CHAPTER ELEVEN


Of course, I wasn't alone with Sam until after we finished a demon job in freaking 'Sin City.' I actually had no idea of the town's real name, that was just my nickname for it. How did my first encounter with demons go? It wasn't fun, that's for sure. What was even less fun was the fact that Sam seemed to be ignoring me. So when Dean said something about going out to the bar for the night, I pounced on the opportunity that would give me.

"Oh yeah, you go do that. Sam and I can look for our next job," I said to Dean with a smile. Sam opened his mouth to object but I cut him off. "Have fun!"

"You got it. I'll be back by morning. Maybe," Dean said and left. I turned back to Sam. We made eye contact, but he almost instantly looked away.

"Just stop." Sam didn't look up.

"Stop what?"

"This whole 'screw you, you upset me so you get the silent treatment' act!" you exclaimed, slamming your hand down on the table. He finally looked you in the eye.

"You made it pretty clear that I wasn't your boyfriend back there. I'm just treating you like a work associate." I rolled my eyes in response.

"I thought you were pissed about that. Wow. It's the truth though- the boyfriend thing. You never asked me out. What, you think just because you kiss me that means we're dating?"

"Um, yeah!" he exclaimed, obviously frustrated.

"I'm sure you've left plenty of girls after a one-night stand, and I'll be damned if that's what I become to you." Sam sighed, turning away. "I'm a classy girl, Sam. Not some tramp who lets men trample all over them. If you want more than a first kiss, you have to ask me out. Plain and simple." He didn't reply. "Okay, I'm leaving."

I grabbed my coat and left the room. Once outside I called Dean.

"Evelina? Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah… I was wondering if you could come pick me up and take me to the bar with you."


I downed my first shot and immediately grimaced. Whiskey? Not my thing. I looked behind me. Sam, who had come outside after me and decided to come too, was hustling someone at pool.

"Another shot, please," I said to the bartender. She nodded. I glanced at the man who sat down beside me.

"Hey, beautiful," he said in a husky voice, winking.

"Do me a favor," I replied with a forced smile. "Screw off." He laughed.

"Wow, ain't you a sweet talker."

"Damn straight." As soon as the bartender refilled my glass, I took a sip.

"Whiskey not your thing?"

"No." You let out a harsh sigh. "But I decided that I needed something stronger tonight. The man smiled. I wasn't sure if he was attractive or the alcohol was affecting my brain.

"How about you and I get out of here?" the man asked, reaching his hand out and stroking my arm. I yanked away, but he rested his hand there again.

"I don't do one-night stands, and I certainly won't do you," I snapped. He gripped my arm tightly.

"Oh, but I insist." The man's breath reeked of alcohol. I was surprised he hadn't already passed out on the floor.

"Leave me alone." I tried to pull away but he was much stronger than me. Not that I'm a weakling… Okay, I'm a weakling, I admit. At the moment I really wish I'd invested in a personal trainer at the gym.

"Only if-"

"She's already told you to leave her alone. I don't know what no means in your dictionary, but in the rest of the world's it means NO." Sam stepped between the man and I.

"Oh yeah, and who are you to tell me what to do?" the man asked. Sam opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off.

"He's my boyfriend." He looked down at me with a smile, then took my hand and began pulling me away. "Sam, where are we going?"

"Back to the motel." I nodded, letting him pull me away.


Sam stared down at Evelina, taking all her features in. His hand cupped the side of her face.

"Are you going to stare at me or…?" she asked with a smirk. Sam quickly kissed her, his hands finding her hips. Evelina wrapped her arms around his neck. He roughly kissed her while pulling her shirt up.

"No," she gasped out, pushing him away. "Sorry, but I can't. Remember what I said earlier? I don't let men walk all over me. We know each other on the friendly level. I want to know you more intimately before we do that, okay?" Sam nodded, brushing his hair back.

"I respect that. Anything you want, I'll respect." She smiled and pulled her shirt back on.

"Back in our college days, I only knew the top level of you. Well, the top top layer, considering you kept this life a secret from everyone." Sam knew she was right. That was one of his biggest regrets- not telling Jessica about his past life before she died. He wondered if he really liked Evelina, or she was just a replacement for Jess. That's what Sam was afraid of; subconsciously using Evelina, when she really deserved much better than him.