"Dean?!" Eva called out after an hour. She sounded frustrated and defeated at the same time. He and Sam entered the library after a few moments.
"What's going on? Did you do it?" He asked, cautiously looking around the room.
"Yes…but…I don't…I did everything exactly how I was supposed to do it and nothing!"
"What do you mean nothing?"
"Well I used that binding spell you guys had," she began.
"The one from Crowley?" Sam questioned her.
"I don't know, it was in the archive so I did all the stuff I was supposed to do," she sighed and ran hand over her hair and threw the used up ingredients in the trash.
"Look, don't sweat it, we'll have a look and see what we can do," Dean offered.
"Exactly," Sam added with a nod.
"Yeah okay, you guys do that, I need to get out of here for a bit, clear my head." Eva pulled her hair from the floppy bun on the top of her head and left the room, grabbing her small canvas purse.
"I'll come with you," Dean suggested, clearly concerned she was about to do something stupid and reckless, considering it's exactly what he would do.
"I just want to go drive my car alone for a bit, I've been stuck in the passenger seat too long I'm gonna forget how to drive the damn thing."
"…Fine…we'll call you when we get Death down here," he shot her a look and she sighed.
"Relax I'm only driving, nothing is going to happen so stop looking at me like that. Just give me like an hour to go clear my head. Please."
"Go," Sam piped up. Dean turned to his brother then ran his hand over his mouth.
"What he said."
"Thank you," she replied finally before leaving the safety and comfort of the bunker. Dean looked at the trashcan full of used ingredients and shook his head.
"This should have worked, Sam. There's something weird going on."
"You think? Her Latin is even better than mine."
"I don't feel good about that sudden departure." Dean licked his lips slightly and took a breath, "think we should follow her?"
"No. We should get this figured out first."
"I dunno Sammy, I've got a bad feeling about all this."
"It'll be fine, Dean," Sam insisted then went back to the pages Eva was using to bind Death. Dean watched his younger brother work but couldn't shake the feeling he had that something was about to go down. After a few minutes he finally stood up from the stool he had perched on and went to grab his keys. "Dean where the hell are you going?!" Sam hollered.
"I gotta make sure she's okay," he answered gruffly and grabbed the keys to the Impala, heading out to follow Eva. "You're gonna be pissed at me, but I can deal with that," he said to himself as he got in the car and sped off in the direction of the car tracks.
While Sam worked away on the failed binding attempt, and Dean drove around trying to locate Bobby's daughter, Eva, the orange muscle car slowed to a stop at a diner off the highway outside Lebanon, Kansas. The blonde driver got out of the car with her small canvas purse and made her way inside, hoping to get a huge plate of French fries in an attempt to eat away her frustration. She looked around the relatively empty diner and sat down at the counter.
"What can I get you?" the woman working asked. She looked like she was in her mid 50's with a round face, and bleached blonde hair that looked like it had been teased every day since 1981 but, she had a kind smile.
"Can I get a big plate of fries with gravy and a coke please?" Eva responded with a small smile.
"Of course you can, dear," the woman replied sweetly, "rough day?"
"Ugh, unbelievably," she ran a hand through her hair.
"Well, I won't push. Your food will be right out," she busied herself behind the counter for a few moments before disappearing into the kitchen. Eva looked around the diner curiously. 'Fuck' she thought to herself. It was empty now, and the patrons that had been sitting behind her a few moments earlier were now gone. She slowly stood up and made her way to the door, opening it slowly as to not make any noise. When she was outside she would make a run for the car and get the hell outta dodge.
"Well where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" the plump waitress from inside gave her a menacing grin, her eyes black as obsidian.
"I lost my appetite," Eva drove the heel of her hand into the woman's nose, sending her flying backward, giving her a chance to start running. She barely made it 10 feet before two men with black eyes flanked her on either side, grabbing her arm and sending her skidding onto the graveled pavement. Her skin burned where her jeans ripped. She scrambled to get up to start running again when a heavy boot connected with her stomach, and then her ribs. She heard a loud crack with the second kick and gasped for air. Eva yelled in pain as the second demon kicked her again, this time forcing her to cough up blood. She spat out the thick, warm, coppery liquid and wiped her mouth. The waitress joined the two men and struck Eva hard across the face repeatedly until the blonde was fading in and out of consciousness. "You are one ugly bitch," Eva gasped for air, spitting out more blood.
The three demons dragged Eva to her car, then the woman yanked the keys from her pocket. The two men opened the trunk to throw her broken body inside before getting in the car and speeding off. Eva whimpered softly and winced as she reached for the phone in the small canvas bag that had not come away from her shoulder after the beating. She dialed and coughed again, spitting more blood onto her hand.
"Eva? Where are you?" Dean's voice came through the line. Her heart felt as though it could burst at any moment she was so happy to hear him.
"Dean," she gasped for air and coughed. More blood. "Help me."
"What?! Where are you!?"
"I can't…GPS on," her lungs burned with every word. "Hurry."
"I'm coming. Just hang in there, keep me on the line, you hear me?"
"I hear you," she mumbled, trying to stay conscious. He continued to speak to her in attempt to keep her awake, but the ringing in her ears and the pain in her chest and stomach made it impossible to register what he was saying. Eva felt her eyes beginning to droop in the dark trunk of the car before she spoke again "Dean?"
"I'm still here I'm trying to catch up," he stated, attempting to hide the fear in his voice.
"Evangeline," she said groggily.
"Evangeline? What does that mean?"
"It's my name. Evangeline Lita Singer," she mumbled before slipping the phone into her pocket and finally losing consciousness.
"Eva? EVA?!" Dean yelled into his own phone. He raced to find her in the hopes it wouldn't be too late. He couldn't allow her to die. Not another one. Not her.
