A loud bang at the door roused Eva from slumber. She groaned and looked at the clock. 'Shit how the hell is it 6am?' she thought to herself as she sat up. Her feet and legs ached as she rolled off the bed and trudged to the door, looking sleepily through the peephole. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest as she unlocked and opened the door, met immediately by a face full of holy water, and a slice to the forearm with a silver blade.

"Oh come on are you fucking kidding me?!" She wiped her face dry and wrapped her arm with a piece of fabric hanging off her outfit. Sam was the first into the room, scooping her up into a big hug.

"We had to make sure…I mean after last time…God we missed you," he smiled, kissing the top of her head before letting her go.

"I missed you too," her voice cracked a little. She wiped her eyes quickly and turned her attention to Dean. He ran his hand over his mouth, blinking back the moisture in his eyes before pulling her into his arms tight. She buried her face in his chest, taking in his scent, squeezing him as hard as she could.

"Did Death give you the message?"

"Yeah ages ago but we had no idea how to find out if it was still accurate," Sam responded.

"Well that's good…he's a nice dude once you get past the whole…reaping thing," she smiled and looked up at Dean and cupped his cheek with her hand. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?"

"I'm ok. Tripped and fell a couple times, walked about 4 miles barefoot, made a devil's trap out of blood, but I'm ok, all minor things." She smiled a little, studying his face. He looked equally exhausted and relieved to hear that she wasn't hurt, even though he knew she would insist she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

"To be honest I almost thought we'd never see you again," he said quietly.

"Never underestimate me, Dean," she smiled a little before clearing her throat. The two embraced a few moments longer before pulling away from each other reluctantly.

"So um, what's with the outfit?" Sam asked, clearly trying not to laugh. Eva rolled her eyes, as Dean finally looked her up and down, his lips curving into a grin.

"I gotta hear this," Dean held his arm out, holding a duffle bag full clothes.

"Oh this? This was Crowley's idea. I didn't have anything else to wear, so I put it on, pretended to seduce him, trapped him and ran…it might not be permanent but it buys us some time."

"Can you please do the bit first before you go change?" Dean snorted. Sam grinned, holding back his laughter.

"Aw come on guys, really?"

"Do it, c'mon, it'll be funny," Dean replied, crossing his arms.

"Ugh fine," she said, clearing her throat. "Help me Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope," she quoted before standing with her hands on her hips before letting out a snort. The two Winchesters roared with laughter for a few minutes at Eva's expense.

"Ok. Ok go change then we can get the hell outta here," Dean chuckled to himself as Eva left the two men to go shower and change into her regular clothes. Once she was clean of all the dirt and dried blood, she slipped into her bra and panties, then pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top, followed by one of Dean's big flannel shirts. She brought the soft material up to her face, taking in the scent, then rolled up the sleeves to her elbows. She pulled the zipper shut on the bag then joined the two men in the sleeping area of the motel room.

"Feel better?" Sam asked.

"God yes," she sat down and ran a comb through her wet hair, keeping her eyes focused on Dean. He looked exhausted. "So um, what's been going on? Was it seriously eight months?"

"Things have been pretty normal…well I mean…not normal for normal people but normal for us," Sam blurted a little too quickly. Eva raised an eyebrow and looked over at Dean.

"What's going on?" She questioned Dean.

"It's been going nuts out there," he replied with a heavy sigh.

"Nuts how?"

"I'm talking huge increases in vamps, weres, shifters, you name it. Demons have been running rampant, I can't explain it."

"Is it because of Crowley?"

"We don't know," Sam sighed, his long limbs settling into the chair near the window. Eva sighed.

"Well that's just awesome," she rubbed her eyes. "I'm pretty sure he's still stuck down there, but who knows."

"How did you trap him exactly?" Dean asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Eva.

"I was shackled up when they brought me down there…So I said I couldn't get cleaned up if I had handcuffs on, so they took them off, I showered and then I grabbed a nail file from my bag and carved little devil's traps into them and managed to shackle Crowley to the bed."

"Wait, to the bed?"

"Yeah I think it was supposed to be a creepy honeymoon suite."

"But you and him didn't…" Dean didn't finish his thought. Sam raised his eyebrows out of curiosity and sat up in his chair.

"Ew! No! God no," she shuddered. "That's disgusting."

"I was just asking!" Dean retorted.

"No, nothing happened, I had a shower, changed into the slave Leia costume, and you know the rest."

"You're sure? I mean Hell can mess with your head and you were gone for a really long time," Sam piped in.

"Honestly, if anything else happened I wasn't conscious for it TO happen." She explained, looking between the two brothers.

"Well…I mean if you're sure," Sam finally agreed.

"I'm sure, don't worry about me," she insisted then stood up. "Now can we please get the hell out of here?" she asked.

"Yeah of course," Dean stood and helped her up, then the three of them made their way to the lobby to check her out.

"Oh, before you leave, you have a message, Miss Ford," the man behind the counter handed her a post-it note.

"Thanks," she muttered and shoved the paper in her pocket. Whatever it was could wait until she and the boys were back in Kansas where they belonged. The three of them headed to the Impala and piled inside: Dean in the driver's seat, Sam in the passenger seat, and Eva stretched across the back seat, slipping back into a deep slumber.

It took nearly twelve hours to get back to Lebanon and Eva managed to sleep through the entire drive. Dean shot concerned looks at her from the front seat and checked on her any time the two men needed to stop for a few minutes. Dean was in disbelief that after all this time, here she was, asleep in the back seat of his car. He pinched himself a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming again, since this is how it had played out in his head for the past six months. The first two months after she was gone he woke up in a cold sweat almost every night, seeing her broken, bloodied, and bruised body on the floor of his childhood bedroom.

"Sam I know she's a heavy sleeper, but this is getting a little crazy, don't you think?" Dean asked.

"She was down there for a long time, Dean, maybe it's different for everyone depending on what you're down there for," the younger Winchester suggested.

"I dunno, Sammy, something feels weird about the whole thing."

"With Eva?"

"No, not with Eva, she passed all the tests we could think of…I just…I can't help but think all the crap that's been going on and her getting out of Hell like that is connected."

"Connected how?"

"I dunno," Dean sighed. Eva yawned and stretched in the back seat.

"What don't you know, Dean?" she asked, sitting up and leaning over the front seat as he drove.

"Whether we should pick up food or not, you've been out for damn near 12 hours," he replied with a grin.

"Shit, really?" She asked, sitting back. "Actually I could murder a basket of fries," she admitted.

"Coming up," Dean offered as he pulled into the drive thru of a fast food restaurant to order food for the three of them.

"Thanks, Dean…" she replied, kissing him on the cheek gently before sitting back in her seat. "Are you guys okay? You're acting weird."

"Yeah we're alright," Sam answered. "We're just glad you're back and that you're okay."

"…Okay," she finally muttered. She knew something was going on with the two men but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. 'Is it me?' She thought, chewing her bottom lip, as Dean reached back with a bag of food.

"One order of fries for the lady," he smiled at her as he shifted gears and sped back to the bunker, pulling into the garage. She studied the two of them as she ate and got out of the car, convinced whatever was bothering them would come out eventually.

"Welcome home," Sam smiled and held the door for her and Dean.

"Do you guys even live in here? It looks identical," she commented as she shoved a handful of fries in her mouth.

"What kind of a question is that, you know we do," Dean

"Yeah but literally nothing has moved, do you not get bored with your surroundings?" she grinned and ate.

"We don't feel the need to do a lot of moving around, it's the closest thing to a house we've had in a very long time," Dean reminded her.

"Right. I gotchya, I'm sorry," she apologized quietly and finished the food in the bag.

"Feel better? More awake?" Dean asked, resting a hand on the small of her back. She relaxed at the feel of his touch.

"I feel a lot better. Time to get back into the game," she grinned. "So what the hell's been going on?"

"Let's just say we've been working around the clock and we've barely scratched the surface," Sam admitted sheepishly.

"Well it's a good thing you've got me back then," she grinned. Dean couldn't help but smile. She was so smug but at least she could back it up with her skill.

"You might wanna take a little bit of time getting back into the swing of things," Dean suggested.

"What do you mean?" she asked, shooting him a look.

"I just mean you've been out of the game for a while, you gotta make sure you're going to be able to take these things out without getting hurt."

"You think I'm not ready," she replied, staring at the floor.

"It's not that. Of course I think you're ready. I just mean, make sure you're still a killer shot," his eyes searched hers for understanding. After a few minutes she sighed.

"Fine, I'll make sure my skills are up to par before I go in guns 'a' blazing," she waved her arms for emphasis.

"Thank you," he muttered, as he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to her hair.

"Dean are you sure you're okay?" she asked, placing her hands on his cheeks.

"You just have no idea how happy I am that you're alive."

"I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna fix the monster problem, then we're gonna fix the Crowley problem, and we're gonna have fun doing it," she smiled, reassuring him that she was in fact alright.

"Good…Because we've got a lot of work to do."