Chapter Twelve- Wandering Spirits
Author's Note- Hey! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Evie and Dean have a tender moment towards the end.
Chapter Song- Last Of The American Girls by GreenDay, it all fits apart from the line 'she puts her makeup on like graffiti' cos Evie doesn't wear that much make up lol
An hour later they were stood in a small and slightly crowded police station or shack because it really didn't seem stable at times. Sam and Dean were stood talking to the police chief, Dean had thought it was good if Evie stayed and watched the car. She hadn't really gone willingly but she got back at him by slamming the car door.
Sam looked out of the window blinds near by and saw her sat in the front seat of the car, sorting through all of the mix tapes. He turned around so he was facing the room again, Dean cast him a 'she better not be doing what I think she's doing' look.
Evie had been sat in the car for the best part of an hour now, she had been basically told to watch the car and make sure no one stole it. She knew it was a way of keeping her out of the way so Dean could still feel in charge and to be fair it was a very nice car, someone might want to steal it…shame about the music though. She had sived through all of the mix tapes and found about three songs she'd heard of, High way to hell, Eye of the tiger and another song her Dad used to play in the stereo all the time. Personally she preferred the soft rock or sissy rock option according to him, she would rather just call it good music, Daughtry, Breaking Benjamin and of course an awful lot of Skillet. She sighed and slammed the tapes back into the glove box. She had nothing to do…and the car would be safe for a few minutes. She had spotted the library and a local garage and store that just might have some useful things in it. Evie got out of the car and slammed the door just to piss Dean off, she walked off toward the library first.
"Now I'm sorry but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" the police Sheriff asked, Dean looked at his name tag, 'Jake Devins.
"You sure it's accidental?" Sam gained a confused look off of him, "Will Carlton said he saw something grab his sister."
"Like what?" he asked and he walked in to an office sitting at a desk and motioning for the boys to take the empty seats, "here please sit, there are no are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness monster"
Dean laughed along, "Yeah…right", casting a look out the window and finding the impala empty. His eyes widened and he looked at Sam who prayed to god Evie hadn't decided to join them.
The Sheriff carried on talking not taking any notice of them, "Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and there was nothing down there"
Dean pushed it a little bit further, "That's weird though I mean that's…that's the third missing body this year"
This struck a cord with the chief who replied more angrily this time, "I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about"
"I know" he said in an effort to calm him down.
Evie smiled at the young guy who was the only librarian in the building, he was cute and probably waiting for his college application to be returned.
"Hey," she said quietly with a smile and she leaned forward across the desk just a little bit so the right amount of cleavage was showing so that she had a very short waiting time.
"Hi" he said looking up from his desks, his black rimmed glasses nearly sliding down his nose, his eyes couldn't help but wander.
"I was wondering if I could have access to the local papers?" she asked.
"Oh of course" he said, "Going-going back to when?"
Evie laughed quietly, "However far back you have"
The guy nodded and he stood up walking off to where the newspapers were held before doubling back, "Erm is there anything else you want?"
"Oh…" she thought for a minute, "do you have any books on local lore? Like monsters and stuff?"
"Oh we have a few but none of its really local, I'll bring them to you anyway" He said with a smile, before disappearing he added, "Take a seat"
Evie did as she was told and sat down a little while away from the main desk, she was able to keep an eye on the car, the desk and the entrance.
"Anyway" Jake sighed, "All this—It won't be a problem much longer"
This confused both of them, Dean asked, "What do you mean?"
The older man gave them a confused look, "Well the dam of course"
"Of course…the dam. It's uh…sprung a leak" he said not completely sure whether the dam had sprung a leak or not.
"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that." Jake said having a dig at their supposed identities.
"Exactly" Dean said and then there was a knock on the door.
A young woman with brown hair and tanned skin popped her head around the door, "Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later"
Jake stood up and said, "Gentlemen, this is my daughter"
Dean stood too and shook her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean"
She replied with her own name, "Andrea Bar. Hi."
"Hi" he said.
Sam rolled his eyes to himself and Jake carried on talking, "They're from the Wildlife Service about the lake."
"Oh" was all Andrea could say and a little boy crept around from behind her.
Dean noticed the boy straight away, "Oh hey there. What's your name?"
The boy walked away without answering him and his Mom followed after him into the other room.
Jake answered on behalf of the kid, "His name is Lucas."
Andrea sat down with Lucas and they start playing, Andrea is talking to him but he didn't talk back.
The librarian had been back with the newspapers and local lore books quite a while, Evie had at first flicked through the books and found nothing on water or indeed the surrounding area. The majority of things happened further in state by the looks of things. Then the newspapers, they were quite thin and full of things you expected for a town this small, accidental death here and there but nothing suspicious and they only went back around ten years. There wasn't really anything else she could search apart from google and hope something like a local Loch Ness monster popped up. She sighed and thanked the librarian for his help.
The next step was the garage and some half decent music, when she entered the garage there was a bucket full of mix tapes from bands such as AC/DC, Within Temptation and Kelly Clarkson. Evie searched through the bucket and found five tapes that were going to enlighten Sam and Dean to the beauties of good taste.
"Is he okay?" Sam asked.
"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have. Well if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." Jake told them as they started to move out of the police station into the waiting area where the mother and son are.
"Thanks." Dean paused, "You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced hotel"
Andrea answered, "Lakefront motel, go around the corner, it's about two blocks south."
"Two?" he wondered and the charm came out, "Could you mind showing us?"
She laughed, "You want me to walk you two blocks?"
"Not if it's any trouble." Dean said.
"I'm headed that way anyway" Andrea said then she turned to her Dad, "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She then kissed her little boy on the head, "We'll go to the park, okay sweetie?"
Sam said, "Thanks again" to Jake and to Andrea.
Dean waved at the young boy as they left the station.
Sam, Dean and Andrea were walking down the sidewalk for a little while until they heard feet running behind them.
Evie caught up with them pretty easily and she smiled at them, "Hey…" as soon as she saw Andrea she introduced herself, "Evie"
"Andrea" the woman said.
Sam looked her up and down, "Been somewhere special?"
"No, not really…just done a bit of independent research" She said.
Dean cast her an annoyed glance and he eyes wandered down to her plastic bag before turning his full attention onto Andrea, "So…Cute kid"
"Thanks" she said.
"Kids are the best huh?" he said trying to chat her up.
Both Sam and Evie looked at each other and felt the embarrassment for him, she didn't reply until they reached the motel.
"There it is. Like I said. Two blocks." She told them as they stopped outside 'Lakefront Motel'.
"Thanks" Sam told her.
Before she went Andrea turned to Dean, "Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line. Enjoy your stay!"
She left them and Dean seemed a little gobsmacked. Evie nearly burst out laughing, "I like her"
Sam then ripped into him, "'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids!"
"I love kids" he told them both.
"Only when they have a hot mom" Evie said slyly.
Sam laughed, "Name three kids you even know"
Dean tried to think of some kids, after a few seconds Sam waved his hand and walked off in to the motel, "I'm thinking!" he shouted.
Evie shook her head and started to walk off.
"Evie…" Dean said quietly.
"Yeah?" she said turning around.
"What don't you understand about I'm gonna do the talking and stay with the car?" he asked her.
"Nothing…" she said.
"Then why didn't you listen?" His voice got harsh.
"Cause…I used to listen all the time, do what Daddy says, Do what Mommy says, do what Cra-" she stopped half way and didn't finish her reason.
Dean had guessed he'd touched on something that was a sensitive issue with her, "look" he felt slightly bad now, "Sorry but if you don't listen to me when we're hunting then you're gonna get hurt" he was worried about the next thing he said but he said it anyway, "I'd never forgive myself if you even got a paper cut"
Evie looked up from the ground, "Sorry…and I know I'll get hurt, Anna called me a wandering spirit once"
"A wandering spirit?" Dean was curious.
"Yeah, said that I'd just keep wandering until I found somewhere I was needed or somewhere I was meant to be…once I made her angry and she called me a wandering demon" Evie laughed.
"Well I don't think you're a demon" Dean laughed too and felt that a wandering spirit was something that you could call all Winchesters or all hunters for that matter. Independent, knowledgeable and cut off from the rest of society.