Author's Note: Spent a bit more time on this chapter. Just trying to work on being a little more descriptive. Please, please, please review. I'd really like to read what ppl think :)
Chapter 7: The Woman In White Part 3
Dean had broken into and hot wired the closest car and pulled Evelyn into the passenger seat. Without a word he sped recklessly towards the state highway. There were a few minutes of silence and Evelyn felt compelled to keep it that way as Dean seemed deep in concentration. It wasn't long before he furrowed his brow in frustration and opened conversation,
'Are you alright?' she had expected his voice to be thick with urgency, as he continued to speed towards an unknown destination, but it was gentle and caring.
'Yes.' another awkward silence passed.
'That was impressive back there.' Evelyn's body stiffened at the reminder and for a moment thought he had seen her display in the cell. She soon relaxed a little as it would be impossible for Dean to have seen that performance.
'Thanks.'
'So...what happened?' he quickly glanced at her but his eyes returned to the road as soon as she looked up to meet his gaze. Eve parted her lips about to explain but thought better of it. What would Dean say? Would he think she was totally insane? Maybe he would stop the car and ask her to get out. She instead decided not to risk it and turned to stare out of the passenger window.
Another uncomfortable silence followed before it was Eve's turn to open another topic for discussion.
'Where are we going?'
'Sam's in trouble.' he answered, his jaw tightening.
'It was Sam you spoke to before?' Dean nodded in response.
'So where are we going?' she asked again as he had failed to disclose this information before.
'To her house.' Evelyn was confused for a moment but soon realised that he was talking about the spirit of Constance.
'What do I need to do?'
'Just keep your gun ready and follow my lead.' he replied sternly. Evelyn nodded and picked up her 9mm to examine it. She expertly ejected the clip and then replaced it quickly as it was full. Her confidence with the weapon surprised her and she wondered whether she would ever stop being disarmed by that.
Questions and confusing thoughts flooded her head again as she reminded herself of her memory loss. How could she entirely forget who she was but still retain these skills? It seemed so stupid that the only thing that she felt confident with was weapons and possibly her fists. It was such an empty feeling not knowing who she was.
Evelyn also desperately wanted to speak with the man who had known her name. He recognised her with only a brief description of her appearance which suggests that he had known her very well. Maybe they were close friends from childhood? She reached up to touch the scar on her neck again and winced at the texture of the ruined skin beneath her fingertips.
'Evelyn?' an urgent voice whispered. It seemed like a whisper but maybe it was being drowned out by something louder. She tried to swallow and then tried to breathe in some much needed oxygen but it was so hard. Another whisper but this time she couldn't make out the words as she began to recognise the other noise. Her ears slowly adjusted to the sound and it sounded so familiar and yet horrifying.
Evelyn's eyes shot open but they were out of focus and everything around her looked like a blur. Again she tried to breathe but her lungs were already in use. Her ears could now hear the sound with perfect clarity. It was her; she was screaming. It was an ear splitting cry of agony and it just kept coming and wouldn't stop. Now there was the pain. The earth shattering pain that rocked her to the core.
She wished she had just ignored it. Why did she have to try to focus? Now there was only pain. There was a strange warm liquid that soaked her neck and chest but this lent her no comfort. Faces were coming into focus now and she could see two bodies leaning over her.
'Evelyn?' the urgent voice said again. Her screams lessened now but not because the pain was any less but because she couldn't breathe. As much as she tried to fill her lungs with oxygen she failed. Soon her voice died and it was replaced with a sickening spluttering sound as her body desperately tried to do what was natural.
'Stay with me.' the voice was small now and filled with sadness. Her eyes wavered but she focused on the face. His eyes were wet and they stared deep within her own. Evelyn tried to speak but coughed as she felt liquid pool in her throat.
'Apply more pressure.' the other voice said. It was another man and his face was so familiar. He reached out and wiped something from her lips and as he pulled back Evelyn realised it was blood. Sharp realisation washed over her as she began to remember the course of events that led her here.
Evelyn had been careless and was bitten by the creature. It is possible that she was bitten more than once but that didn't matter. She tried to breathe again and this time a little air managed to reach where it was needed most.
'I...I'm...I'm so...sorry.' she spluttered with more blood escaping her mouth. A finger pressed against her lips to silence her and the first man bent his face closer to her.
'It's okay.' he gave her a small smile but his eyes betrayed his true feelings. Evelyn closed her eyes a moment at the realisation that she was going to die. The man leaned in closer when her eyes opened and pressed his lips against her forehead.
'I love you. I promised that I would always take care of you and I will.' a tear fell and traced its way down his cheek. Evelyn took in another breathe but it wasn't without cost. Each breathe brought with it a sickening prick of pain and a warm liquid rose in her throat. Maybe her ribs had been damaged also.
'I...I...I'm...scared.' she stammered with another breathe. Her life was slipping away and she didn't want to die. She didn't want to leave him alone in this world. He swept his hand across her face gently and nodded. There was a numbness spreading up her body and she had already lost the feeling of her legs and arms. Or maybe she didn't even have any? Evelyn couldn't lift her head at all the check if this were true. Everything felt so cold and soon her eyes could not stay in focus.
'I'll always love you...sister.' he whispered to her as she yielded to the darkness.
'Get out.' Dean said in a loud authoritative tone. Evelyn snapped out of it and jumped out of the car. They were standing on a dirt driveway and ahead she could see a old dilapidated house. Dean was already running to the black car parked out the front and Eve soon followed when she recognised it as the Impala.
Evelyn couldn't see if there was anyone sitting in the drivers seat but there was strange transparent shape hovering near the dash. Dean was there first and stared briefly at the shape which as she approached looked like a woman. But her face was distorted horribly and it looked like the face of a rotted corpse. Dean suddenly opened fire on the apparition and the passenger window of the Impala exploded. The ghost glanced upward and disappeared as the bullet passed though to the other side of the car.
They both approached slowly to check if Sam were there but the ghost reappeared in all her terrifying glory. Eve was surprised that there was little fear in her body only the pump of adrenaline that gave her a strange confidence. Dean prepared to open fire yet again and Evelyn raised her weapon too. Suddenly the Impala lurched forward and plowed into the front room of the rundown property smashing what was left of the decaying wood work. There was a loud thud as the Impala hit something more solid and came to a dead stop.
Dean was already jumping over the rubble trying to make his way around to the drivers side of the car. Evelyn wasn't far behind but she kept a look out for the spectre with her gun ready to fire.
'Sam!' he shouted as tried to pull the door open. It wouldn't budge but the window had already shattered.
'Are you okay?' Eve asked without looking over at him.
'I think...' Sam groaned shifting towards the broken window.
'Can you move?' Dean asked his voice full of concern. Evelyn took a step back as the ghost came into view. She was just standing there a few feet away. All traces of the deformed face she had seen before was gone and she was beautiful again.
Dean carefully pulled Sam through the opening and they both stood there for a moment studying the figure. Constance wore a breathtaking white dress and it fluttered as she bent down and picked up a shattered photo frame that lay on the floor by her feet. Her intense gaze was glued to the figures in the picture but as she became aware of eyes on her she tossed it to the ground. Evelyn took another step back with her gun held high as a dresser flew across the room and smacked into Sam and Dean. Eve was knocked to the ground by the force but soon flipped back onto her feet ready to take aim.
As she gently squeezed the trigger the lights began to flicker on and off wildly and this distracted Constance. The apparition turned her gaze to the top of derelict stairs as water slowly trickled down. Sam and Dean struggled against the dresser that pinned them but stopped as two more ghostly figures appeared on the stair top. It was a young boy and girl and they were deathly white. Evelyn couldn't make out their faces in the darkness but she could see that they were almost transparent. Both children soon joined hands as steadily more water gushed down the steps.
'You've come home to us mommy...' they whispered in a voice that sent a chill up Evelyn's spine. Constance's face turned sorrowful in an instant as she laid eyes upon her children. Before they could even blink the kids were standing behind the ghost of their mother. Their tiny arms wrapped around her tightly and Constance let out a shriek as her figure began to melt. Evelyn stood there in amazement as steam rose from the bodies and slowly dissipated leaving nothing but a puddle.
'Little help.' Dean said with a sigh. Eve quickly turned to them and helped dislodge them from between the Impala and the dresser. Sam and Dean exchanged some light banter as Evelyn stood deep in thought. She hadn't even had a chance to think about her dream from before. Had she really died? Or was she saved before death could claim her? But there was something else...something that gave her some comfort. If the dream had been a memory then she had a brother out there. A brother that cared very deeply for her. But that comfort soon disappeared when she tried to think of a way to find him if he existed.
Dean parked the car out the front of Sam's dorm apartment. He hadn't been too happy at first that the car now carried some scratches and dents from the crash. It had especially angered him when he realised that he would have to replace one of the headlamps too. However it seemed that he couldn't stay mad at his younger brother forever not since his plan had worked. Evelyn just sat back and was content to listen to their chatter. To her it seemed stupid that these two had ever had a falling out. They obviously worked well together and were always on the same page. She wandered what her brother was like. Was he just like Sam or Dean? She refused to let less positive thoughts take over. Like was he dead already? Or had it just been some sick trick her mind had thought up...
She was pulled from her thoughts as Sam said his goodbyes and headed for his apartment where no doubt his girlfriend would be waiting. Dean watched as his little brother disappeared into the building and pulled the Impala from the curb. She was quiet a moment but when she realised that he had stopped in the parking lot close by she questioned him,
'What are you doing?' Dean didn't answer as he stepped out of the car and wandered around to the entrance. Evelyn sighed and followed him without further question. As they both reached the top of the stairs Sam cried out. Dean shoved past Evelyn and raced towards his apartment. She quickly pulled out her gun as the yells continued and chased after Dean.
He had already kicked the door down and had disappeared further into the apartment. Another yell sounded and a flash of orange came from the bedroom. Evelyn ran as fast as she could and skidded to a halt when Dean burst through the door, dragging Sam along with him. He was still crying out for Jess and Evelyn pushed past them both to check for her.
Bright orange flames had engulfed the entire ceiling and were spreading fast along the back wall. Evelyn gasped as she looked up and saw what looked like a body pinned to the ceiling. Flames were already eating away at the flesh and the smell was suffocating. She gasped again as she realised that it must be Jess then ran for Sam and Dean who were already at the bottom of the stairs. Sam was still trying to pull away from Dean back towards the inferno. Evelyn took hold of Sam as well and pushed them both out onto the street. People were already stopping on the street as the flames burst through one of the street facing windows. Sirens sounded in the distance as Dean and Eve pulled Sam towards the Impala.
TBC.
