Smart. Beautiful. Dead.

Reverie

"Dad?" Sam said shakily into his cell "Dean's gone" he mumbled.
Sam woke to find his brother was gone that morning. He had taken his bags and left in the cloak of darkness without a word of warning.
"Where are you?" John asked shortly.
"Apple valley Inn" Sam muttered.
"I'll be there as soon as I can" John assured hanging up.
Sam sat in silence for a few seconds then decided to dial his brothers cell for the 23rd time and for the 23rd time it went through to Dean's voicemail.
"Dean...Please just call me back when you get this" Immediately Sam felt like an absolute idiot as his eyes fell upon Deans smashed cell phone on the ground. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes then fell back onto his bed slapping his hand smack bang in the middle of his head out of annoyance and frustration.

Sam noticed Jo glaring profusely at her sister from across the room as Eve made boring small talk with Dean. Dean had managed to stop the feuding for a small while and Eve decided to stay for one more night after all it was dark out.
Sam watched on bemused as jealousy grew on Jo's face. Dean and Eve seemed oblivious, totally engrossed with each other. Eve now understood why her sister had run away in search of this man. He was charming, witty and striking to say the least. But she knew his type, he lured you in, sweet talked his way into your pants and spent a night of hot, steamy, amazing sex with you then left in the cover of darkness never to be seen again.
She had only had one such experience in her life and was determined for it never to happen again so as Dean stared mesmerized into her bright green eyes she quickly snapped out of the reverie he had her in.
"It's late" she mumbled glancing up at the clock that hung crooked on the wall.
"Past your bedtime?" he mocked cheekily.
She smirked "No but ah, I think if I stay any longer Jo's gonna be burning a hole in my skull with that piercing glare of hers" Eve whispered prompting Dean to glance over at Jo who abruptly turned her attention to something else. He smiled and nodded "Sleep well then"

Sam's cell rang "Hello?" he answered.
"Im here" John mumbled.
Sam hung up and slipped his jacket on, grabbed his bag then coerced Ezra out the door.
"A dog?" John mumbled.
"He was Eve's" Sam pointed out as Ezra reluctantly jumped onto the seat that lay before him.
"Oh" John breathed hanging his head "Do you have any idea where Dean could have gotten to?" John asked.
"I think I know exactly where he's going"

The Impala roared down the highway at light speed. Dean hadn't slept for at least 40 hours but the constant memories and flash backs of her seemed to keep him alert and awake.
He felt scared, didn't know what he would say to her as he approached Ellen's Place, he guessed he would just say it, plain and simple, Eve's dead.

"Ellen's place?" John exclaimed "Why on earth would he be going to Ellen's place?" John asked.
"Because... Ellen, had a daughter called Eve" Sam said softly.
"What?" John said dumbfounded.
"Eve was Ellen's daughter" Sam said remorsefully trying not to look at his fathers pale face.
"Oh god" John whispered under his breath "Oh, oh, no" he stuttered running his hand across his forehead and down his left cheek.