Dean awoke the next morning to an empty bed. He sat up and looked around the room, rubbing his eyes and went pale upon seeing a post-it note reading 'I'm sorry' on the headboard being held in place by Eva's knife. He shot out of bed and shook Sam awake.
"Get up!" he yelled, throwing on his jeans.
"What's going on?" Sam replied, groggily.
"She's gone," Dean yanked the knife from the headboard and tossed the note to his brother. Sam read the note looking confused then launched out of bed, got dressed, and helped his brother pack up. "God I hope she didn't do anything stupid."
"What, you mean like us?"
"That's exactly what I mean," the brothers raced to the Impala. Sam called her cellphone repeatedly, leaving message after message.
"Eva, it's Sam. Please don't do anything stupid. We're coming to find you," he hung up and looked at Dean, then smacked him in the arm. "The house. Check the house!"
Dean spun the car around and headed toward the house where her friend had been killed the night before. He barely had the car in park before he jumped out and ran inside, coming face to face with Crowley.
"Dean, my old friend," he greeted him in a chipper tone.
"Whatever deal you offered her you take it back, you hear me?"
"Squirrel," he sighed and patted Dean on the shoulder and looked up as Sam entered the front door. "Ah, and Moose, of course, I've only just MET Natasha," he smirked. "Lovely girl, seems just your type…Blonde, feisty, a martyr…"
"She wouldn't," Sam interjected.
"Oh I think she would…but you know I would be willing to make a deal."
"Where is she?"
"Upstairs, last door on the left," he smiled sweetly. Sam glared at Crowley as Dean ran upstairs.
When Dean entered the room, she was sitting on the bed, knees pulled tight to her chest. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
"I haven't signed anything yet, I'm going over my options."
"This isn't an option, Eva, believe me, he will screw you over, I've been there."
"And you made it out alive," she insisted.
"BARELY!" he yelled, startling her, "I barely made it out of Hell and the only reason why is because the angels needed me out of hell, it wasn't a joyride."
"ALL OF THIS WAS MY FAULT!" she cried, "it was my fault," her eyes pleaded with him for support. "…I need my friend, Dean, please you have to understand that."
"Eva she's in a better place now," he gripped her shoulders, unsure if he was being entirely truthful. She shook her head and stood up.
"I have to do something."
"Well not that. I was devastated when Bobby did it, I'm not letting you do it too."
"My dad sold his soul?"
"Well…more like pawned it…he got it back but it wasn't easy."
"So, I sell it then we buy it back!"
"No. I told you that's not how this works."
"And I told you that I need my friend back," she raised her voice. She could be so stubborn it drove him crazy. He couldn't decide if he wanted to throttle her or take her right there on the bed before she did something stupid. As he opened his mouth to speak, Crowley appeared suddenly in the room.
"Squirrel. Cat got your tongue?" he chuckled to himself at his joke. Eva and Dean looked at each other with eyebrows raised.
"We were kind of in the middle of something," Dean gritted his teeth.
"No you weren't, not yet anyway," Crowley winked. Eva gave Dean a look and nodded to herself, clearly agreeing that a romp in the sack with him would be more than okay, despite the situation at hand.
"Can we please sack up and get on with this?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Of course, my dear. Are you willing to sell?"
"No, but I think you're going to want to do exactly as I say."
"And why is that?"
"If you don't, I'll kill you," she stated boldly. Dean's palm connected with his face as he shook his head. Crowley shot Dean a look.
"Is she new?"
"At making deals? Yes," he looked at Eva, "she's not making any deals with you, but since it was one of yours that killed her friend, I'd think about fixing that."
"And why would I do that? It's not my job to make sure that Little Miss Sunshine is happy, it's to rule Hell and collect tenants."
"Can both of you shut up?" she piped in. "Out of curiosity, how long would you give me?"
"I'll tell you what," Crowley turned his attention to the blonde, reaching out and taking a lock of her hair between his fingers. She pulled away looking disgusted as he smiled. "You can have your friend back, and keep your soul. IF," he paused.
"If? If what?"
"Eva, don't do it. It's not worth whatever he's offering," Sam said quietly from the door. She hadn't even heard him come upstairs.
"But."
"No buts," Sam insisted. Crowley stepped in front of the younger Winchester.
"Look you've got one chance here. I'm offering for you to keep your soul, and have your friend back if you rule Hell with me." Crowley interrupted.
"What is that the only way you can find a girl? Blackmailing her into being with you for all eternity?"
"I like her, Dean, she reminds me of you in a way…only less prickly."
"Get out," she whispered.
"What was that?"
"I said get the fuck out," she spat. Sam shot Dean an approving look with a subtle 'thumbs up', and then patted Crowley on the back.
"Maybe next time," Sam said unsympathetically to the demon. Crowley turned to Eva.
"This isn't the last I'll be seeing of you," he narrowed his eyes at her with a smile, "I think you'll come crawling back sooner than you think," he nodded at the trio before disappearing. Eva rubbed her eyes.
"When I got here her body was gone…I think he might have someone possessing it."
"We'll figure it out," Sam nodded and looked at Dean who turned to them looking furious.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" he hollered, making Eva jump.
"I...I don't…" she stuttered.
"You didn't THINK! You didn't think about the other people around here that give a shit about you and that love you!"
"Dean it would be like you losing Sam," she said quietly.
"And I HAVE lost Sam before, and he's lost me and it is one shitty runaround!"
"I'm sorry."
"You're not sorry. You were being selfish and stupid."
"Dean, please, I'm sorry!"
"I thought I lost you!" He looked upset. Sam stared at his brother. He'd never heard Dean say anything like that to anyone but Bobby and himself before.
"I can take care of myself!"
"You don't HAVE to take care of yourself! God dammit, Eva! When are you going to figure that out?"
"Fine! I get it!"
"Good!"
"GOOD!" she yelled, as Dean turned and grabbed her, pressing his lips to hers passionately. Sam cleared his throat, but it was no use, they were ignoring him at this point. "I'm so sorry," she breathed between kisses.
"I won't lose you too," he pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Ditto," she nodded, and kissed him once more, then turned to see Sam standing awkwardly near the door.
"You guys done?"
"Yes. Yes I'm sorry you had to see that," Eva blushed.
"I'm not," Dean muttered. "Can we please leave now?"
"Yeah I just want to grab a few things first," she went around the room collecting photos and other mementos.
"Wait, this was her house?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah…moved in a month ago…I was supposed to help her paint the bathroom when I had time off from a case," she smiled to herself then grabbed the guitar sitting in it's case in the corner of the room, "let's go."
"You sure you're going to be okay?" Sam asked as the three of them packed up the Impala.
"She'll be fine, Sammy. She's got us," Dean put an arm around her and squeezed her shoulder before they piled into the car. As they pulled away from the house however, Eva could have sworn she saw Crowley standing with Sarah in the road when she looked in the rear view mirror. She did a double take, but when she looked back again they were gone.
"I don't think this is over, Dean."
"Neither do I."
