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Chapter Eleven: The Power of Fear Part I

Once morning came we got an early start. I didn't want to impose on Andrea and her son any more than we had. I was still weak and I looked like shit but I was mobile and that was good enough for me. Sam was my shadow but it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. I had to admit that I was afraid of being alone. I didn't want to cut it that close again and with him constantly at my side it would be hard for anything to happen to me. Sam wasn't the only one. Dean was also watching my every move, only he watched at a distance.

"Saying goodbye are they?" I asked Sam. Dean, Andrea, and Lucas were standing by the impala.

"Must be." He said looking at me.

"You're still wearing the concerned face." I told him.

"I know." He said and looked away.

"You can stop any time now."

"Once I know you're okay." He replied.

"When are you going to realize that I'm fine? Because I am, really." I told him.

"I know." He said again and pulled me against him.

"I'm hungry." I told him.

"Come on." He said and we walked to the car.

"Thank you again." Andrea said and hugged me.

"You're welcome." I smiled at her.

"Me too." Lucas smiled at me.

"You be good. Take care of yourself." I told him. He nodded. "Good." I smiled.

"Ready?" I asked Dean. He nodded.

The final goodbyes were said and Dean turned the radio on as we left town. We drove for hours, not really knowing where we were going. I slept most of the way, not feeling like doing anything else. Sam and Dean hardly talked. At one of our stops I switched spots with Sam and laid across the back seat. I closed my eyes, trying to catch some sleep when I head Dean and Sam talking.

"I'm worried." Sam told his brother.

"You're always worried." Dean replied.

Sam gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I guess I am. But she nearly died."

"I know." Dean replied sadly.

"We should send her home." Sam told him.

"Yeah, we probably should but you try telling her that."

"I was hoping you would." Sam smiled.

Dean laughed. "I'm not telling her anything."

"What, are you afraid of her?"

"She could kick both our asses if she wanted to. She was taught by dad just like us. Plus she has army skills from her military man. I'm not going to piss her off. She'd never leave anyway. Besides, we need her visions and she needs us to help with them. If one of the people she saw died she'd never forgive herself."

"Yeah I know." Sam replied.

"That's not all of it though. What is this really about?" Dean asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"It's nothing." Sam replied looking out the widow.

"It's not nothing. Just tell me what it is."

"I think I might be falling for her." Sam told his brother.

I kept still as I listened to them talk, doing my best not to let on that I was awake.

"Falling for her? You?" Dean said and laughed. "I never thought I'd see you fall for anyone after Jess."

"Yeah, I guess it's possible." He smiled.

"How does she feel about you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Sometimes I think there might be something there and the next I don't. Sometimes I think she's still getting over Jim and sometimes I think she's into dad. Half the time I think she's into you." He replied.

Dean laughed. "She's not into me." He told him.

"I don't know. The way she looks at you sometimes…" He said and looked at his brother. "And the way you look at her."

"Hey, don't bring me into this. If you want her you can have her." Dean replied.

"You're lying." Sam told him.

"I don't like you." Dean told his brother.

"I don't like you either."

They were quiet for a few minutes, enough time for me to pretend to just wake up. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Morning." Dean smiled.

I smiled at him through the rearview mirror. Sam turned around and looked at me. I smiled at him before looking out the window. I didn't know how I felt about the new information I had just learned. I rubbed my face and scooted low in the seat.

"How long did I sleep?" I asked.

"Few hours." Sam replied.

"You guys want to stop for a while?" I asked.

Dean turned and looked at me. "Sure." He smiled.

I stared at him a moment, his tone sounding worried. Sam turned his head and looked at me. I just smiled in a way telling him to knock it off. We stopped at a small diner in the next town we went through. As soon as the car stopped I got out. I walked toward the road, away from the diner and the car. I took out my phone and opened it dialing someone I hadn't in a while.

"I didn't think you'd pick up." I told the voicemail. "I wanted to talk to you. I had a hard time yesterday and I wanted to hear your voice. John, when you get this if you could call me I could really use a pick me up. Miss you…" I said and hung up.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked me.

I looked at him and fought the lump that formed in my throat. I nodded and looked at the ground. "I'm fine." I finally got out.

"What is it? Who were you talking to?" He asked.

I smiled and looked at him. "I was calling your dad but he a…didn't answer."

"What's wrong?"

"Dean, I don't really want to talk about it right now. I just have a lot on my mind." I told him flatly.

He nodded and looked at me. "Okay. You wanna get something to eat?"

"Yeah, I should eat." I told him.

We went into the diner and Sam already had a booth and coffee waiting for us. I sat down and took a long drink out of the cup. I rested my head on my hand and stirred cream and sugar into the cup. The waitress came and I told her what I wanted. I stared into the cup not wanting to talk or to look at the two men who I knew were watching me. When our food came I ate about half of it before loosing my appetite. I moved from the booth and went to the bathroom. I just felt off. Everything felt as if it were a dream. I put my hands on the sink and almost immediately started shaking. I started to sob, not knowing where it was coming from. I sobbed until I felt sick, rushing into a stall and emptying my stomach into it. I slid to the floor and sobbed into my knees, rocking myself back and forth. I sobbed until I couldn't anymore. When the tears finally stopped I sat there and waited for my shaking to stop and the redness around my eyes to diminish. When I thought I was okay to leave I went back to the booth.

"Ready to go?" I asked them.

They just looked at me. Dean put some money on the table and we left. I got into the back seat of the Impala and waited for them to get in. They were talking over the car. I sighed and rested my head on my hand. When they finally got in we headed on the road again. Sam had gotten a paper and he was going through the obits.

"I might have something here." Sam announced. "Two people were beaten to death in their own bathroom. The door was locked and both victims were the only one inside. Says here that there were witnesses to both, they were trying to get into the room. They heard yelling inside of the bathroom and then numerous blows before the yelling stopped, the door unlocked, and the bodies were found inside." He finished.

"Hm, where's it at?" Dean asked.

"Smeltings, Tennessee." He replied.

"We're close." Dean said as Sam pulled out the map.

A nearly half a day later we were pulling into the motels parking lot. I sighed and got out of the car. It looked just like all the other places we'd stayed at. I brought my bag in and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the tub and took a deep breath. The knot was in my throat again. I waited for it to go away before flushing the toilet and washing my hands before going back out. I didn't want to be drilled for taking a little time to myself. I laid on the bed and looked at the clock. It was only eight but I was beat. I changed my clothes and crawled under the covers. I didn't hog the bed but hoped that maybe the brothers would share a bed for once. I wasn't going to tell them to but I hoped that they might think of it all on their own. I fell asleep but was woken up when the lights went out and someone crawled in next to me. I just closed my eyes and tried to get some more sleep.

I was running through the trees. Afraid of something, running as fast as I could. I looked behind me before the ground gave way and water surrounded me. I didn't get a chance to take a breath before I sunk deeper and deeper into the cold water. I fought to break the surface but I couldn't reach it. A figure appeared through the ripples and I stared at it, waiting for it to help me. The ripples on the surface smoothed and Dean's face appeared. He was yelling my name but I couldn't hear him. His arm was reaching out for me but I couldn't reach him. The surface shifted as he reached for me. I swam as hard as I could, my fingers just touching the tips of his when water filled my lungs and fear spilled into me.

I shot awake, sitting up, breathing hard. I ran my fingers through my sweaty hair and put a hand on my chest. A hand touched my back and another on my arm.

"Evy…"

I looked into Dean's eyes. "I'm okay. It's fine." I told him.

"Was it a vision?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No, just a nightmare." I told him. "Scary though."

"It's alright." He said putting my hair behind my ear. "Come on, lay back down."

I looked at Sam who was still sleeping in the bed next to us. I looked at Dean and laid back. I was on my side, facing him. He looked at me and gently caressed my face. I put my hand on his and took a deep breath. My eyes felt heavy but I was afraid to shut them. I gently rubbed his face with my thumb, my eyes never leaving his.

"You're safe." He told me and kissed my forehead.

"Can you just hold me for a while?" I asked him.

He nodded and kissed my forehead again as he pulled me into him. I rested my head on his chest and tried to fall asleep. He gently ran his fingers through my hair. I thought about my dream and what had happened and I felt so grateful to Dean. I held tight to him until I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the bed was half empty and Sam was still asleep across the way. I sat up and looked over at him. I made a decision and got out of bed and crawled into the other. I still felt tired and I didn't want to be alone. Sam woke up as I slid under the covers with him and he looked at me.

"Hey." He said looking at me.

"Hi." I replied.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Can you do me a favor and stop asking me that? I am so sick of hearing those words." I replied.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, just stop asking me that. I'm fine and I'm going to stay fine." I told him.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Not really. I just don't want to be alone." I told him.

"Come here." He said and pulled me against him.

I rested my head on his arm. We laid there only a few minutes before Sam moved away from me. I frowned and rolled over grabbing the TV remote. I turned on the TV to see a movie playing. Nothing else was catching me so I left it on. When Sam came out of the bathroom I took my turn and jumped into the shower. When I pushed back the curtain Sam was standing there brushing his teeth.

"Sam!" I said grabbing a towel.

"Sorry, I thought you'd take longer." He replied.

"You could've said something." I told him angrily and went into the other room. "Men. I need to find more girl friends." I told myself as I pulled on my clothes.

"Hey!" Dean said as he came into the room.

"Tell me you have coffee." I told him as I turned around. "Thank God." I said as he handed me a cup.

"You don't look happy." Dean frowned at me.

"Your brother decided that it would be fun to share the bathroom while I was in the shower. Didn't tell me though, so when I pulled back the curtain Sam got a little show." I told him. Dean laughed and shook his head. "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny." Dean smiled at me.

"I'm going for a walk." I told him.

"No you're not." Dean replied.

"I don't need to be protected Dean. It's just a walk." I told him and left the room.

I took a drink of my coffee and smiled. We were close to the outskirts of town and I found a trail that went past a ranch that could be seen from the motel. I stopped and stood at the fence and watched as the horses ran around the pasture. They ran past me, a rush of wind flowing over me. I smiled and breathed in the animals scent. They slowed down and one noticed me. It walked up and stuck his head out to smell me. I put out my hand and he smelled it before gently nibbling my palm. I laughed and stroked his neck.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked the horse. "I overheard them talking. They want to send me home. Normally I would refuse in about two microseconds. That's why I know that I'm not okay right now, because going home sounds pretty good. Except for the fact that I don't have a home right now. I thought I'd be with John and the boys for who knows how long. But I can't do this anymore." I said as I stroked the horse. "I am so scared. I have never been this scared in my life. I don't think I can fight demons anymore. I am just too afraid of what could happen. If I had it my way I'd convince the boys to run too. I just don't know what to do." The horse nickered and bobbed his head a little. "You're right. I should just get over it. The greater good needs me. I have a responsibility to the innocents that are going to be killed by the demons that are out there." I said and looked at the horse, nodding. "I'm glad we had this chat." I said and stroked the horse's neck before heading back to the motel.

"You're back, good." Dean told me. Both him and Sam were in suits, ready to go do their thing. "Are you coming with?"

"Yeah, I'll come." I smiled and changed into a more sophisticated outfit.

We drove to the first of the victims' houses and the boys showed off their badges. I had a note pad in my hands and played the note taker for the interview.

"I know this must be difficult for you but I need you to try and tell me what happened." Dean told Mr. Jacobson.

"Like I told the other investigator. Marie was in the bathroom. I was in the bedroom talking to her. We were just talking when the door slammed shut all on its own. I went to the door but it wouldn't open. I heard her ask me what was going on. Then the screaming started. It sounded like she was being thrown against the walls. She kept screaming and when she finally stopped the door unlocked and the door cracked open. She was lying on the floor, blood was everywhere. She wasn't breathing so I tried to revive her but she didn't come back to me." He finished and fought the wetness that had come to his eyes.

"I am so sorry." I said sitting next to him, putting my hand on his arm. "I am so sorry that this happened to you."

"Thank you." He said and put his hand over mine.

"I know this is hard but, ah, can you remember anything else about what happened?" Dean asked him. I frowned at him and he gave me a little shrug.

"I think we have everything we need." I told Mr. Jacobson.

"Thank you." He told me again and stood, walking from the room.

"What are you doing?" Dean whispered to me.

"He's a wreck. He told us everything he knows. What did you expect him to tell you? Did you want him to tell you what if felt like to breathe for his wife?" I shot at him.

"No. I know what that feels like." He said and walked away from me.

I crossed my arms and any confidence I had regained drained out of me. Tears came to my eyes and I took a deep breath trying to push them away. Sam had checked every inch of the bathroom but he didn't find anything. We got back into the Impala before driving over to the second victims' house.

"I don't want to go in there." I told the boys.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"If it's another story like the Jacobson's, I don't know if I can listen to it. What could be worse than listening to someone you love die?" I said and looked at him.

"I don't know." Dean said and got out of the car. I sighed and followed him. "Hi Mr. Bullock, I'm Detective Jones and this is Detective Dodgeson. We're here to talk about your wife's death." He explained.

"Why? I already talked to the cops. What more do you need to know?" He asked. He looked horrible. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He had a grungy robe covering them up.

"We're sorry. We know how hard this is for you, but we need to clarify a few things in your statement." Sam told him as gently as he could.

"Fine." He said and pushed open the door.

We walked in and were led to the living room that was littered with beer bottles and garbage from him foraging for food. He sat down in his recliner and played the tape he had been watching. It was home videos of him and his wife. Tears came to my eyes and I cleared my throat as they did their thing.

"Where did it happen?" Dean asked Mr. Bullock.

"Upstairs." He replied.

Dean nodded and looked at Sam and me before heading toward the stairs. I looked at him and looked back at Mr. Bullock and the video he was watching. At the moment it was their wedding day.

"I know this is difficult but I need you to go over what happened with me." Sam told Mr. Bullock.

"She was in the bathroom. I was getting ready for a big meeting that I had. I had to fly to Baltimore for a week. I just got promoted and had been working late every night and when I was home I had so much work to do that I never spent time with her. Jackie was the love of my life. I loved her so much. I took her for granted." He told us.

"What happened after you got ready?" Sam asked.

"I finished getting my suit on and yelled to her that I was leaving. We got into a fight. She was standing in the bathroom while I was in the bedroom. We were yelling at each other when the door slammed shut and the next thing I knew she was screaming. I heard her get slammed against the door and there were things breaking inside the room. I tried to kick the door down but it wouldn't budge. When she finally stopped screaming the door unlocked and opened, just enough for me to see her. There was a lot of blood. She was dead on the floor. I called an ambulance and they tried to bring her back but she was gone." He finished. I saw him clench his jaw before he looked up at us. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" He asked angrily. "Get out of my house."

"Okay." I said and nodded. "I'm sorry for your loss."

I went upstairs and found Dean before quickly making an exit. This man was clearly unstable and I didn't want to stay any longer than I had to. When we were outside we didn't have a lot to go on. Both were married and in both cases it was the women who was killed. We didn't know what was doing it but we needed to figure it out.

"Okay. What connection do these two women have?" Sam asked as we poured over an old newspaper site.

"It can't be the house since it happened it two houses. An affair?" I asked looking at Dean.

"Possible but unlikely unless it was the women who were having an affair." He replied.

"Alright, so it's not that." I said and sat down, resting my chin in my hand. "Maybe it's some invisible guy who has a thing for murdering women." I said before stopping and thinking about it. "Weirder things have happened." I told them.

"Who would it be?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Some science geek who made himself invisible and started murdering people. Is there any history that shows that this has happened before?" I asked him.

"No." Sam replied.

"So you come up with a better scenario." I told him.

"There was the shadow demon." Dean stated.

"See." I said and smiled.

"Glad to have you back Evy." Sam grinned and started to research.

I smiled but on the inside I wished that he hadn't said it. I took a walk to the small café nearby and brought us all back a dose of caffeine. We were up most of the night when we finally came across a missing person who simply vanished. His name was Todd Henderson, twenty-three, a science major at the community college. He had been working with his professor for over a year on some special project that no one seemed to know about. His professor was Helen Hawkins. She was in her late thirties. The two of them had an affair but when she broke it off she was found dead in her bathroom after taking a beating.

"Guess we found our murderer." I stated.

"But that was five years ago. Why start killing now?" Sam asked.

"Maybe because he's finally gone completely psycho." Dean replied. "Let's go." He said and made his way to the library door.

"But we have no idea who he's going after next." I told him.

"We have an address for a Todd Henderson. We'll start there." He replied.