A/N: We are now on Chapter 9. I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far. Thank you to riggins4us for being my first reviewer. I was so happy to read it. Now, in regard to the languages Evie uses for spells. She only uses Haitian French Creole for spells her mother used and wrote in her grimoires. Any other spells she uses are in Latin, with a few rare exceptions. I do not speak any of these languages. So, if my usage isn't quite right, that is why. The only language (other than English) I use in here that I know anything about is French, and even then, it's a bit spotty.

Edit: I don't know what happened at the end. But i fixed it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything else you may recognize.

Evie woke up to the sound her dad's snores and Pippi sprawled across her lap. She poked Bobby's arm. "Dad." She called. "Dad? Wake up."

He mumbled in his sleep and hugged her to his chest.

"Damn it." She groaned. Knowing he would not wake up for a while, she got comfortable and went back to sleep.

When she woke up again, it was early morning. It had warmed up outside enough to melt the snow, but it was pretty foggy out. She peered out the door to see the Impala parked in the garage.

Bobby came up behind her. "Did you sleep good?"

"Yeah. Except when I needed up in the middle of the night and you wouldn't let go of me."

Bobby turned red. "I was comfortable."

"What happened to the car?" She jerked her head towards the Impala.

"A vengeful spirit possessed it and tried to run Dean over. Ended up busting through a store window.

Evie winced.

Sam and Dean stayed for a few weeks after the car was fixed. They went on small hunts, usually salt 'n' burns, and returned within a couple days. Sam kept asking Evie how she was doing, and making sure she was taking care of herself. Dean didn't really say much to her, and she was ok with that. Things with him had been strained since October.

So, when Bobby said he was going to run into town to get supplies, Evie jumped at the chance to go with him. She hadn't been away from the Salvage Yard since Crowley had died, and she felt like if she didn't get out of there for a bit, she was going to go nuts. Besides Sam's mother-hen behavior was suffocating.

An hour later, Evie and Bobby came back with beer, whiskey, coffee filters, coffee, and tea bags. They even picked up some caffeine pills. With Eve on the loose, they needed all the stimulants they could get.

Walking into the house, Evie could feel a change in the air, but couldn't place it. Until of course, Sam and Dean told them about their inter-dimensional road trip. Evie wondered how so much weird shit managed to happen to these guys.

The next week was spent repairing the windows in the library. There had been increasing monster activity along I-80. Evie and Bobby believed it was Eve making her presence known. They knew it was time to tell Sam and Dean.

They were pouring over a map when the boys came into the room.

Evie looked up. "Good, you're here. We're pretty sure we found a case for y'all."

"We've been getting blasts from hunters all week." Bobby circled different points on the map. "Nest of vamps. Werewolf dance party. Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out. Ghouls, ghouls. Ghoul-wraith smorgasbord."

Dean examined the map. "Is it just me, or is that a straight kick-line down I-80."

Evie nodded about the same time that Bobby spoke. "Exactly."

"Looks to me like it's a Sherman march monster mash."

"Yeah, but where are they marching to?" Sam asks.

Bobby circled another point on the map.

"What is it?"

"Guy bashes in his family's heads."

Sam considered that for a moment. "Think it's Eve?"

Evie nodded. "That's precisely what we're thinking."

Sandusky, Ohio

Evie stood against the wall of the interrogation room, picking at her nails.

"It's like I told the cops." Rick sounded broken. "I blacked out."

"Well, just tell us what you remember." Sam said in a calming voice.

Rick looked down. "Driving my regular route, and then I-I woke up in my truck at work."

"And where's work?"

"Starlight Cannery. "I-I didn't remember how I got there… So, I called home. When no one picked up. I-I went there and I found…"

"Anything unusual before you blacked out?" Bobby asked. "Sights, smells, anything off the routine?"

Rick shook his head. "No. Basic night. I was giving some kid from the truck stop a ride. She took off. I-I think she took off."

Dean glanced at Sam. "Anything else?"

"I swear… I didn't mean to do it. I-I loved them."

Half an hour later, Evie was leaning back in a chair, wondering why she and Bobby were even in the room. It seemed to be a two-man show between Sam and Dean.

Sam was typing quickly on the keyboard.

Dean looked confused. "So, demon possession or ghosts? I thought this was a monster thing."

"All right, here we go." Sam pulled up the footage from the truck stop security camera. "Truck stop, night of the murders."

"That's him." They watched as a young woman approached the truck.

Dean leaned forward. "Hmm. Hello..."

Sam paused the camera just as the woman was facing it. Her face was grotesque.

Dean looked fairly disturbed. "Freakish nightmare. What the hell is that."

Sam asked Bobby for his opinion.

"I've never seen that in my life. Evie, do you think…"

She nodded. "It's her. Gotta be."

"All those vamps and ghouls on I-80. They're all coming in for Mother's Day."

Dean stood up and started pacing. "Um… Heh. Okay. Well, if that is Big Mama…whatever she is, we got zero on ganking her. What are we gonna do if we run into her. Throw salt and hope?"

Bobby scoffed. "No. We're gonna turn tail and run because we're in over our heads."

"We'd better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her."

All of a sudden there was a flurry of activity around them.

The four of them looked around, puzzled.

"What's the ruckus?" Bobby asked.

An officer stopped. "A guy just went postal down at the Cannery.

Bobby sighed. "Ok we'll go. You finish here."

Down at the docks Bobby and Evie walked towards the crime scene. They flashed their badges at an officer. "FBI Willis and Carson, how many in there." Bobby asked.

"Six dead."

Bobby looked surprised. "What happened?"

"Apparently a guy walks in, pulls a hunting rifle, just opens fire." He waved the Captain over. "Captain! This is Agents-"

"What? There a fed convention in town or something?"

Bobby scoffs. "I beg your pardon?"

Before the Captain could answer, a familiar voice rang out. "Agent Willis? Am I right?"

Bobby and Evie stared at Rufus. Agent?" They asked simultaneously.

"Wasn't expecting you, yet." Bobby added.

"Well apparently you didn't get the call. Gentlemen, will you excuse us?"

The Captain nodded.

Rufus, Bobby, and Evie walked away. "What in the high holy are you doing here, Rufus?"

"Same as you, tracking 31 flavors of crazy, which lead us both smack into the middle of this."

"Right. Huh. Can we talk to the perp?"

"Well, we can give it a shot. I don't know if he's gonna talk back to us though. Cops put eighteen bullets in him. So…"

Bobby looked at him like he was nuts. "So, what?"

"So, are we partnering on this or not? Come on, man. It's not rocket surgery. We're here. Let's do this. Just like old times." He glanced at Evie. "She can come too."

"Long as I get to drive."

Rufus laughed. "Hell no."

Bobby rolled his eyes.

Autopsy Room

Evie ran a gloved finger through the cadaver's hair, looking for any hidden marks. Bobby and Rufus were checking the rest of the body.

"So, do you think the mother of whatever the hell is wrapped up in this, Bobby?"

"Looks like."

"These guys are just going berserk, Bobby. How is that a monster thing?"

"I don't know. That's why we're hacking him open." Bobby paused, looking at something. "Hand me one of those swab things over there."

Rufus handed Bobby a swab and Bobby rolled it around the inside of the cadaver's ear. The swab comes out covered in blue-grey goo."

Rufus looked over at it. "What have you got? That ecto?" He took the swab. "That's not ecto." Rufus sniffed the swab. "What the hell is that?"

Evie looked at him in disgust. "Why the fuck didja smell it?"

Rufus shrugged at her. "Just being through."

Bobby didn't seem bothered at all. "It's something new."

"New? No such thing as new Bobby."

Evie stared at him. "Of course, there is. The mother of all monsters is loose, Rufus. If she created them, who's to say she can't create new ones?"

"Great." Rufus muttered. He looked at Bobby. "Just what I needed. Another you."

Bobby shrugged. "Girl's got a point Rufus. We don't know what the hell this is. But I can tell ya one thing."

Rufus looked perturbed. "And what is that, Bobby?"

"The guys who snapped, one thing they had in common – they both worked at that Cannery joint.

Cannery

The three of them got out of the car at the cannery. Evie groaned and rubbed her tailbone. "Next time, I'm taking my jeep." She looked at Rufus. "When was the last time you got the shocks on this thing checked?"

He ignored her in favor of making a jab at Bobby about having his license.

At that moment, Dean and Sam walked up.

Dean grinned. "Well look what the cat dragged in."

It really is good to see you Rufus." Sam said with a smile.

"I can believe it. It must get old dealing with this miserable cuss here all by yourself."

"Is it that obvious?"

Bobby glared at them. "Why don't you three get a room?"

"All right, we all pack a snack?"

"Yeah."

"Let's see what we can see."

They entered the building, and did a room-by-room check of the lower floor. Nothing. The took the elevator to the upper floor, and started to check it. They heard a loud clanging noise as they came around a corner. They saw someone move on the other side of the doors. They raised their guns as the door opened. A woman with dark hair stepped out.

"Gwen?" Dean asked, surprised.

"Dean."

They saw a bald man pull out a gun and walk towards the doors.

An angry look flashed across Dean's face and he stormed into the other room. He stopped in front of the man, his gun inches from the man's face. "Welcome to next time," he growled, cocking the gun.

Sam ran up and made Dean lower his weapon. "No, no, no, hold on!"

"No, I said I'd kill him!" Dean yelled.

"Just a second!" Sam yelled back.

Evie, Bobby, and Rufus looked confused.

"I take it you know each other." Rufus said calmly.

"He's our grandfather." Dean said, trying to keep his anger in check.

"Oh," Rufus remarked. "Somebody needs a hug."

'So, this is Samuel,' Evie thought.

Bobby looked done with all of this. "Why are you here?"

"We're working. You?"

"None of your damn business!" shouted Dean.

"Sam, take Dean for a walk." Bobby's voice was flat.

Dean looked exasperated. "You gotta be kidding me."

"Look, Dean, it's fine." Sam put his hands on Dean's arms trying to calm him down.

"How?"

Sam lead Dean away from Samuel.

Evie could hear them arguing through the door. Everybody stood there silently, sizing each other up. Sam walked back into the room, alone.

Bobby was the first to speak. He approached Samuel. "So. You're Samuel."

"You must be the guy pretending to be their father.

Evie clenched her fist.

"Well, somebody ought to." Bobby retorted.

Samuel looked at Evie. "And who is this?"

She stared hatefully at him. "Evie. You don't need to know anything else."

Samuel nodded. "Now I remember, you're Crowley's girl. Shame he couldn't be here."

A white-hot jolt of pain tore through her. She went to lunge at him, but Bobby put his hand on her shoulder. "Easy darlin'. We may need him."

"Fils de pute ! Je vais t'étrangler avec tes boyaux !" Evie yelled.

Samuel ignored her and looked at Sam. "Sam. You're looking well."

Sam glared at him. "Save the small talk."

Samuel looked him up and down. "You seem different."

"I got my soul back. No thanks to you, I hear."

Samuel raised his eyebrows. "You hear? You don't remember?"

Sam scowled. "I remember enough."

Rufus interjected. "I, uh, really hate to break up this little circle of love, but why don't we talk shop huh? How about you tell us what it is you're hunting?"

"A creature from Purgatory. She calls herself…"

Eve." Evie interrupted. "Yes. We're aware. Get to the point."

"They call her mother. She was here about 10,000 years ago. Every freak that walks the face of the earth can be traced back to her. And she's back."

Bobby sighed. "Yeah, we know."

Samuel glared. "You don't know half the things I know, kid. Hell, until recently, you didn't even know about us."

"I now know that you'd throw your own kin to hungry ghouls. I think I know enough." Bobby said calmly.

Gwen looked shocked. "You what?"

"Dean lied to the man." Samuel said dismissively.

Bobby looked at her. "How about you ask Dean?"

"Good idea." Gwen left the room.

Once again, the room was silent. Evie was still fuming. They stood there, staring hatefully at each other, only to be startled by the sound of a gunshot.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review.

Translation:

You son of a bitch! I'll strangle you with your own guts!