Chapter Twenty-six: Trapped

The wind was strong as I stood on the rocks. The water spraying me as the waves broke against them. The air was warm making it easy to stay. The sun was setting and after what had happened I needed to see even the smallest good in the world. Only a few moments had passed when the tears started to flow and the sobs broke out of me like the waves on the rocks. I sat down, leaning against a rock. The water was washing up against me but I didn't care. For the first time in a long time I wanted to feel the water. I needed to feel it. When the sobs stopped and the tears slowed I stood and faced the world again. I walked to the nearest payphone and made my call.

"Where have you been?" Dean yelled into the phone.

The tears came faster again. "I don't know. I don't even know where I am." I chocked out.

"What?" He asked softly.

"I've been losing time." I replied.

He heaved a heavy sigh. "You're not the only one."

"What are you talking about?" I frowned.

"Just get back to me. Twin Lakes, Iowa." He told me.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can." I told him and hung up.

I was more then a thousand miles away. I needed to get back as soon as I could. I did the only thing I knew to be able to get there as fast as possible. It was too easy to get the car unlocked and to tap the wires that started the engine. Soon I was on the road, driving too fast across country to my man who was very pissed at me.

When I found the hotel I could see Dean pacing through the window. I smiled as I watched him. I couldn't help myself. Even though he was looking rather worried he was still the most handsome man I had ever seen. I took a deep breath as I got out of the car. I went through my story in my head. Just in case. There wasn't much to tell. I remembered our last hunt. I remembered being in the hotel room. I remembered falling asleep next to Dean before waking up near the ocean. Between then and now I had no recollection of what had happened. I could have done anything between then and now. I just didn't want to argue with him.

"Hi." I smiled sheepishly when I walked through the door.

Dean just moved to me, pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him burying my face in his neck. "Don't do that again." He told me softly. I nodded as tears fell. "What happened?"

"I don't know." I told him composing myself. "I fell asleep next to you and then woke up next to the ocean. How long was I gone?" I asked him.

"Nearly a week." He replied.

I nodded, looking at Sam sleeping, and walked past him. I sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled my fingers through Sam's hair. I put my hand on his back and closed my eyes. Tears still threatening. "When did he get back?" I whispered before leaning forward, placing a kiss on the back of his head. I stood and faced Dean again.

"A few hours before you called." Dean replied. I nodded. "What the hell is going on, Evy?" He asked with a scared and confused tone. "First Sam disappears and then you. It's scaring me."

I nodded and walked up to him, putting my arms around him. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just so tired." I said quietly, my tone sad.

He sighed and ran his hand down my hair. He placed a kiss there before gently pulling me away from him. "Come on, baby." He said leading me toward the bathroom.

He was gentle as he helped me from my clothes. Wiping the dirt from my body with a warm, wet washcloth. He pressed his lips between my shoulder blades, placing a long kiss against my skin. His fingers ran along my skin as he moved in front of me. I sat on the counter and he moved between my legs. He gripped my thighs gently before his lips found mine, kissing me deeply and sweetly. He took off the button-up he was wearing and helped me slip into it. I pushed my arms through before placing my hands on his chest. I gripped his shirt and pulled him even closer to me, kissing him again. He smiled as I undid his belt. Happily opening them up. He pulled me from the counter and leaned me against the wall. Pressing against me as I pulled the shirt up. I felt him harden and didn't want anything else but to be one with him. I kissed him deeply as he rocked against me. He took a step back from the wall and slowly lowered me to the ground. It lasted only a few minutes longer. When we finally stood I smiled at him. A secret hope that some time soon we might make a baby again. I ran my fingers down his face before turning and slowly opening the door. His hand found the small of my back as we walked toward the bed. He lingered at the end of his brother's bed. Watching him as he slept. I took it one step further and, once again, sat on the edge of the bed. I ran my fingers through his hair and placed another kiss on the back of his head. I lingered only a moment longer. He looked so peaceful and neither I nor Dean had let what happened go. It was close, too close. I kissed his head once more before joining Dean in bed. I faced him, caressing his face. He smiled and kissed me deeply before closing his eyes. I placed a kiss on his forehead before doing the same.

When the sun touched my face I finally opened my eyes. I frowned and rolled over, seeing Dean watching me. I smiled and put my hand on his face. He gave me a worried look as his fingertips traced the lines of my face. I leaned forward and kissed him gently. When my face moved away from his, his eyes were closed and his brows furrowed. Something was eating at him. Something was wrong and he was having a hard time coming to terms with it. I frowned at him. He opened his eyes. Seeing the worry on my face he smiled and kissed my forehead before getting out of bed. I sat up, holding the sheet against me. I looked over at Sam who was still asleep. I looked out the window seeing that the sun was barely up. It was still early. I grabbed Dean's shirt and slipped into it before following him as he went into the bathroom.

"What is it?" I asked as I closed the door behind me.

"Something is wrong." He told me. "You and Sam disappearing without any memory of it? What does that mean?" He asked.

"I don't know." I told him.

"You don't remember anything?" He asked.

"No." I replied but there were a few feelings I could recollect. But they weren't anything good, and I didn't want to worry him further.

"I'll have to keep a closer watch on you two." Dean said looking at the ground.

"How are you going to do that, Dean?" I asked him, a hint of anger entering my tone unintentionally. "Huh? How?" I said but he didn't reply. "You're tired, Dean. I can see that. You promised you'd take better care of yourself." I reminded him. "Sam and I are going to have some issues the closer we get to the demon. We're having a similar problem but you can't keep tabs on both of us all the time. I wish you could but you can't." I told him. He nodded, but even though I couldn't see his face I knew the painful expression he was wearing. I sighed and went to him, taking his head in my hands. "Look at me." I said softly. He did and he gently touched my face. I smiled and kissed him deeply. "I know this scares you. It scares me too. But right now we need to focus on finding out what we can here. If Sam called you from here then there has to be something in this town. He wouldn't show up here without a reason. Especially if the demon has something to do with it. Whether it's actually him or another." I told him.

"You're right." Dean nodded.

"I know I'm right." I smirked at him. He gave a short laugh and kissed me. Despite everything that was going on there was something we had yet to discuss and I was very eager to hear what he had to say about it. "So, on a happier note, when are you going to make me your wife?" I smiled at him.

He smiled and kissed me passionately. "That depends." He replied.

"Depends on what?"

"On what you want."

I smiled and placed a swift kiss on the tip of his nose. "You know what I want." I told him impishly. He grinned and kissed me overpoweringly, wrapping one arm around my neck as the other pinned me to him. When he pulled away it took me longer then a moment to catch my breath.

He grinned and placed several kisses on my neck. "Is it something like this?" He taunted. I could hardly catch my breath and my knees were threatening to buckle. "I think it's safe to say I know what you want." He whispered airily, his lips against my ear.

I couldn't form words. My mouth found his in a fierce kiss that could've lasted forever. His body fit against mine perfectly. I never wanted to let him go. My tongue danced with his as our hands groped each other. I looked him in his eyes and couldn't look away. I knew I loved him; sometimes it surprised me as to how much. All I could think about was him. He was encompassing all of me when there was a knock on the door that made us both jump.

"Do you two have to do that this early in the morning?" Sam's groggy voice came through the door.

Dean and I smiled at each other before straightening ourselves and opening the door. Sam was already crawling back into bed. I pulled on my sweats before crawling onto the bed next to him. "Sorry, Sammy." I told him softly.

"It's fine." He replied though his eyes were shut.

He was on his stomach again. I moved against him, putting my arm around his waist. I kissed the back of his head before resting my head there. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

"No." He replied sadly.

"How can I make it better?" I replied.

"You can't."

"Do you remember anything?" I asked cautiously.

"No, well, feelings but nothing other then that." He said rolling onto his back before his side, facing me.

"Yeah." I replied putting my hand on his face. "What are we going to do?" I asked him.

"I don't know." He replied kissing my forehead. "I wish I knew." I nodded, sighing heavily. "I remember blood." Sam said softly. My eyes moved to Dean instinctively. He was looking through John's journal. I looked back at Sam, waiting. "I washed it off before Dean came but I was covered in blood." He said meeting my eyes.

"It doesn't mean anything, Sammy." I told him reassuringly.

"I feel like I've done something bad." He said sadly.

"We don't know that." I told him as I put my hand on his cheek. He just looked at me worriedly. "We'll figure it out."

He nodded and shut his eyes. I kissed his forehead before getting off the bed. Sitting in the chair across from Dean, I watched him page through the journal.

"Stop looking at me like that." He told me.

"Like what?" I frowned but lowered my eyes.

"Like you won't see me for much longer." He said without looking at me.

"It wasn't saying that." I frowned.

"I know you, Evy. It said that and more." He replied.

"You weren't even looking at me." I countered.

"Like I said, I know you." He replied raising a brow at me.

I frowned but sighed and grabbed a change of clothes before showering. When I came out Sam passed me in the doorway, shutting the door behind him. He was more then upset about what had happened. Dean didn't know about the blood and I had no intention of telling him. He was standing in front of the window. Things were getting complicated, but we didn't know what was going on, leaving the next step clouded. I sighed and stepped next to him.

"It's starting." He told me. I just looked at him. "The end. It's starting isn't it?" He said looking at me.

"No." I said softly as I shook my head. "It's not the end."

"Then how do you explain what's happening?"

"I can't." I told him. "I can't explain it, but I know it's not the end."

"How do you know?" He asked sadly.

"Because you have yet to marry me." I grinned at him. He smiled and took my hand in his. "We have too long a life to live together." He nodded and kissed me tenderly. "We'll figure it out, Dean. I promise."

"I know."

When I opened my eyes there was a ceiling fan above me. I looked around. I was in a house. I didn't know whose or where the hell I was. There was a vague memory in the back of my mind, telling me something bad had happened. I looked at my hands and there was blood dried on them. I shot out of bed and felt pain in my side. I looked down to see a gun shot wound. It looked to be old, several hours at least. The blood had stopped though it was still gooey to the touch. I quickly felt panicked and rushed to the bathroom. In the mirror I could see the dried blood. It was down my neck, over my shoulder, and along my chest. Some fight had taken place. A fight I didn't remember. I could feel something inside of me. Something that was trying to come out. I leaned against the counter, closing my eyes. I tried to feel my way toward whatever it was. When I looked back in the mirror my eyes were black.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, throwing myself backward.

I felt myself being pulling away from the forefront of my mind. Being nothing more then a conscious being. I was looking at myself but I was no longer in control. I watched myself as the black faded and an evil grin crossed my face. I tried to take back my body but I was pushed farther into myself. I didn't know how to break free. I knew that the possessed could watch from the inside as the demon controlled their body. But I never thought that I would ever have to experience it. I never thought I would be possessed. How did it even get inside? The next moment we were walking from the room. All along the walls down the hall was blood. The main room came into view at the bottom of the stairs. The body lay there. I wanted to scream. Wanted to yell out and do something, but couldn't. I could only watch. The demon took me from the house. The damn thing had a plan. The entire time I tried to find a way out. Find away to break through. Nothing was working. I would just be forced to watch as the demon did whatever the hell it wanted.

We stole a car, driving several hundred miles before the Duluth horizon came into view. I didn't know why we were here. There was nothing here that I could think of that would be of use to a demon. Not if it was after the Winchesters. We stopped at a gas station, pulling up to a car. Getting out, the demon walked up behind the man leaning against it. He heard the footfalls and turned. It was Sam. I was shocked. I tried to reach out to him. Just show him a flicker that it was me. But when he smiled I knew that he was no longer in control. We were stuck inside our bodies, both of us being run by demons. The demon brought me right up to him, kissing him. It was slightly gruesome to feel, even though I had no control over it. He grinned and soon both of us were in his car. The drive was short and we were soon parked in front of a bar. We walked through the door to see Jo wiping down the counter. The shocks kept coming. It made no sense to me. What could they possibly want from a rogue amateur hunter?

"Sorry, we're closing up." Jo said with her back turned to us.

"How 'bout just one for the road?" Sam replied.

"Jo." The demon-me grinned at her.

"Evy…" She said surprised. "You two are about the last people I'd expect to see."

"Can't an old friend stop by?" Demon-me replied.

"Maybe if you were actually an old friend." Jo countered. "Or even a friend at all."

"Oooo that was a harsh one." Demon-me grinned.

We walked toward her, Sam ahead of me. "So can I get a beer?" He asked her.

"Sure, one beer." Jo smiled and went around the counter.

The entire time I was trying to scream loudly enough to be heard. To make just the slightest break in the control the demon had over me. After I had exhausted what was left of me I realized that I had more power then I gave myself credit for. John was afraid of the power both Sam and I possess. I had brought the demon out. Or so I thought. I had touched something and then the demon was there. I tried to find that again. Though as hard as I tried it was no use. The whole while the two demons were talking to Jo. She was completely unaware of what was going on. I feared she wouldn't have a chance to fight before they killed her.

"So how'd you find me?" Jo asked them.

"Well, uh, it's kind of what we do, you know?" Sam replied.

"Speaking of we, where's Dean?" She asked.

I froze when I heard the words. I hadn't thought about it yet. Sam was away from him again. But did he just sneak away or was Dean laying somewhere hurt and alone. I listened intently for an answer but it was too vague to make anything out of it.

"He couldn't make it." Sam replied.

What did he mean by that? Where was he? Was he okay?

"Poor thing's exhausted." Demon-me told her.

"I see." Jo said frowning at me. "I hear you two got engaged."

"Yeah, well, things change." Demon-me replied running a finger down Sam's chest.

I wondered what Sam was thinking about all of this. If he was even aware of it.

"So, what are you two doing here?" Jo asked. "I mean, we didn't exactly part of the best of terms."

"Right. Um…" Sam replied thinking.

It was confused. It didn't know what to say. I hoped it would keep up the conversation long enough for me to figure a way out of here. To bring myself to the surface if only for a moment.

"That's why I'm here." Sam told her. "I kind of-" He started. "I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?" He said putting his jacket on the counter.

"That looks like it hurts." Jo frowned.

The demon inside of me followed her eyes. I saw the swollen brand that was on Sam's arm. I stared at it for as long as I could. It was significant, though I wasn't sure how just yet. I wasn't familiar with the mark.

Sam just looked at her before smiling, "No. No, just…had a run-in with a hot stove." He lied.

Jo nodded and I couldn't believe she was falling for it. We were never close but she knew Sam better then she knew me. She should have been able to pick up that something was off. Something was wrong and she was letting it get right past her.

"So you were saying something about squaring things?" She asked him.

I listened as the demon kept weaving its lie. He even brought John back into it. Making excuses for what had happened so many years ago. He was just spitting out these lies and Jo was eating them up. It was clear that Sam wasn't Sam but Jo couldn't see it. He even had the indecency of accusing her of carrying feelings for Dean. Jo obviously did feel for him. More then I thought but she wasn't going to do anything about it. Especially not with me standing right in front of her, even if it wasn't really me. Jo looked at me and shook her head. I couldn't tell what expression I was making but it made Jo step away for a moment before coming back. Sam told her that he cared about her, putting his hand on her wrist. This time I felt the grin that crossed my face as my body took a few steps back from the counter. I tried to concentrate but it was difficult. I thought I was making progress when Sam shot up from his seat, pinning Jo against the counter. They struggled, Jo pleading for him to stop. I pressed against my mind the best I could but I couldn't do anything. The next thing I knew I watched as Sam slammed Jo's head against the counter, knocking her out. Sam put her against one of the pillars in the bar as the demon inside of me went to get rope. Sam tied her up while the demon in me kept watch by the door. It didn't seem to care what Sam and Jo were talking about. It was waiting for something else. I ignored everything around me. I ignored it determined to find a way out. I was strong enough to do this. I just had to find away to control my power and push the son of a bitch out of me. The demon looked back at Sam just as the door swung forward knocking it to the ground. It turned and Dean was looking down at me.

"Evy…" Dean said looking at me.

"He hurt me, Dean." The demon cried up to him. "I was about to escape but now you're here." It said standing and putting my arms around his neck. "He hurt me so bad!"

He nodded, running his fingers down my face. He gave me a small smile before he pushed me aside. Sam's demon was doing the same thing. Telling Dean that he needed to kill him. But Dean wasn't about to waste his brother. He didn't have it in him. Dean already knew that something wasn't right. He knew that something was wrong with both of us. He put his gun away and took out a flask. He turned to his brother and threw some of the liquid on him. Sam's body steamed when the holy water touched him. The demon fled. My demon was furious and rushed Dean. He fought with me momentarily before knocked the demon back, dazing it. Dean quickly cut the ropes that bound Jo before going after his brother. I was shocked. He left me here with Jo. He knew that something was wrong. We were going to have to talk about this. He was always blind when it came to me. He should have known that I too was possessed. The demon stood and faced Jo. Jo was looking at it and I realized that Dean didn't just leave me. He left me with a hunter who would be able to handle me. Or, rather, the demon inside of me. Jo rushed the demon and a fight ensued. I knew that Jo wouldn't be able to last long against the demon. I made one final attempt to get out, release myself from my bondage. Jo was scrambling behind the counter, rummaging in her bag. When she faced the demon again she doused it with holy water. I felt my knees hit the floor. I built up all the strength I could and imagined the demon leaving my body. I put all of myself into it. Maybe it was my power, or perhaps that mixed with the holy water, the demon was momentarily weakened and the next thing I knew black smoke was painfully streaming from my mouth. I fell forward, screaming, before looking up at Jo. She was looking at me with a horrified expression.

"Evy…?" She said tentatively.

"Jo." I said slowly getting to my feet. "I am so sorry." I told her. She rushed to me, putting her arms around my neck. I hugged her tightly. I was back. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded. "Okay, we need to find Dean." She nodded again and we left the bar.

I tried his phone but he didn't answer. The pier was quiet. I tried again but there was no answer. I started to run forward. Jo was behind me with the flashlight. We were on the docks now, but everything was still quiet. Jo dialed Dean's number and I heard his ring tone. I looked down and on the boat landing laid Dean.

"Dean!" Jo and I screamed before running down.

I was the first to reach him. I rolled him over. He came to almost immediately and he coughed up a small amount of water. "Dean, are you okay?" I asked him.

"Are you, you?" He asked.

"I'm me." I smiled at him, kissing him deeply. "You're hurt." I said and pulled him to his feet. "Let's take care of you." We went back to the bar. I sat Dean at a table while Jo went to get the first aid kit. "What happened to Sam?" I asked him.

"I don't know. The last thing I remember is him shooting me." He replied.

"They're after hunters." I told him.

"I know." Dean replied sadly taking a shot of whiskey.

"Bobby's the closest." I stated sadly.

"I know." He stated. He put his hand on my face. I smiled at him. "Are you okay? How did you get the demon out?"

"I'm okay." I said and kissed him, avoiding his other question.

"Evy, how did you get it out?" He asked again.

"I'm not entirely sure. Jo used holy water on me and I was trying to use whatever power I have to push it out of me. If it was me or the combination or if it just gave up, I don't know, but it left me." I told him, explaining it the best I could. He was looking at me sadly. "I've moved things before. I thought I'd try and save myself."

"You did good." He told me as Jo returned.

Little was said as I worked on Dean. Jo wanted to help but only one could work on him at a time. I don't think Jo fully realized that I was conscious of everything that had been going on. That I knew how she felt about Dean, but it didn't matter. I had claimed him and he was mine to take care of. For better or for worse.

It wasn't the first time I'd taken a bullet out of one of us and I had little trouble digging the one out of his left shoulder. It was one of the worst of his gunshot wounds but he would survive. I put a bandage on and he was on his feet as soon as it was secure. I was on my feet next to him.

"Where to next?" Jo asked.

"South Dakota." I told her.

"All right, let's go." Jo told us.

"You're not coming." I told her. Dean nodded at my side.

She put up a small fight but in the end there was no swaying either me or Dean. We couldn't risk her. She gave us some pain meds to help with Dean's shoulder but then we were out the door. We were in a stolen car on our way to try and save both Sam and Bobby.

"So you knew you were possessed?" Dean asked me.

I looked at him sadly. "Yes."

"How?"

"It was the second time I woke up somewhere weird." I explained. "I could feel it inside of me. I've killed hunters, Dean." I told him.

"It wasn't you." He told me.

"I know it wasn't." I nodded. "But it was still my body and I don't know if there were cameras or anything. What if someone sees it and they track me down?"

"We'll deal with it." Dean said taking my hand.

I nodded at him. "Anyway, I tried to feel out the feeling and instead I saw black eyes in the mirror and the next thing I knew I wasn't in control anymore. I had to watch as all this shit went down and I had no control over it." He sighed and nodded. "Sam's going to be okay. If I'm okay, Sam will be too." I told him reassuringly.

"God I hope so." Dean replied.

We had tried calling Bobby only to find that the lines had been cut. Sam was already there when we arrived but Bobby wasn't to be trifled with and he had already given Sam a dose of holy water and knocked him unconscious. So now Sam was tied to a chair underneath a devils trap. When he came to he seemed surprised to see Dean. He was a smart-ass of a demon. He knew that he had control while in Sam. Dean wouldn't hurt his brother. All we had to do was exercise him. Only that didn't go as planned either. We started the exorcism and it appeared to be working. Sam was panting and yelling like he should have been. Up until he started to laugh. He laughed at Dean. I stood and listened as the demon denied wanting Sam for the master plan that yellow-eyes had for him. I frowned and once Bobby started reading again the exorcism didn't work. Sam started to speak Latin and soon the fire blew from the fireplace and the devils trap broke in the ceiling. The mark on his arm was a binding link, keeping the demon inside of Sam's body. Sam was free now. First Bobby was thrown, then Dean, then he looked at me as he pulled himself free of the ropes.

"Welcome back, Evy." He grinned at me, pulling me into a hard kiss. He bit my lip, drinking from the wound he had caused. I pushed him away from me, wiping the blood from my chin. "Sorry we can't chat." He said and hit me hard. My head hit the wall, sending me unconscious.

When I came to I was laying on Bobby's couch. Dean was icing his face while Sam looked at him sympathetically. Bobby noticed me first. He brought me a cup of water as I sat up.

"How you feeling?" Bobby asked putting a hand on my head.

"I've been better." I frowned at him, gently touching my lip.

"You have quite a bump on the back of your head." He told me.

"I hate being knocked out." I stated whiningly as I leaned back against the couch. I looked at Dean and frowned. "You okay?" I asked him.

"I'll live." He replied.

"Sam? Are you back?" I asked. He nodded. "Good." I said and shut my eyes.

"Here…" Dean said dropping the ice pack he had had on his face onto my head.

"Thanks." I smiled at him.

He kissed my forehead before sitting down next to me. The phone rang and Bobby left briefly before coming back with a slightly concerned look on his face.

"What is it Bobby?" Sam asked.

"You boys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandel?" Bobby asked.

"Why do you ask?" Dean countered.

"Just heard from a friend. Wandel's dead. Murdered in his own house." He replied. Dean and Sam looked like they knew something but I was clueless. "You wouldn't know anything about that?" Bobby asked.

"No sir. Never heard of the guy." Dean told him.

"Dean." Sam said softly.

"Good. Keep it that way." Bobby told us. "Wandel's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up. They're not gonna slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?" He said looking at Dean.

Dean just looked at him before saying, "We better hit the road." He stood and looked at Sam. "If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Sam stood and appeared to remember.

"Here, take these." Bobby said giving all three of us a charm that will fend off possession. "That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in you."

"That sounds vaguely dirty, but thanks." Dean told him. I hit him lightly with a frown.

"You're welcome." Bobby said before looking at us seriously. "You three be careful now."

"You too." Sam smiled and the boys turned to the door.

I lingered momentarily giving Bobby a big hug. "Thank you." I told him.

"You watch out for them." He told me.

"Always do." I smiled before following the boys out.

There was a lot of serious talk in the car. Sam couldn't seem to let it go, the fact that John said Dean might have to kill him. Dean vowed to save his brother and me along with him. But Dean was Dean and he quickly turned from serious to the good-humored guy he was. He laughed and Sam frowned at him.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Dude, you had a girl in you for like a whole week." Dean grinned at him.

I was still confused about what was going on which only made them laugh harder. I scowled in the back seat as we made our way down the road.