"Cass, heal her."

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean almost shouted.

"Dean, just trust me." Sam said. "Cass, heal her."

"Sam, we have another day before we have to…" Dean pushed.

"Cass, do it." Sam said. "Dean, let him or I'll shoot you. Cass, do it. Now."

Cass still did not understand what Sam was doing, btu he chose to trust Sam, even if Dean didn't. He moved to Evy quickly, who was back to staring into space. He hesitated briefly, then placed two fingers on Evy's forehead. The familiar blue glow came that Sam and Dean had seen many times, though this time they were not as hopeful as they had been before.

Evy fell forward when Cass healed her. She landed onto Sam's chest, and the next ten seconds were some of the longest of his and Dean's life. Andy felt bad being in the room, like he was intruding on a private family moment. Sam cautiously pulled Evy off him, checking her heartbeat. His breath was coming in shallow gasps, as he couldn't find a beating heart.

"Sam?"

Just as Sam was about to admit to Dean that Evy was dead, she woke with a loud gasp. She grasped Sam as if he was her lifeline, her anchor to the world, a role which Sam fell into with ease.

"Whoa. Whoa, calm down, Cricket. Take a breath."

"Sammy?" Evy asked, still breathing hard. "What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been run over by a truck."

"Do you remember what happened?" Andy asked.

Evy smiled. For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe freely. "Yeah, I remember everything. I just…" Evy took a deep breath and relished the feeling. She noticed Andy looking at her painfully and said, "Andy, listen. The thing that had me, the markesh, he took control of you and basically put you to sleep. You didn't know. It wasn't your fault. Okay?"

"Cricket, how do you know that?" Sam asked.

"I could see you guys the whole time. I just couldn't talk to you." Evy said. She turned to Sam and asked, "Did you hear me?"

"You mean now?"

"No. I was trying to reach you. Show you that I could hear you." Evy said. She pointed at her chest and back to Sam. "Baby?"

"Yes." Sam smiled. "Yes, I heard you."

"Good." Evy said.

"Evy, I'm curious. How much did you know about what was happening?" Cass asked.

"It's like I was in two places at once at first. I could feel something having a hold on me, but I didn't know what it was. And the hold just kept getting stronger and stronger." Evy said. "I could look down and see you guys talking to me but I couldn't tell you what I thought was going on."

"I'm just glad you're okay." Sam said.

"Let me scan to make sure of that, please." Cass checked Evy over and smiled. "She's completely healthy."

"And sane?"

"Smartest person in the room." Cass said.

"I'll second that." Dean agreed.

"So how'd you guys fix me?" Evy asked. "It took all my energy to reach out to Sammy."

"I, um…" Sam squirmed a little, felling slightly awkward admitting the truth. "I had to kill you."

"What?"

"I had to tell Cass to cure you." Sam said. "I did, you stopped breathing for about thirty seconds, then you woke up."

"You had to give me up." Evy said. "I heard him say that, but I didn't know what he meant."

"Yeah." Sam said. "Scariest moment of my life."

"But you did it anyway." Evy said. When Sam blushed, Evy sat up and hugged his neck. "I know that hurt you. I love you too." She broke free of the hug and looked at Dean. "I want my pie."

Dean laughed. "Come on, kiddo. Let's go get it."

Six Months Later

Ah choo!

Evy walked into the kitchen in a daze. She felt miserable. She had a headache, couldn't breathe, and was almost certain she had a fever. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She walked over to Sam, who was doing research on his laptop, 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 in like he'd done when she was little. 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."