Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Seven

I sat up, the violent expulsion from my nightmares leaving me breathing heavy and covered in a cold sweat.

Swinging my legs around to hang over the edge of the bed, I rubbed my face with my hands. I wasn't supposed to have nightmares anymore. For years, I hadn't had them. He'd told me how to get rid of them, and then I had, and I'd moved on with my life, but—

But if they were back... then I'd have to start all over.

I went through my morning routine quickly, still preoccupied by the dream and trying to do my best to rid myself of the memory of it. Once I was ready to face the day, I did, grateful that the nightmares had at least allowed me to sleep through the night, if restlessly.

First things first, I needed to call Charlie. I'd told her a little about what was happening, and she deserved the truth, now that everything was over. So, I dialed up her number.

"Hello?"

I took a deep breath. "Hey, Charlie, it's Evelyn."

"Oh, my God! Are you okay?"

That puzzled me. "Yeah, I— I'm fine, why?"

"Look, I heard my parents talking last night when they thought I wasn't listening. Apparently, you're the police's prime suspect for the murders. They're gonna arrest you, Evelyn."

My eyes widened, and I immediately began calculating my quickest escape route. "When, Charlie? When are they coming?"

"Well, everybody in town likes you, Evelyn, so they think you'll easily be able to alibi out, but you're all they've got at this point. They're doing you the favor of waiting until the afternoon, but— you didn't do it, did you?"

"No," I answered immediately. "I would never. Look, Charlie... this is going to be difficult, but Lily was right. It was Bloody Mary who killed Steven and Jill. But she's gone now, we got rid of her, and she won't bother you anymore. You're safe."

There was a pause as she processed this. "Okay... okay. I believe you. But— the police probably won't, which means—"

"I've got to go, Charlie," I answered for her. "This is probably the last time you'll hear from me. Look, if you need anything— if anything happens— just find a way to get your name on the news, alright? I'll find you."

"Okay, I will. Bye, Evelyn."

I nodded. "Bye, Charlie."

And then I hung up.

Turning to the rest of my house, I took a deep breath, organizing my thoughts. I was prepared for that possibility, that I'd have to leave suddenly and without warning. I had thought about it before. I knew what to do.

The gear, first.

I hurried to the guest bedroom, entering the closet. At the top of the shelves on each side were two duffel bags with reinforced sides, making them both able to contain the weapons and soundproof enough to conceal them.

Quickly, I filled them up. From the top shelf down, everything that fit went into a duffel bag. When it was full, I zipped it up, moving on to the next one. It wasn't very organized, but there was time for that later. All I needed at that moment was efficiency.

When both duffel bags were full, and the room was empty of any suspicious objects, I dragged them out into the hallway, assessing what to do next.

Then, something occurred to me. If they suspected me, of all people, then they wouldn't have a very difficult time suspecting two strangers who had randomly showed up in town. If they were coming to arrest me, they might've gone after Sam and Dean, as well. I needed to warn them, if it wasn't too late.