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I remained on the sofa for hours, time slipping me by, until the need for fresh air became overwhelming. Rising slowly, I wandered through Bobby's scrapyard, hands buried deep in the pockets of my leather jacket. The tears I had cried had finally dried up, leaving me feeling hollow. I didn't want them to see me as an emotional wreck right now. Perhaps that was my problem all along—not allowing them to see the vulnerable side of me.
I walked back into the house and was met with a deadly silence. It hung heavy in the air; no voices, no movement, not even the sound of heartbeats could be heard. I wandered down the basement stairs and found no sign of Dean, Sam, or Bobby. It likely meant that Cas had found Sam's vampire, and she had given them Eve's location. However, I noticed a piece of paper on the workbench where Dean had been. I picked it up and unfolded it, revealing Sam's handwriting in pencil. The note read, "Grants Pass, Oregon.".
I couldn't help but smile at the thought that Sam had left this note for me, knowing I'd return. I crumpled the note in my hand, igniting it with a swift flame. As the fire flickered past my vision, I felt a sudden shift around me. When my sight cleared, I found myself standing in the quaint town of Grant Pass.
My eyes swept over the surroundings, observing people passing by, joggers, and dog walkers. The scene didn't hint at any danger. A diner nearby caught my attention, its sign stating Ervin's famous flapjacks.
Were these "flapjacks" as in the sweet, gooey treats loaded with syrup? Or was it just pancakes? I was betting on the latter.
I headed straight for the diner, crossing the road without hesitation. As I stepped inside, the bell above the door chimed, signalling my arrival to everyone inside. I quickly scanned the room, but everything seemed perfectly ordinary. A few curious glances came my way, nothing unusual for an outsider in a small town.
"Can I get you anything?" a sweet voice called out, pulling my attention to a young woman in her mid-twenties with brunette hair.
"Actually, I'm looking for some information," I replied with a friendly smile, stepping up to the counter. "Have you seen four men pass through here recently? One in a trench coat, the others in flannel?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Flannel was practically their go-to choice.
"Yeah," she answered with a smile, but there was something off about it, a darkness I recognized all too well. "The Winchesters, their pet angel and their grandfather," she mocks, allowing a chuckle to escape her lips. At that moment, I knew she was no ordinary waitress.
My eyes narrowed as I took a few steps back, but I quickly noticed the booth occupants rising to their feet, inching closer, poised to strike at their mother's command. My eyes darted around the diner, assessing each side, before settling back on the woman.
"Eve, I presume." The curl of her lips as I spoke her name confirmed my suspicion. "If you knew who they were, why let them leave?" The question had nagged at me, making no sense. Why hadn't she just killed them on the spot?
