pulled the seat back to its original position and sat on the driver's seat, 'Sammy' sitting right next to him. How convenient; the damn car only had two doors. As Dean was trying to push the keys into the keyhole to start the engine, the Sammy dude thought it was best to do something about the brunette that had now got twisted into the situation.
"Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." Sammy tried to calm her down, using hand gestures too, but she was just panicking even more.
"I might if she doesn't shut her cakehole." Dean added, trying to act witty. He was struggling with the keyhole.
"Excuse me? Oh my God, you're kidding me? This day can't get any shittier." Eva groaned.
Just at that moment, an old townsman was approaching the Impala. He had a face of worry and was going to ask questions. Dean turned round quickly to face the brunette. "Look, you might not wanna talk." When the old guy knocked lightly against the window, Dean slowly rolled the window down and propped his head out of the window.
"Everything OK with you guys?" The guy asked, placing his hands on each side of his hip.
"These men-" Eva tried to say something but was quickly interrupted.
"Sorry about the noise but, um, my sister," He pointed to the back. "Is having a bad day." Dean smiled ever so innocently. The old guy can't seriously buy that, right?
"Yeah, uh, I'm her brother too." Sammy mentioned, thinking maybe it would make the situation better. It was quiet for a bit.
"Sister?" Eva questioned. The old man eyed both men suspiciously.
The old man blinked several times and was quite doubtful for a moment. "Alright, well, next time, you might not wanna' make such a racket, people round here ain't used to these kinda things." He warned. He pulled his hat down before returning back to the other side of the street. Dean rolled up his windows again and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"That was a close one," Sammy mentioned. He gave Eva a quick glance through the mirror. "What do we do with her now?"
"You have no right to just kidnap me. And sister, seriously?" Eva was angry, if anything right now.
"Look brown eyes, questions later but me and Sam need to handle business." Dean communicated to her through the mirror.
"I'm not brown eyes." She spat.
"Whatever, brown eyes."
A/N: I loved writing this chapter up. :) I hope the meeting was exciting.I didn't want to make it cliché (the whole "he looked at her and thought she was utterly beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous" thing). PLEASE REVIEW, I know it's been so long but please do. I'll definitely start writing more!
