Chapter Eighteen: E Is Even More Then Anyone That You Adore

And love, is all that I can give to you

Love is more then just a game for two

Two in love can make it

Take my heart but please don't break it

Love, was made for me and you

I listened to the song on the overhead speakers. It was sweet and normally it would have cheered me up but things weren't going as planned right now. I sat across from Marissa, the boys were off talking. They made an excuse to leave so Dean could talk to Sam. He had spent the past couple nights with her. We hoped he would have something to tell us, something that might put my worries to rest. Dean was behind me and I was grateful for that.

"So…" Marissa said watching me.

"Hm?" I asked looking up at her. I had been playing with the food that remained on my plate. "Oh, sorry." I smiled and crossed my arms. "Just thinking."

"What about?" She asked.

"What we're going to do next. First stop is getting you home. That much I do know." I replied with a smile.

"Thanks for the ride. I don't think I've said that enough." She smiled.

"You're welcome. I'm just glad you're all right after everything he did."

"It's not so bad now that I think back on it. It totally freaked me out but it could have been worse." She replied. I just frowned at her. She noticed and tried to shrug it off saying, "He could have killed me." I nodded but didn't like her new look on it. It only intensified my suspicions. "I'm glad I'm not dead."

"Me too." I smiled and was grateful to see the boys walking back to us.

I stood as they came and gave Dean a look. He just smiled at Marissa and followed me outside. When we were out of ear shot I couldn't help but voice my concerns again.

"Something is off about all of this. What did Sam think?" I asked him.

"He doesn't seem to share our suspicions." He replied.

I liked that he was saying 'our' suspicions but the whole thing had me feeling off. "She doesn't seem to think it was that bad anymore. She should be in shock. She should be looking back on it as the worst experience of her life. But she doesn't. Something is wrong and I can't stand being alone with her. I don't know what's going on but I think yellow-eyes has something to do with it. I'm feeling like an ambush is coming on." I told him.

"You think?" He asked, the thought going through his mind.

"I wouldn't put it past him." I replied.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked. I shrugged. I didn't know what I wanted to do about it. "We'll figure it out." He smiled and kissed me gently.

I put my arms around him, putting my face into his shoulder. "I just don't want anything bad to happen. Not now. Not again." I told him.

"Everything is going to be fine." He told me.

I nodded and ran my hand down his chest. "Of course it'll be okay. I'm with you." I said and kissed him deeply.

Before I was ready for it we were back in the car. I didn't want to be in such close quarters right now. I didn't want my uneasiness to show. If she got tipped off that we were thinking something was off then we'd lose our window of opportunity. If this was some sort of conspiracy. It didn't help that no one had anything to say. The car was far too quiet for my liking.

"So…" Marissa said from the back.

"I figure we'll be able to make it to your house by tomorrow afternoon." I told her.

"Okay." She said but her tone was anything but happy.

"You know…" I said turning in the seat to look back at her.

"Keep your seatbelt on." Dean told me.

"Baby, I'm fine. I don't think you're going to crash the car." I replied.

"But that doesn't mean someone can't sideswipe us." He stated.

I was going to retort but thought better of it. I sighed and tightened the belt around me. I hadn't unsnapped it to begin with but I wasn't going to argue with him. Not about this. "It's safely in place." I told him before running my hand down his arm.

"Okay." He said but he seemed uneasy.

I took his hand in mine before turning back to Marissa. I looked at her, frowning slightly. "Did something happen at home that you didn't tell us? Was something going on before the demon confronted you?" I asked her.

"No, nothing." She replied but said it as she looked out the window.

"I don't believe you." I told her. "You're hiding something and I don't like it."

"What makes you say that?" She asked.

"Something is going on. I can feel it. Why are you really here?" I frowned.

"I don't like your implications." She replied with a hard tone to her voice.

"Pull over." I told Dean. He did and I got out of the car. I went around the car as Marissa did the same. I crossed my arms and faced her. "What is your problem? We're the ones who are giving you a ride and I don't appreciate things being kept from me. Especially when a demon has been involved. I need to know exactly what you know and what the hell you want from us. You obviously don't just want a ride. There is more to this then you're letting on."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Marissa frowned at me.

"Tell me what you're hiding." I shot at her.

"You're the one who was on my side." She said looking hurt now. "Now I see that Sam is the only one who is. So I think it's you who needs to tell me what's going on." She said just under a yell.

"Hey…" Dean said getting out of the car. "Back off." He said pointing a finger at her.

"You back off." Marissa shot at him.

"Hey!" I said moving in front of him. "Don't talk to him like that."

A loud whistle sounded and we all cringed away from it. I frowned at Sam who was standing, frowning at us. "All of you knock it off." He told me coldly. "Marissa came to us in confidence. We're betraying that right now."

"She didn't tell us anything we didn't already know." I shot at him.

"Evy…please." He said looking at me.

"Fine." I said crossing my arms as I walked back around the car.

I leaned against the car doing my best to cool down. She was hiding something, I was sure of it. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something when I noticed someone watching me. I pushed away from car, my eyes straining to see the woman in front of me. There was a broken down barn in the distance. She looked very much like a woman in white. Something that was anything but unfamiliar to us.

"Dean." I said but he was arguing with his brother and Marissa behind me. "Dean." I said again as I took a step forward. I turned to say his name again but in the blink of an eye she was in front of me. I didn't get a chance to say it before my feet were pulled out from underneath me and I was being dragged to the barn.

"Shit." I said when it finally stopped. I looked up into the barn to see butcher knives hanging along the walls and dangling from the ceiling. Animal bones were littering the floor. I stood and turned to see the woman standing in front of me. "Listen, I don't know what you want but it has nothing to do with me. I'll help you."

"You made me do it. You filthy whore." She told me, her wispy voice sending shivers down my back.

"I didn't. I swear." I told her backing toward the door.

I turned and she was in my face. "You took him from me."

"No, I swear. I didn't take him from you." I told her.

"We were happy. You destroyed us." She said and pushed me back to the ground.

I froze when the knives above me started to shake. I had to get out of there. In moments the skewering would begin and I wasn't too eager to die just yet. Not again. But I knew that I wouldn't get out if she didn't want me to. The knives shook harder and my fears came true as several started to fall. They landed on all sides of me. I looked up as the one directly above me started to shake. I heard the door burst open and my name being shouted as the knife fell. I reacted as fast as I could. I felt the pain in my abdomen but also in both my hands where I had caught the blade. The barn suddenly took flame and the fire spread fast. I never did see the woman again and my mind was reeling from what the hell was going on. I was shocked. I didn't know who the woman was and when I looked at Dean he looked just as shocked. He looked at the flames unbelievingly. I took the blade from my body, my hand putting pressure on it as I got to my feet. I was mildly burned as I dodged the flames as the barn was engulfed. When I was out of the barn I saw Sam come around one corner while Marissa came around the other. Dean wasn't there. I looked at Sam before he looked at the barn. Panic took me over as I went back into the flames. Dean was searching for me. I ran to him, grabbing his arm. We ran from the barn, the smoke had filled our lungs enough to send us into a long coughing fit.

"What were you thinking?" I yelled at him. "I was coming. Didn't you see me coming?"

"No!" He shot at me. "All I saw was the blade about to fall on you and I ran in. I got disoriented when the flames started and then you were gone."

"Are you okay?" I asked him more calmly. He nodded, putting his hands on the sides of my face, kissing me passionately. "My hands…" I said looking at him.

"Jeez baby." He said taking my hands in his.

"Can we get out of here?" I asked him. He nodded, kissing my forehead.

"Where's the woman?" Sam asked.

"I don't care." I told him. "Let's just go."

Dean put his arm around me and led me back to the car. We drove to the nearest town, finding the closest hotel. We weren't even into the building yet when there was a blood curtailing scream. It sounded close. Dean and Sam immediately took of toward the sound. I followed but at a much slower pace. Marissa was with me but before I made it far I was hit across the back. I turned and Marissa was holding a crowbar.

"What the hell?" I asked as I got to my feet.

"She should have taken care of you." She told me.

"You planned that?" I asked her.

"It was a piece of cake. It doesn't take a lot to get you into trouble. You always seem to be able to find it and you always seem to get away. I don't know how you do it." She said pacing in front of me. "I was told you were good. Stories spread through hell like you wouldn't believe. But still, your luck should have run out a long time ago. I guess I'll have to take care of you myself. It'll make him proud."

"I knew it!" I yelled and lunged at her.

It hurt like hell but I caught the crowbar with my hands. Due to the blood I couldn't keep hold of it but I managed to push her to the ground. I turned and ran back to the car, taking a bottle from the trunk. I turned, throwing the liquid at her in the process. She yelled out as her body smoked where the water had hit.

"I knew it!" I yelled again as I kicked her in the abdomen.

"Evy!" Dean said running toward me with his gun raised.

"Don't shoot her!" I yelled to him. "I'll get the book." I told him as he forced her to the ground.

"I don't think so." Marissa said and forced him off of her before disappearing.

"Damn it!" I yelled.

"Evy…" Dean said rushing to me.

"I'm all right." I frowned.

He sighed and started to usher me into the hotel. I let him lead me into the room. I sat on the bed and looked at my hands. The cuts were smooth but I could see gravel and debris in them. Sam brought out the first aid kit and started to clean my hands. Dean was looking extremely upset but I couldn't blame him. I wasn't the happiest either. We were all quiet, but Sam seemed to be on the verge of breaking the silence.

"What is it?" I asked him, not able to take the silence anymore.

"I'm sorry." He told me.

"Sammy…" I frowned. "You don't need to be sorry."

"Yes I do. I spent the most time with her." He replied.

"Yes, and you also knew Meg." I told him. He looked up at me, hurt in his eyes. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I wasn't even there for it."

"No, you're right." He replied. "You'd think I would know."

"I'm sorry, Sam." I told him.

"It's fine, Evy." He smiled as he kept cleaning my cuts.

He finished with my hands as fast as he could before moving to my abdomen. The puncture was deep but not too deep. Sam used the skin glue to close it as best he could before placing a tight pressure bandage around it. When he was done I moved back against the headboard. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I waited for the pain to dull. I had already taken something for it but so far it wasn't enough. When I opened my eyes Dean was watching me from the end of the bed. I gave him a small smile and he crawled onto the bed next to me. He rested his head in my lap. I smiled wider and ran my fingers through his hair. He put his arm across my legs.

"How's it going in there?" I whispered as I kissed his head.

"Loud." He replied.

"Hey…" I said and he looked up at me. I moved down, laying on my side. He did the same, facing me. "Let me help." I told him.

"No, you just rest. If I was smart I'd take you to the hospital right now." He replied.

I smiled and kissed him gently. "Yeah, but I'm okay. I'm positive."

"I can't stand seeing anything happen to you." He told me sadly. "Especially when we were worried about her from the beginning."

"She's a girl possessed by a demon. We can't blame her for that." I told him. "And I don't like seeing anything happen to you either. Are you sure you're okay?"

He gave a low laugh. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He smiled and kissed me deeply.

"Sing me to sleep." I whispered to him.

I was surprised when he didn't argue with me. Even though Sam was in the room he simply put his hand on my face and gently rubbed his thumb back and forth across my cheekbone as he sang More Then Words by Extreme. I smiled and looked into his eyes before falling blissfully to sleep.

I woke with a start as the car went over a bump in the road. We'd been traveling for several days. We were trying to track down Marissa but there was no way of finding her while the demon was still inside of her. Sam had been quiet since the whole thing had gone down. He felt guilty but he wasn't the only one. We were all feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. If anyone really needed to feel guilty it was me. I was the one to convince them to keep her in the room. I should have let Dean take her to the hospital. It was the smart thing to do but I said otherwise and it turned out worse then I could have imagined. I didn't know what was going on but we had to find her, I had to find her. There was an innocent inside that needed to be saved. We would do everything we could to save her. To set her free while the demon was banished back to Hell.

"I need a drink." Dean stated, breaking the silence that had filled that car.

"Need a dose of karaoke?" I smiled at him.

He looked at me and smiled. I laughed and nodded, eager to get some of this off my mind. Sam was still quiet but Dean and I were more then ready to get a drink and embarrass ourselves on the small stage. The sun had been down for a few hours and by the time we got to the nearest bar they were already pretty rockus. We had a few drinks and danced before the mic was available for use. I belted out to .38 Special's Caught up in You, hoping that it would help let loose some of my pent up emotions. Dean did the same with Survivor's Eye of the Tiger. I cheered him on. It seemed like a ritual was starting to form. I couldn't say that I wasn't excited about it. It was a fun way to get things off our chests without sitting quietly in a hotel room waiting for the feeling to pass. It was a way to tire us out and the drinking didn't hurt either. Sam wasn't as gung-ho about it as Dean and I but he was a good sport. Sam wasn't that big on the classics and I couldn't blame him. He actually went out into the world and actually listened to decent music. I used to, until Dean, but I knew plenty of songs from the recent artists. To include him, I forced Sam to sing Alive with the Glory of Love by Say Anything. A non-mullet rock song. At first I was far more into it then he was but by the chorus he was belting it out with me. It was fast paced and fun for us. I was always afraid that he felt like the third wheel and if he wanted to feel better about that then he would just have to participate a little in our activities. We were laughing and enjoying ourselves when my eyes fell upon the one person we had been looking for. A pit fell in my stomach and the smile left my face. The boys were talking and I quickly excused myself from the table and walked toward her, my eyes never leaving her.

"Having fun with your boys?" She grinned.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

"I want what every demon wants." She told me, her grin growing.

"One word to the boys and we'll have you exorcised before you can blink." I told her.

"But I have information you want." She grinned.

I glared at her. She just looked at me before leaning toward me, whispering in my ear. My eyes grew wide and she leaned away from me. My chest felt heavy as I looked at her. She still had a smile on her face. There was nothing for me to say. She smirked and walked away from me. She left me alone, staring off. Someone bumped me and I blinked, bringing myself back from what I had just learned. I turned around and looked at my men at the table. They were talking…laughing…I felt my eyes grow wet. I shook it off and took a deep breath. I took another as I walked back to them, with no intention of telling them.