"Andy?"

"Dean?" The terrified voice on the other end replied.

"Andy, listen, we need you to get back to the bunker."

"Dean, Evy…" Andy started to say.

"Evy's right here. Andy, we know it wasn't you."

"What? Is she okay?" Andy asked.

"Um…no, not really. She's stable, but she's hurt bad. But we need you to get back to the bunker and help us figure this out."

"Can I talk to her?"

"Hang on." Dean placed a hand on the phone to block his voice and turned to Evy. "Andy wants to talk to you."

Evy nodded and took the phone from Dean. "Hey, Andy."

"Hey. I'm so, so sorry."

"Andy, it's okay. I know it wasn't you. Just get over here. Okay?" Evy said.

"Okay, I will. See you soon."

Evy handed the phone back to Dean. "He's on the way."

"I'll examine his memories when he gets here."

"You think he'll remember anything?" Sam asked.

"It's possible he'll have some subconscious memories." Cass said. "It may help us fill in the blanks."

Evy suddenly leaned over the side of her chair and vomited, causing her to shake and moan in pain all over again. Sam instinctively ran to her and pulled her hair back, holding it for her with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. Shaking, she leaned back in the chair as Cass casually waved the mess away.

"Is it the meds?"

"I think so." Evy said, closing her eyes tightly.

"You think you're gonna be sick again?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Evy said. "The other times I took it I just threw up once, but with this…"

"Let's go back to bed." Sam suggested.

"No. Please, I don't want to be alone."

"Okay. I'll make you a deal. I'll bring the cot in here, and one of the small trashcans, if you'll grab a warm shower and then try to eat something small." Sam said.

"Deal." Evy said. She opened her eyes and looked over towards Dean. "Could you get something else for me to take? In case it starts hurting again?"

"Sure, kiddo." Dean said. "Go get cleaned up and I'll see what I can get."

"Thanks."

Evy went down the hall towards the bathroom. She heard Sam and Dean discussing the problem with her and her wound, but she tuned out the conversation. She allowed the hot water to run over her for a few minutes, letting it relax and calm her nerves. She came out, dressed into pajamas, and grabbed a pillow off her bed. She discovered a new problem.

"Sammy!"

She had to call him twice more, but finally Sam appeared in her doorway. "What's wrong?"

Tears in her eyes, Evy admitted, "I couldn't remember how to get back to the library."

"Oh, Cricket…"

"I feel like I'm losing my mind. Again." Evy said. As Sam came in and sat next to her, she explained, "I remember it. That morning. When Dean came into my room and I didn't know what was going on. I knew you weren't there, but I couldn't remember why. After a while, I knew I was going crazy and there was nothing I could do about it."

Sam was rubbing her back, listening to her talk. He wanted to tell her that it wouldn't happen, that she wouldn't lose her mind, but it was already happening. Evy had hidden it well in the library, but she was afraid. And Sam was one of the few people she wasn't afraid to admit that to.

"I don't want to do that again, Sammy. I don't know if I can."

"Hey. Listen to me. I know you're scared. I get that. I do. I don't know how much this'll help, but no matter what happens, I am here this time. And I will not let you go. Even if the worst does happen, and you don't know what's going on, I will be right here."

Evy turned and smiled. "I know you will be."

"Do you still want to go out to the library? Or do you want to lay down in here?"

Evy shook her head. "I don't want to be alone."

"Okay. Let's go."

Sam led her back into the library, and again she had to lean on him for support. Once she was lying back down, Cass did another quick examination of her. The wound hadn't grown any in the last couple of hours, but Sam didn't dare hope that it meant she was getting better. Dean had left to get more pain medicine, and Cass made a suggestion.

"Maybe we should keep track of her memory loss."

"How?" Evy asked.

"Every hour or so, me, Dean, or Sam will ask you some basic questions. Some of them will be the same-your name, your brothers' names, your parents' names, and your date of birth. The other will be a question that we make up. Do you understand?"

"Sure." Evy said. "You want to start now?" Cass nodded, and Evy replied, "Evelyn Abigail Winchester, April 4, 1993. Two older brothers, Sam and Dean, and my mom and dad were John Winchester and Melissa Collins."

"Good." Cass said.

"What do I call you and why?" Sam asked.

"Cricket and because it was my first word." Evy answered.

"Right." Sam said. "You want some soup?"

"Um…just crackers for now?"

"For now." Sam said. "I'll be back."

Cass kept her company while Sam went to the kitchen to put a few crackers on a plate for her. Cass felt deep regret for not being able to heal her. He felt a deep connection to Evy that he'd never felt to anyone else. As close as he felt to Sam and Dean, Evy was special to him. Evy reached out and took his hand, something she'd taught him to do in the first place.

"I know you're feeling guilty. Don't. This isn't your fault."

"I just wish I could help you." Cass said.

"Cass, you are. Just stay with me. Okay? Do exactly what you're doing right now."

Cass had learned years earlier not to argue with her. He smiled, patted her hand. and stayed with her when Sam brought back her crackers. She ate a few then laid down, going back to sleep.

Evy ran fast, trying to get away from the tickle lion that was chasing her. She knew if she just got to Uncle Baby, she'd be safe. She found him in the living room, on the phone with someone. She knew she wasn't supposed to interrupt him, but she couldn't help it. Evy ran into his legs and hung on.

"Unca Baby! Save me!"

She didn't hear what uncle Baby said when he hung up the phone, but she was glad he did. "What, Baitfish?"

"Save me! The tickle lion gonna get me!" Sam came from around the corner, and Evy giggled and gripped the leg tighter.

Uncle Baby lifted her up and asked, "You know how to beat a tickle lion?"

"How?" Evy asked.

"Get a bigger lion to help you."

Evy grinned. "You be my lion?"

"Happy to."

Before she knew it, they were all on the couch, tickling each other, and Evy was laughing harder than ever before. Sammy eventually tried tickling her tummy, but it hurt-

"Come on, kiddo. Wake up."

Evy jerked awake and looked around. "Deanie?"

"Yeah. You sounded like you were having a bad dream. You okay?"

"It wasn't a bad dream. Just me and Sammy goofing off with Bobby." Evy said. "Where is he?"

"Sam?" Dean asked. "He's in the kitchen making some lunch."

"Not Sam. Bobby." She noticed Dean look sadly at Cass. "What?"

"Kiddo, Bobby died a few years ago. You were there with us. Remember?"

Evy started to argue with him, until her memory jogged itself and she did remember. They were looking for Dick Roman. Bobby had jumped in the van with them and into the backseat with Evy. Screaming to Sam that something was wrong and Dean to drive to the hospital. Telling Bobby he would be okay and believing it. Being there when the heart monitor went flat. Though she did remember that it had happened years earlier, as Dean had said, the loss felt fresh. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, getting her emotions under control before opening them again and asking,

"Is Andy here yet?"

"He's on the way." Dean said. "He said he was a couple hours out."

Evy nodded and started to get up.

"Where you going?"

"Bathroom." Evy said.

"You want me to go with you?"

Evy raised her eyebrows. "Dean, I've been doing this by myself for quite a few years."

"I know, but…"

"I'll call if I need help." Evy said. She did remember forgetting how to get from the bathroom to her room to the library.

Dean nodded, and Evy walked back down the hall to the bathroom. It was tough without support, but she was determined to do it herself. She left the door ajar, as she was far enough away from the bathroom that no one could hear her. Evy turned to the bathroom mirror and talked to herself.

"My name is Evelyn Abigail Winchester. My brothers are Sam and Dean, our friend's name is Cass. My dad is John Winchester, my mom is Melissa…Melissa…"

Evy frowned; her mom's last name was starting to fade. It was a minor detail that she didn't have to think about on a daily basis, but it was important to her. When the name didn't come back to her, she couldn't stop the tears from coming. As always, Sam found her when she didn't come back to the library.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't remember my mom's name." Evy said. "I'm starting to forget."

Sam, not sure what to say, simply held her to comfort her again, then suggested when she calmed down, "I made you some lunch. Let's go eat."

"I had another dream." Evy said. She told him the dream. "Do you remember that day?"

"I do." Sam said.

Though it was a good memory for him too, he was starting to get worried. Evy's last dream had happened right before she couldn't remember how to get from the bathroom to the library. Did the dreams happen before another loss of memory? Since they seemed to comfort Evy, he decided to wait until he was alone with Cass and Dean before sharing his theory. Andy was still a couple of hours out, so he sat with Evy as she ate.

We'll figure this out, Sam promised.

Next chapter: Andy makes it back to the bunker. Sam discusses his dream theory with Cass and Dean, and Evy's memory loss continues to get worse.