After breakfast, the nurse brought in a newspaper, hoping it would help Evelyn remember something.

"Lebanon Times? What state am I in?"

"Kansas."

"Kansas..." Evelyn repeated in a whisper, trying to spark some kind of recognition. The date on the paper was January 25, 2013.

"Still no memories from before you woke up here?" the nurse asked. Evelyn shook her head. "Well," the nurse said as she walked over to the chair in the corner, "maybe if you see your clothes."

"My clothes? Why would my clothes help me remember?"

The nurse just smiled as she pulled Evelyn's dress from the bag. "It's unique, wouldn't you say? Very nice, but old-fashioned. Maybe from the forties? Were you at a costume party, or something?"

Evelyn held out her hand and felt the dress material. Once again, she shook her head. The dress didn't seem so odd to her. "I just don't remember."

"That's okay. Maybe if you watch some television."

She handed Evelyn the remote. Evelyn turned it over in her hand and stared at it, reading the buttons. "What's this?"

"The tv remote," the nurse said.

"T-v?"

"Honey," she said taking the remote back, "maybe you need more sleep."

Dean called Jody. Again. He knew he was probably getting on her nerves, but he had to check in.

"Dean, honey, I haven't been able to find anything on Evelyn other than her disappearance. It doesn't look like she was ever found."

"Well, that could be a good thing, right?"

"How so?"

"I don't know, you're the cop. You tell me."

Jody hesitated, "There's one thing I haven't checked, because I didn't think you'd like it."

"What's that?"

"Death certificates. If she was never found, she would have been declared legally dead at some point. At least we would know."

Dean almost went into defensive mode. He and Sam had been through this so many times already. Dean didn't want to believe that Evelyn was dead, but, as Sam pointed out, whether she had been found or not, she would likely no longer be alive in 2013.

"Do it," Dean said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Maybe we'll get some answers."

"Okay, I'll let you know what I find out."

"Thanks, Jody."

She called back three days later. Dean put her on speaker so Sam could listen in, sitting the phone on the table between them.

"Well, I know why there were no more news articles about Evelyn," Jody said.

"Why?"

"She was declared legally dead ten years after she disappeared. Since she had no living family, Eliot kept it quiet."

"Ness died two years later, Dean," Sam said.

"That's right," Jody confirmed."

"So, what you're telling me," Dean said, "is that I have nothing to go on."

"Sorry, kid."

Dean ran a hand over his face as he walked away from the table. Sam picked up the phone and took it off of speaker.

"Thanks, Jody."

"Wish I coulda been more help."

"No, please... you did everything you could."

"Is he okay?"

"At the moment? No. I don't think so."

"Evelyn," a large, blonde woman behind the counter called out as Evelyn passed, "customers at table three."

"Got it," Evelyn replied with a bright smile.

It had been four months since she was released from the hospital. Her memory never returned, but she was fine medically. The local authorities put out notices and photos of the woman found on the side of the road, but no one came forward to identify her. There was no record of Evelyn Winchester, so there was no life for her to go back to. With the help of a few social programs, she found a place to live and a job at a small restaurant.

After her lunch shift, she ordered a cup of coffee and took it to one of the small tables outside, along with the book she was currently reading. She sat sideways in the chair, with her legs over the arm. This had become her routine. Everyday, unless it was raining. On rainy days, she went home, opened the windows and turned on the radio.

This was a beautiful day, and she found that she was having trouble focusing on her book. She looked up several times to watch as people walked by, or to stare at a cloud that seemed to be moving just a little faster than the rest across the sky.

Dean was driving, listening to Ramble On. Sam sat quietly in the passenger seat, reading the local paper. They were just headed back into Lebanon after a case, on their way to the bunker. Dean casually glanced over at a small restaurant to his left. He had passed the place at least fifty times going in and out of town since they found the bunker, but something caught his eye this time. He sat up straight as he drove past, then found a place to turn around.

Sam suddenly looked up from his paper. "What the hell, dude?"

Dean parked just a few feet behind a woman sitting sideways in a chair, reading a book. "That's Evelyn," he whispered.

"What?" Sam turned to look at her. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Dean got out of the car and smoothed his hand over his shirt. He walked toward her, and was more sure than before. It was her. A large smile spread across his face as he approached, calling her name.

She looked up, and stood when she saw him coming her way. He practically knocked her over as he wrapped his arms around her. When he pulled her away to look at her, he saw her eyes darting across his face.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Do I know you?"