𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, d. winchester ₁

𝓲𝔁. saving sam and working at a bar

AS EVAN PULLED UP to the antiquated house, Dean was already hastily exiting his vehicle and rushing towards the ominous scene ahead. Evan, feeling a surge of adrenaline, quickly maneuvered the car into a hasty park before vacating herself, sprinting to where Dean was already brandishing his gun in a defensive stance.

"Holy shit," Evan whispered, her voice barely audible as her eyes widened in shock. She watched in disbelief as Dean unleashed a volley of bullets at the spectral woman in white, who was menacingly straddling Sam in the driver's seat of the classic Impala. Dean squeezed off a few more shots, each echoing in the still night air. Both he and Evan watched in a state of tense anticipation as Sam abruptly sat up and drove the car straight into the house.

"Sam!" cried Dean and Evan simultaneously. Their voices cracked with raw panic as they watched the Impala crash into the house. Without wasting another second, they rushed in, their hearts pounding in their chests.

In an escalated state of panic, Evan blurted out, "Sam! Sam!" She rushed over to the wreckage of the car, her voice trembling with fear. "You alright? Dean, help me!" she yelled, beckoning Dean over. Dean responded immediately, rushing over to take her place and ripping the car door open with a strength fueled by desperation.

"I think," Sam managed to grunt, his voice strained with pain as Dean got the door open. Dean reached in and assisted Sam out of the wrecked vehicle.

"Promise me you won't ever do some shit like that again," Evan muttered, sighing in relief as Sam was successfully extricated from the car. As the three of them turned around, they froze in place at the sight that beheld them.

The woman in white was standing in front of them, her eyes fixated on a photo clutched in her hand. She then looked up at the three adults, her gaze cold and haunting. Evan could only stare back at her in wide-eyed horror before the woman stepped to the side, sending a desk flying at them with an unseen force. Evan let out a yelp as the desk hurtled towards them, pinning them against the car.

Sam and Dean exerted all their strength trying to shove the desk off, but their attempts were in vain. The lights began to flicker ominously, and the sound of running water filled their ears, adding to the terrifying ambience.

The woman's eyes flickered towards the stairs before she made her way over, her gaze fixated on something unseen. "You've come home to us, Mommy." The sound of children's voices echoed in the space, making Evan shudder.

Evan jumped slightly as two ghostly children, a girl and a boy, materialized behind the woman. They wrapped their arms around her in an eerie family embrace. The woman let out a blood-curdling scream as the spectral children enveloped her, leading to all three ghosts bursting into a blue flame.

Evan watched in a state of stunned silence as the blue flame danced around the ghostly family. They began melting into the floor, leaving nothing but a small puddle behind.

Evan, Dean, and Sam let out sighs of relief as they looked at each other, their hearts pounding from the ordeal. Dean nodded towards the desk in front of them. Evan groaned as she pushed the desk forward, sighing in relief once again as the three adults finally freed themselves from the wreckage.

The three adults made their way over to the small puddle, their gaze fixated on the seemingly innocent liquid. "So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean muttered, his voice filled with a mix of disgust and sorrow.

"That's why she could never go home," Sam spoke up, his voice heavy. "She was too terrified to face them."

"You found her weak spot," Dean acknowledged with a nod before slapping a hand on Sam's chest in a brotherly gesture. "Nice job, Sammy." Sam let out a laugh, albeit strained with pain, as Dean made his way over to his beloved Impala.

"Yeah, wish I could say the same about you." Sam and Evan stared at Dean, their expressions a mix of amusement and disbelief. "What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam questioned, making Evan let out a laugh.

"Hey," Dean held out a finger defensively. "It saved your ass. And I'll tell you another thing," Dean turned around, crouching down and examining his Impala for damages. "If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Sam and Evan let out hearty laughs at Dean's threat, their earlier fear momentarily forgotten.

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Evan rhythmically drummed her fingers against her denim-clad thighs, matching the beat of 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC that echoed from the car's speakers. Dean was at the wheel, his eyes focused on the stretching road ahead as they drove. Suddenly breaking the comfortable silence, Sam spoke up, "Okay, here's where Dad went," unearthing a well-worn map, "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds charming," Dean responded, his tone light despite the seriousness of their mission. "How far?" He queried, his eyes briefly darting to Sam.

"About six hundred miles," Sam responded.

Anticipating the long journey ahead, Dean confidently declared, "If we shag ass we can make it by morning," as he glanced over at Sam.

Sam sighed softly, a hint of hesitation in his voice, "Dean, I-I...um.." His sentence trailed off, left hanging in the air.

"You're not going," Dean quickly retorted, his gaze fixed on Sam.

"The interview is in, like, ten hours. I gotta be there."

After the exchange, silence fell over the car for a minute before Dean finally broke it, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." From the backseat, Evan observed the brothers, a small frown creasing her forehead.

She had found an unexpected thrill in hunting this ghost alongside Sam and Dean, a refreshing change from her usual routine. Her normal existence of waking up at seven in the morning for classes, working late shifts at a bar for extra cash seemed so mundane compared to this. But now, she was faced with the prospect of returning to her everyday life.

"I'll take you two home." Dean's voice cut through her thoughts, his words firm yet considerate.

"This has been the most fun I've ever had in my entire life," Evan chuckled, trying to dispel the sombre mood that had settled in the car.

"That's sad," Dean commented, his remark eliciting laughter from Sam and Evan, with him joining in soon after.

"Hey! You try having classes from seven to five and then working at a bar til two in the morning." Evan retorted, her laughter ringing out in the confined space of the car.

"You work at a bar?" Dean questioned, his interest piqued, prompting Evan to nod in affirmation.

"She doesn't just work at a bar, she performs at a bar," Sam chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced back at Evan.

Feeling the weight of their gazes on her, Evan shrugged nonchalantly, "Yeah, sure," she confirmed. "If you consider dancing on a bar counter while wearing practically nothing, then yeah, I perform at a bar."

Intrigued, Dean asked with a smirk, "Hey, what's the name of that bar?" prompting Evan to lean forward and lightly smack his shoulder in retaliation.

"You wish," she retorted, shaking her head with a chuckle. "But if you really want to know, I'm a coyote."

Dean furrowed his brows at her cryptic statement, "What the hell does that mean?"

"Only one way to find out," Evan replied, her tone teasing, "You'll figure it out if you're really interested."

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A/N: if anyone got that reference, i will love
you til the day i die <3