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Chapter 2: Chance Meetings

John often wondered what he had done to make Eve drift away from his family. He often wondered if it was something that he had done or if it was down to his eldest son. He knew that Dean had always been a little jealous of the way he had treated Eve, the slight favoritism that he had shown towards her. The difference in the way that she had been treated that had stemmed from the fact that she was the only girl, the fact that he had failed to save any of her family and the fact that the werewolf had been her father, that he had allowed Dean to shoot him. He had gone to great pains to keep that from her and he wondered if she had found out the truth somehow, from Sam or maybe even Dean in a moment of drunken guilt or even just gloating, he had never told Dean the truth either, only Sam had been able to put two and two together.

After Sam had finally managed to get Eve to answer her phone a week before, John had been certain that Eve would come. So far there had been no sign of her, she had not been to the hospital and he had not seen anyone matching her description in the area. An MGB Roadster had appeared in the parking lot of the motel two days ago but it was unreasonable for him to assume that it was Eve's car.

He glanced at his youngest son. Sam lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, dark circles around his eyes and lines of worry on his face that had no business being there. John doubted that he looked any better.

"She's not coming, is she?" Sam asked from his place on the bed, not looking away from whatever was on the ceiling that was so fascinating.

"No, I don't think that she is," he continued to look out of the window, watching as a woman with shoulder length black hair made her way through the rain and to the MGB. Something about her stirred something and he tried to grasp at it.

"I think I know how Dean's felt all this time, you know? That she never came when he asked her too, I wonder what..."

"Oh my God," the realisation hit John hard, "Eve, she's here!"

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Sneaking into the hospital this late at night had been fairly easy, Eve had years of practice behind her, it just took her a little longer than she would have liked to find Dean. Seeing him now, covered in sensors, lines and drips, she felt her heart breaking and she cursed herself for not coming sooner. He had lost so much weight, his skin stretched across bones that had no business being seen, the skin so pale that it was almost translucent, that only two months in a coma had done this to him hurt her. She could see the fresh scar from all the surgery that had been used to repair the internal damage and she touched it gently, on the verge of tears. She was a fool for thinking that she could see him alone the first time.

"Oh, Dean, I'm so sorry, I should have come sooner," she whispered as she took his hand. "It's me, Eve, just thought that I should come and let you know that I'm still thinking of you. I think about you quite a lot actually. It may not seem like it but I've missed you. Missed the way that you talk and walk. The way that you tease me and flirt without realising it one minute and then treat me like your baby sister the next. That used to really irritate me you know..." She paused, remembering.

"When your Dad and Sam called and told me what had happened I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to even accept the possibility that you were like this. Guess I should have listened, huh?" She fell silent for a long time, as though waiting for him to speak. How long she was stood looking at him she did not know, but as the light in the room, what little filtered through the gap in the curtains, began to change she roused herself, deciding that it was time to leave.

"I've got to go," she whispered, "I love you, Dean. Even if you never hear me say it again, remember that I did. Wake up for me, soon, please. Bye, Dean." As she left the room, Dean stirred, unnoticed, in the dim light.

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John was waiting in Eve's room when she got back, he had left the light off and was waiting in the darkest corner, the corner where she would be least likely to see him. He had not spoken to her for a long time and had not seen her in even longer, he was curious to see how much she had changed. She opened her door and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her before she spoke.

"Hello, John." Her senses were obviously sharper than he had remembered.

"Eve." Light flooded the room as she flicked a switch. He was shocked by the change in her. She had lost weight, not in the drastic way that Dean had, but enough for it to be noticeable. Sam had told him that she had grown her hair out, but now it was cut to just above her shoulders and it had not been styled. The fire that had once been in her eyes had dimmed and there was dark circles under and around them. She looked like she had not slept in weeks. John had assumed that she felt nothing from avoiding him and his sons. It seemed he was wrong.

"Where's Sam?" She asked him and he felt a jolt of anger that she did not ask after Dean first.

"In our room, trying to sleep." Neither moved. "Where the hell have you been, Eve?" He demanded finally. "I've been trying to contact you for three months, Sam's been trying to contact you for longer. Dean's in hospital, Eve, he's in a coma and the first person you think to ask about is Sam!"

"I know, John, I've seen him. It's just, the last time that Dean and I parted ways, we had a huge fight, I didn't think that he would want me to be there."

"Sam told me about it, but not why. Was it that bad."

"Yeah, one of our worst." She moved closer to him and threw her arms about his neck in a hug. After a long moment he put his arms around her and held her close. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I should have come sooner."

"You're here now, that's all that matters." He forgave her easily, seeing what her enforced exile had done to her. "Sam and I are going back to the hospital at eleven, come with us. We should be a family." She smiled softly.

"I'd like that."

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