𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, d. winchester ₁

𝔁𝓲. nightmares and dark humor

EVAN INHALED DEEPLY, THE crisp air filling her lungs, as she stepped towards the tombstone that marked the final resting place of her former best friend. A few days had passed since the somber funeral procession and Evan was finding it increasingly difficult to reconcile with the reality of her loss.

How could she possibly be expected to? This was her best friend, her confidante, her rock in the stormy sea of life. The girl she had shared countless memories with over the years, the girl who had always been there in times of trouble and happiness alike.

Evan was not unfamiliar with the harsh hand of death. From a tender young age, she had been made to witness the grim reality of mortality. She had lost her mother, her father, her uncle, and even herself in a single day. But only one of them was given a second chance at life.

"Hey, Jess." Evan's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she stood in front of the grave, her gaze fixed on the tombstone. "You always said roses were cliché, so I brought you some lilies." A shaky breath escaped her lips as she sank to the ground, settling down next to the tombstone with her knees drawn up to her chest.

"Why did you have to leave us, Jess?" Evan's voice wavered slightly. "Sam and I...we're completely lost without you. I won't say that it was your time to go, because it wasn't." Evan shook her head, the denial clear in her voice. "You still had so much life left to live."

"We were supposed to finish school together, remember? We had dreams of becoming lawyers. You and Sam were going to get married, and I was going to be your maid of honor." A sob tore itself from Evan's throat. "Remember how we used to joke about me living with you and Sam? I was supposed to be the live-in nanny for your future kids."

"I miss you, Jess." The words were a desperate plea that echoed in the silence of the graveyard. Evan cried out, her arms tightening around her legs, pulling them closer to her body. "Please, come back to me." Her sobs were muffled as she buried her face in her knees, imagining that Jessica was right there beside her, offering comfort like she always had.

Evan continued to sob, her body shaking with the force of her grief. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew through the graveyard, carrying with it the familiar scent of perfume. Jessica's perfume. Evan's head snapped up, but as she did, a gasp escaped her lips.

"J-Jess?" Evan stuttered, her eyes wide as she stared at the figure standing before her.

"This is your fault, Evan." Jessica's words were cold, a stark contrast to the warm memories Evan had of her. "This is all because of you. You're the reason I'm dead."

"No." Evan shook her head, vehemently denying Jessica's accusation. "No. That's not true."

"It's your fault!" Jessica lunged forward, her hands reaching for Evan's throat.

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A scream tore itself from Evan's throat as she jolted awake, her eyes darting around in panic.

"Jesus!" Dean exclaimed, the car swerving dangerously before he managed to regain control.

"You okay, E?" Sam asked, twisting in his seat to get a better look at Evan, whose eyes were still wide with fear. "Evan?"

"Huh?" Evan's gaze finally settled on Sam. "Oh. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Evan's voice was barely above a whisper as she raised her hands, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Just a nightmare, that's all. Nothing new."

"This is the second time we've almost crashed because of you." Dean's voice was stern as he glanced at Evan through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, well," Evan shrugged, a bitter smile on her face. "I wouldn't be complaining if it ended me for good."