2008: Looking for Home

"Where is she?"

"Sam, she's only been gone forty-five minutes."

"Something's wrong, Dean."

Dean wondered why he ever bothered questioning Sam's intuition when it came to Evy. The two of them together gave Evy a lot more freedom than they'd ever gotten, and so far, she'd never abused it. While Evy had been known to leave and take a walk to blow off steam when angry with one or both of her brothers, she usually only stayed gone a few minutes before coming back and acting as if nothing had happened.

"You're overreacting."

"I'm going to look for her." Sam said, standing up and grabbing his coat.

"Great. Now you'll finally listen to me and stop trying to stop this."

"Not by a long shot. Stay here in case she comes back."

Sam searched for another thirty minutes around Bobby's neighborhood for Evy. Evy didn't have any friends around Bobby's, so he knew it was a long shot, but he looked around anyway. He checked all her favorite spots-the library, the park, the diner she liked to go to, the coffee shop she went to when she wanted to be alone. By the time he came back to Bobby's, Sam was panicking.

"She's gone, Dean."

"Yeah. She is. The neighbors just brought this back."

Dean held up a familiar jacket. It was green with a white lining, with small, familiar cuts and scratches in various places.

"Where was this?"

"He found it at the end of his driveway when he went to check the mail."

"Dean, it's fifty degrees out there. She wouldn't leave this behind."

"You think she got taken?"

"Not willingly. But what I don't know is if she got taken by something human or not."

Evy had heard before that the number seven was lucky. But as she woke up on the morning of her seventh year living at Ryan's, she couldn't help but think that seven being lucky was completely bogus.

She had worked for Ryan since, and she couldn't think of a better word for it, 'landing' in Jordan Valley. She knew that, if Dean were there, he'd be suspicious of a guy who would clothe, feed, and give a job to a kid he barely knew and expect nothing in return. But Evy didn't have a choice. She'd made attempts to contact him and Sam by phone, but every number the two of them had was disconnected. The same was true for Bobby and every other hunter whose name and number she could remember.

Then things got really weird.

She'd travelled to Sioux Falls at the end of her first week in Jordan Valley. She'd gone directly to Bobby's house and knocked on the door. Bobby didn't live there and the lady living there had never heard of him. Her favorite diner was there, but none of the staff she knew worked there. Her coffee shop was there, but again, no one knew her.

Evy's next stop had been the public library. The building was exactly the same. The same staff was there. Even the public wifi password was the same. But it was when Evy tried to find evidence of her family that she really began to panic.

She could find no evidence that Bobby Singer had ever lived in or around Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

She could find no evidence that Sam, Dean, John, or Mary Winchester had ever lived in Lawrence, Kansas.

She was able to access Stanford's files, and could find no evidence that Sam had ever been there.

Jessica Moore was alive, with a husband named Brady and two children, Max and Everett.

She couldn't find her birth certificate.

Most painful of all, Evy's mother was still alive. She owned a diner in Florida. It had always been Evy's deep seeded fear that she was the reason her mother had died. The fact that she was somehow alive now, in a world where Evy had never been born, only seemed to confirm that fear.

After two days of trying to find some kind of evidence that she existed, Evy decided that, somehow, she didn't. She was in some alternate world where none of the Winchesters had ever been born. Most things in this world were the same. Historical events were virtually identical. Buildings were in the same place, the same people were there, but there was absolutely no evidence at all that she, her brothers, her father, or Bobby had ever existed. Not knowing what else to do, Evy had gone back to Jordan Valley, and Ryan had gladly taken her in again. She'd used her first few Sundays off to go to the University of Alaska library in Anchorage to try and research the situation, but after a year of that, she'd given up.

Now, she had a different problem. She was throwing up. Again.

She'd thrown up every day for the last week, three times a day, the same time of day every day. She'd finally gone to the doctor, after being pushed by Ryan and Peter both to do so. She waited now for the doctor to come back inside. The door opened and a smiling Dr. Kepner took a seat.

"Well, what's the verdict, doc?"

"Well, you should be just fine. In a few months."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, young lady, that you need to stick around for an ultrasound."

"An ultra…" Evy's eyes grew larger as she realized what the doctor was saying. "No."

"Congrats, sweetie. You're pregnant."

Evy heard nothing else as a nurse brought in the ultrasound equipment. A few minutes later, she smiled as she watched the tiny spot on the screen move around. For once, she was glad that Sam and Dean hadn't looked for her all these years.

"Hi, little baby. I'm your Mommy."