Author's Note: So here's the thing, I'm really not a fan of the weak female character in general. But with this story it seemed appropriate for the moment.

Anyway hope you enjoy this one. :) PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! :)

Chapter 14: Keep Myself Awake

Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake.

Evelyn Grey lay on the cold tiles staring up at the mould that had collected on the ceiling of the bathroom. She had tried to keep track of how long she had been lying there but soon found that it took all of her remaining strength to keep her eyes open. Her body willed her into sleep but Eve knew that she would surely die if she were to give in.

Sleep seemed so appealing now. All the pain would wash away and there would be nothing. No agony, no blood, only the peace of death. She wondered what it would be like but was soon distracted from that thought as she continued to battle her own body against unconsciousness. The bleeding had slowed but hadn't stopped all together. Eve was still wearing her gym clothes from days ago. Her grey tank top was soaked through.

She was beginning to shiver as the night air that blew in from the open window cooled the blood around her. And when she died the rest of her body would cool until there was no heat left.

Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake. Keep awake.

It seemed like such a simple request. She compared it to running on the treadmill. You'd try and maintain that constant speed even though your legs had started to burn. Soon your legs would want to give out and you'd have to give in eventually. Soon she would have to give in to sleep. She couldn't lay like this forever.

When would John, Sam and Dean be coming back? But then the more pressing question became, how would they know she was laying there dying? Eve opened her mouth to speak but she could form no words. The only sound was her fast and short breaths but it wouldn't be loud enough to alert the Winchesters.

She wore no jewelery on her hands or arms so she couldn't scrap them on the tiles. Her shoes were thin sports shoes and wouldn't be heavy enough to bang on the ground. Eve wasn't even sure that she would be able to lift any of her limbs.

'So what's our next move?' a male voice asked as the front door opened. All Evelyn could do was grip the bloody tiles as she tried to force her limbs to obey.

'That's what we're going to figure out now.' Which Winchester was that? She knew it was them but their voices all seemed the same to her now. The front door slammed shut and she could hear them tossing their things down.

'Eve?' I'm in here! Her thoughts yelled but she couldn't get the words out. Anger and frustration washed over her and she again willed her body to do as she commanded. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought that she might die in the bathroom with her only salvation sitting unawake on the other side of the door.

I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here! I'm in here!

'Eve how you doin?' someone asked. There was a slight pause before someone else answered.

'I'm sure she's just sleeping or something.' Evelyn's breaths became shorter and faster with desperation. She concentrated on trying to breathe louder so that they would hear her.

'Eve?' he asked again. Was that John or Dean? It seemed so hard for her to tell now. Her breathing got a little louder but it wouldn't be loud enough.

'Eve?' the knob twisted a little and then a lot as he realized that it was locked.

'Are you okay? Why is the door locked?'

'Dad, I think she's sleeping. Or maybe she's in the tub or something.'

No! her thoughts screamed out for them to notice but it was no use.

'John Winchester.' she giggled. 'Long time no see.' He raised his gun to her but still she continued to laugh.

'Oh Johnny you really think that's going to do you any good?'

'You wouldn't want me to ruin that body.'

'Let's not pretend shall we. You know as well as I that no harm can come to this body.' John's eyes widened with shock for a moment before he regained his composure.

'So what brings you here John? Have you come to send me back to hell?' she mocked bending down to grab the hilt of the knife jutting from the body that lay at her feet.

'What do you think?' With one swift motion she ripped the blade from the flesh and held the knife up with pride. She licked some of the blood from the blade and closed her eyes a moment as if savouring the taste.

'Mmmm, hunters blood. Is there anything better?' She laughed again as he continued to watch her silently.

'Come on aren't you happy to see me? Shouldn't we embrace or something? We are long lost friends.' She held out her arms in readiness.

'I know you're trying to mess with my head.'

'But I love you Johnny. Why did you do this to me?'

'It's the demon talking.' he muttered trying to stay focused.

'Please help me John...please. Why won't you help me?'

'No.' his jaw tightened in anger as she dropped the knife and walked to him.

'All I wanted was a little fun and you had to get all serious on me. You humans and your emotions. It makes you so weak.'

John fired his weapon and she stumbled back as she was struck in the stomach.

'That was rude.' She walked up to him and batted the gun from his hands. John stumbled back but she grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall.

'Eve...' he gasped as her grip tightened.

'Eve's not here right now. Would you like to leave a message?'

'I'm sorry.' John whispered as he pulled a blade from his jeans and plunged it into her chest.

Evelyn gradually opened her eyes and took a few minutes to process everything. Was she dead? She looked around and found herself lying in a bed somewhere. A hospital maybe? She looked down and she was wearing hospital garments and had been securely tucked into bed. An IV was jutting from her hand and she immediately tore it out.

This wasn't right. Wasn't she just lying on the bathroom floor? Or maybe she dreamt that. Everything was so confusing. Why was she the only one in the large room? Eve ripped off her bed covers and shakily placed her feet on the cold floor.

TBC.