2010: Quod Bonum Et Verum?
"He's your what, now?" Dean exclaimed.
Evy ignored Dean, forcing herself to let go of the wall and walk towards Connor. "I can't believe it."
"Me either."
"Do you still have your birthmark?" Evy asked.
"This one?"
Connor walked over to Bobby's couch and propped his leg up, pulling up the leg of his jeans almost to his knee. There was a star shaped red mark there that almost made Evy's knees give out.
"Oh, my God. It's really you."
"Yeah. It is. Hi, Mom."
"Hi, baby."
Evy finally embraced Connor, who had to bend down to be able to reach her. An awkward silence was forming behind her, as Sam, Dean, and Bobby looked at each other, wondering what exactly was going on.
"Hey, baby girl…"
"In a minute, Dean." Evy said. She took a step back from Connor and took a close look at him again. "What happened to you?"
"Could we talk about it in a minute? I've been travelling for a day and a half and I haven't eaten more than a granola bar."
"Oh, you must be starving. We'll fix that. Give me your coat."
"I can hang it up…"
"I know you can. Just let me do this for you, please."
"Sure. Here you go."
Connor handed his jacket over to Evy, who pushed him into the kitchen. Dean asked again what was going on, only to be shushed by Evy again. She made Connor sit down and quickly made him a sandwich. Once they were sitting back down, Sam decided to try and ask the question again.
"Cricket, what is going on?"
Evy sighed. "Connor, eat your lunch. We'll talk in a minute. Okay?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Okay. Here's the deal. Sam, Dean, Bobby, you remember when I went missing a couple years ago?"
"Of course we do." Sam said.
"Remember when I told you I had a family there?"
"You were only gone for twelve hours." Dean said.
Evy bit back a frustrated groan. Don't you ever listen to me?, she thought. "Dean, we've been over this. It was twelve hours here. It was sixty years for me.