A/N: So, I've avoided writing Evy into season twelve. When I started writing my first Evy story, season twelve hadn't aired yet. And I'm still not sure how I feel about season twelve, so for now, this is the only season twelve Evy story. It takes place right after the episode "First Blood". Sam and Dean have returned home, and Evy has just found out about the deal they made with Billie.
Evy sat at the table, looking down at the floor and away from Sam and Dean. They were in the kitchen having some coffee as Sam, Dean, Cass, and Mary ran through the story of what had happened earlier that night. Evy had not said anything since they'd started talking. She'd been so thrilled to have Sam and Dean back, and now that she realized all of that could have turned out differently, she was seething. When Mary finally stopped talking, Evy looked up at everyone in the room.
"Cricket?" Sam asked. "You okay? You haven't said much."
Evy took a moment and thought about what to say. She opted instead for standing up and walking over to Cass. She said nothing as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for close to thirty seconds. Finally she kissed his cheek and said,
"Thank you, Cass. For saving them. For everything."
A relieved Cass nodded and returned her hug. "You're very welcome."
Evy broke away from Cass and faced Sam and Dean. "I get why you two did what you did. And I'm not mad. I'm going to bed right now, and when I get up in the morning, that's it. But I need you both to listen to what I'm about to say. Okay?"
Sam and Dean both nodded in agreement.
"You guys were gone. I didn't know if you were dead or alive or hurt or what." She said. " And the reason I wasn't with Cass and Mary when they came to get you was that…."
When she didn't continue, Sam gently prompted, "What, Cricket?"
"Because I was starting to feel the same way I did the morning Dean had to put me in Meadowview."
Both boys felt guilt go through their hearts like splinters. Evy had spent nearly a year in a mental hospital when she was eighteen after Sam had supposedly died. Both Sam and Dean had tried to watch for signs of her slipping again, but it hadn't happened. They both cringed at the thought of what one of them would be dealing with if Billie had taken the other one on the bridge. Evy seemed to read their thoughts, because she answered the question for them.
"And I'm gonna tell you something. Just because I understand why you made the deal you did, doesn't make it okay. And I'm telling you that if Billie had taken one of you tonight, I would have taken care of the other one." Evy let a dramatic pause pass at the look of shock on Sam and Dean's face. Even Mary and Cass appeared speechless at her pronouncement. "I don't care what's happening, where you are or what you're doing. If you two make a deal to give up your lives again, you better both do it. Or I will. Got it?"
Sam and Dean both nodded, too shocked to say anything else. Evy stalked off down the hall and towards her bed, tears falling down at the thought of how close she'd been to losing either of them. She fell into a fitful sleep, still crying. She woke up when Sam came in a few minutes later, but didn't open her eyes. She could tell he was staring at her, watching her sleep. She could almost see the look of guilt on his face. Her anger melted a little when Sam leaned over and kissed her and said the words she'd desperately wanted to hear for six long weeks.
"Good night, Cricket. Sammy loves you."