A/N: This chapter describes what happens to Mrs. Trunch and why. I don't state it directly, so pay attention….
"Little one, come here."
Evy got up from the floor of her bedroom in Bobby's house and walked over to John. "What's wrong, Daddy?"
"Nothing's wrong. Come with me for a second. There's someone here you need to meet." When Evy looked scared, John held his arms out to her. "You want me to hold you?"
"Yes, please." Evy said, eagerly taking his invitation.
John wasn't surprised she was afraid. He had picked her up from a babysitter the day before, and the babysitter had yelled at her, spanked her, shamed her for accidentally wetting herself, and refused to feed her, all within the space of two days. Evy didn't do well with strangers, and John had a feeling that it would be a long time before she would willingly talk to anyone she didn't know well again. But she needed to see these two people.
When John made it to the living room, he felt Evy squeeze his neck tightly. He placed a hand on her back and rubbed it in small circles to try and soothe her. There were two men there, both of them around John's age. One had brown hair, the other black, and they both smiled at Evy as John sat on the couch with her. Dean and Sam stood against the doorway, while Bobby sat at the desk. The two strangers, at John's invitation, sat down with them. The older one, the one with black hair, started talking first.
"Hi, sweetheart. Did your daddy tell you who we were?"
"No, sir." Evy said quietly.
"Well, my name's Elliot, and this is my brother Mark." Elliot said, pointing to the younger man beside him.
"Hi." Evy said, biting her bottom lip. She was still nervous, even with her whole family around her.
"Hi, sweetie." Mark said.
"Evy, we came to apologize to you." Elliot said.
Evy was confused now. "What do you have to say sorry for? I never met you before now."
"Mrs. Trunch? The lady that babysat you this weekend? She's our mom." Elliot said.
"Oh." Evy said. "I didn't know she had any kids."
"I'm not surprised." Mark said bitterly.
"Mark." Elliot said sharply, and Mark immediately shut his mouth. Elliot turned back to Evy. "Yes, sweetie. She's our mom. And Mark and I just wanted to tell you that we're really sorry she hurt you like she did."
"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not mad at you." Evy said.
"Thank you, sweetie. We appreciate that." Mark said.
"Evy, we wanted to apologize because she used to hurt me and Mark the same way she hurt you this weekend. Mark and I ran away from her to go live with our dad. That's why you didn't know she had any kids. After we left, she started telling people she didn't have any kids." Elliot explained.
"Why wouldn't Jim have told us about that?" John asked, shaking his head.
"He didn't know." Mark said. "After we ran away to go with our dad is when she moved to Jim's church. She told him she had never gotten married."
"When you called Jim yesterday, he did some research and got in touch with us. Don't blame him. He honestly didn't know." Elliot said. "She was always really good at convincing everyone she was a saint.
"I'm sorry she was so mean to you." Evy said. "Both of you."
"Thank you, sweetheart." Elliot said. "That's really sweet."
"But don't worry, honey. She won't hurt anyone else." Mark said. "You have our word on that."
"How do you know that?" Evy asked.
"That's grown up stuff, little one." John said. "But we promise, all of us do, that Mrs. Trunch won't hurt anyone else."
"Okay, Daddy." Evy said.
"All right, little one. We're all going out for a while. Sam's gonna feed you dinner and put you to bed, okay?" John said.
"Okay, Daddy." Evy said. "Can I ask you something? In private?"
"Sure, sweetie. Whisper it in my ear." Evy craned her neck a little and whispered into John's ear. John smiled and nodded. "Sure. It's okay with me. Go ask uncle Bobby and then ask them."
Evy jumped down off John's lap and ran to Bobby, who agreed to whatever she had been coming up with. Evy walked back over to Elliot and Mark.
"Will you two stay for dinner?" Evy asked. "Sammy makes really good pancakes."
Elliot smiled. "I'd love to, sweetie, but we don't want to be in the way."
"You two surviving with that old bat? You deserve it." Bobby said.
"We'd love to, sweetheart." Elliot said.
"Yeah." Mark said. "Thanks."
"Hey!" Sam said, throwing a hand on his hip and looking at Evy with a mock glare. "What makes you think I'm making pancakes?"
Evy grinned, that million dollar grin that melted the hearts of every tough man in the room. "'Cause you love me and you want me to be happy?"
The room exploded in laughs. John leaned down and kissed Evy's cheek. Dean gave her a hug, then followed John out to the Impala. Evy insisted on 'snuggling' with Bobby, who picked her up, wrapped her up inside his jacket, and held her while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Evy kissed his cheek and let Bobby go. After Bobby went out to the car, Dean quickly came back inside.
"I thought you left." Evy said, as she went to help Sammy with the pancakes in the kitchen.
"Forgot something, kiddo." Dean reached into Bobby's cupboard and pulled out a can of salt. He walked over and kissed Evy's cheek again. "See you later, kiddo."
"'Kay, Deanie. Love you."
"Love you too, kiddo. More than anything." Dean said, walking out the door.
"Come on, Cricket." Sam said. "You want to make your pancakes?"
"Your pancakes?" Elliot asked. "What's so special about your pancakes?"
"They taste extra super yummy." Evy explained excitedly. "They got cinn…cinnmanin…Sammy?"
"Cinnamon." Sam enunciated slowly.
"Cinnamon." Evy repeated just as slowly. "You want to help us?"
"That sounds awesome!" Mark answered. "I'd love to."
"Mr. Elliot? Mr. Mark? Can I ask you something?" Evy asked.
"Anything, honey. What is it?" Elliot asked.
"Well, I don't have a lot of friends. Just uncle Bobby and pastor Jim really. You want to be friends?" Evy asked.
"We'd love to." Elliot answered. "Come on, let's go make these pancakes."