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"Sam…. do something." Sam jolted awake and quickly took in the sight before him, he jumped from his seat and held her hand. Eva's eyes finally left Dean and met Sam's.
"Eva, you need to calm down……just breathe." Sam soothed as he brushed away the damp blonde streaks from her face. Her ragged breathing began to slow back to normal, and her muscles relaxed again.
"Dean, go to the nurses station." He did as he was told, not daring to look at Eva.
Once Dean had returned, Eva was back to normal, but still held tightly onto Sam's hand. Dean paced the room, but still couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. The doctor walked in, hanging his stethoscope around his neck.
"Hi there, my name's Doctor Reed, how are you feeling?"
Eva dragged the oxygen mask from her mouth, "Eva, and fine." She winced at the pain speaking had caused and at how weak she sounded.
"Hmmm, well we're keeping you in over night, and the police will be here in the morning to ask you some questions about your attack, but then you're welcome to go home. Although I recommend plenty of bed rest and limited talking, okay?" the doctor talked to her as if she was about 5 years old, only infuriating Eva even more.
She nodded her head in agreement and the doctor left. A nurse walked in holding a clear sack labelled 'Personal effects of 3401.' She left it on the empty chair by Eva's bed, smiled at her then left.
Eva craned her head to make sure she'd gone, and pulled her oxygen mask off, swung her legs off the bed and jumped off.
Dean finished pacing and finally looked at her "Whoa, what do you think your doing?"
"Leaving." Eva whispered.
"You heard what the doctor said, you can't leave yet."
"And your gonna stop me?" she said cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, if I have to."
"What are you gonna do Dean, strangle me and call me a whore!" she did her best to shout but only managed a harsh whisper. The effort only resulted in her swaying unsteadily.
Dean went to steady her but she swatted away his hand, "Don't you dare!" she bit.
She shoved past him grabbing her sack of belongings, and pulled out her red lacy thong. Noticing the boys were still watching she raised her eyebrows.
Sam hastily turned around, suddenly looking very uncomfortable, but Dean didn't move.
"Do you mind?"
"Why are you in such a rush to leave?" Dean responded.
"Fine." She slipped her thong on under her dress and began to untie the back of her hospital gown. She slipped it off of her shoulders not noticing the small gasp from Dean at the sight of her bruised torso. She retrieved her matching red bra, torn muddy jeans, bloodstained tank top and boots from the sack, and continued to dress. When she was done, she slung the mostly empty sack over her shoulder and headed for the door. Peeking her head out first, she made sure there was no one around and slipped out, Dean following behind her. Noticing that Sam wasn't following, he stuck his head back in the room.
"Sam, she's done."
"Oh." He mumbled, spinning around and following the other two.
Eva exited first and headed off to the left, away from the Impala.
"Where are you going?" Dean yelled after her.
Knowing she couldn't yell, she marched back over to Dean, "As far away from you as possible," she whispered, just inches away from his face.
"If you hadn't noticed you haven't got a car."
"There called legs," she snarled.
"Your gonna walk?" said Dean, his voice raising.
"Please, let us drive you," Sam chimed in. Both Eva and Dean turned to face Sam, Eva looked into his eyes, and found she couldn't resist.
"Fine, but you're driving." She shoved past Dean for the second time that evening and marched over to the Impala, leaning against the car door. She didn't move as Dean jammed the keys into the lock, right next to her arse. He looked up to meet her eyes, being answered with a cock of her eyebrow. She pushed herself off the car and ducked inside, closely followed by Dean plopping into the passenger seat. Sam got something from the boot, and joined the other two.
"Why have you got Dad's journal?" Dean asked, frowning.
"You said it yourself Dean, your possessed. So we need to exorcise the spirit, and I figured it would work best at the house."
"Oh great," he replied rolling his eyes. Sam made a sympathetic smile, started the engine and left the hospital.
Sam killed the engine, and looked over at Dean, "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be." They all clambered out the car. Whilst Sam retrieved what they needed, Eva let them in with the keys she'd been given. She headed for the kitchen and came back dragging a chair behind her.
"Your gonna enjoy this aren't you?"
"Hell yeah," she whispered, not even looking at him. With effort she cleared a small space in the middle of the room, luckily most of the furniture was still in a pile in the dining room and hadn't yet been assigned a place. Sam came in, one hand holding thick brown rope, the other an off green duffel bag.
"Your throne awaits," grinned Eva.
Dean threw her a nasty look and sat down. Sam chucked Eva the rope, and continued rummaging through their bag, placing the things they needed on the floor. Dean eyed all the objects; Dad's journal, a salt can, Latin dictionary and a sawn-off shotgun filled with rock salt. He was brought back to reality when Eva began to tie his right leg to the chair.
"Remind you of anything?" she rasped.
Dean flashed a fake smile. She moved swiftly, quickly finishing all but the right arm.
"Hey, go easy on me." She only tightened the rope more, and Dean bit back a hiss. She ruffled his hair violently and flopped onto the couch. Sam made one final check in the Latin dictionary and stood up, grabbing the salt and journal. He trailed a circle around Dean, and flipped open their Dad's book to the right page. He looked at Dean for a signal of some kind.
"Just do it." Dean grumbled.
"In nomen of totus res sanctus, pu-." Dean's body began to shake and his head dropped forward. A second later it flew back up to glare at Sam, his eyes like black pools.
"-putus quod sanctus, EGO expello vos, oh malum phasmatis," continued Sam. Small grunts escaped Dean's mouth, the shaking increased and his breathing came out in small pants.
"Permissum sanctus polus expello vos quod vestri existance in Is TERRA UT…" Sam was interrupted when Dean's head flew up and a yell escaped his mouth. An almost transparent white mist came from Dean, making his back arch out. Slowly it formed into the recognisable spirit of Bobby and faded out, until it could no longer be seen. Dean's body slumped back into the chair, his chin now resting on his chest.
Author's Note: Just to say that was actual Latin, I searched for a little bit and found it, pretty cool huh? Here's the translation;
"In the name of all things holy, pure and sacred, I banish you, oh evil spirit. Let the holy heavens banish you, and your existence on this earth to... (interruption)."