𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, d. winchester ₁

𝔁𝔁. coffee and star wars names

"HEY, EVAN," THE WOMAN groaned as she opened her eyes before immediately shutting them once the light hit her eyes. "Come on, we gotta go." Evan let out another groan as she threw the covers off of her before sitting up, her eyes still closed.

"Where's my bag?" Evan murmured, her voice heavy with sleep, as she rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.

"Here," Sam placed her bag on the bed before walking somewhere else in the room, rummaging through his own belongings.

"You look like death ran over," Dean chuckled as he viewed Evan, who truly did look like death ran over. Her hair was an untamed mess, her eyeliner and lipstick were smudged, her necklaces were twisted around her neck almost to the point of strangling her, and her shirt was twisted in a way Dean didn't even think was possible. The state of disarray was comical.

"I think I had one too many beers last night," Evan chuckled groggily before Sam stepped in front of her, a few pills in one hand and a cup of water in the other.

"Take these, go shower, and get ready," Sam nodded as he watched Evan grab the Tylenol and place it on her tongue before grabbing the water and taking a few gulps. The cold water was refreshing, helping her to feel somewhat human again. "We leave in sixty," he added, his tone firm yet understanding.

"What time is it?" Evan questioned as she set the water on the nightstand that separated the two queen-size mattresses of the motel room. She glanced at the old alarm clock, its red digits glaring back at her.

"Eight on the dot," Sam spoke making Evan let out a soft whine before pulling herself off the bed, grabbing her bag, and heading to the bathroom. The thought of a hot shower was the only thing propelling her forward.

"Get me a coffee!" Evan called out as she shut the bathroom door.

"Already on it!" Dean called back and Evan heard the familiar sound of car keys jingling. "It'll be waiting for you when you're done."

⛤

"Where's my coffee?" Evan questioned as she stepped out of the bathroom, a shiver going down her spine at the drastic change in temperature. The cold air hit her like a wall, and she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill seep into her bones.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Dean handed Evan her coffee, smirking cockily as the woman rolled her eyes at the nickname but grabbed the cup nonetheless. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted up to her nose, momentarily distracting her from the cold.

"Sam-" Evan began, glancing over at the younger man who was busy with his laptop.

"Hazelnut latte with extra hazelnut and steamed milk." Sam cut off Evan, looking up with a proud smile. Evan went to open her mouth but Sam beat her to it. "Yes, I tasted it to make sure it was perfect."

"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?" Evan smiled as she walked over to Sam, raising her hand and ruffling his hair before sitting down beside him at the small motel room table.

"I bought the coffee," Dean muttered from his spot across the table, pretending to be engrossed in cleaning his gun. His tone was slightly petulant, and he threw a quick glance at Evan.

Evan rolled her eyes, "Yeah, with stolen money," she retorted, taking a sip of the coffee and savoring the rich, nutty flavor.

"And yet you're drinking the coffee," Dean smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"It's good coffee," Evan shrugged, unable to hide her smile. She took another sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body, finally warding off the lingering chill.

⛤

"Will Carlton?" Dean questioned as the guy opened the door, standing in the threshold with a cautious look on his face.

Will nodded, "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford," Dean introduced himself, his badge flashing as he held it up. "This is Agent Hamill and Agent Fisher," Dean motioned to Sam and Evan, making the woman smirk. Evan would definitely bring up Dean's Star Wars-inspired names later, but for now, they had a job to do. "We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service."

"We're here to ask some questions about your sister's case," Evan began, her tone professional but gentle. "Is it alright if we come in and talk for a few minutes?"

"Yeah, sure," Will nodded before opening the door further, allowing the fake agents to step into the warmly lit home.

⛤

Evan stared at the man who sat out on the dock, staring out into the lake as she, Dean, Sam, and Will stopped a few feet from the shoreline. The scene was eerily quiet, the gentle lapping of the water against the dock the only sound breaking the silence. "She was about a hundred yards out," Will said, looking at the lake before turning back to the three fake agents. "That's where she got dragged down."

"You sure she didn't just drown?" Evan questioned, her voice filled with skepticism.

"Yeah." Will nodded, his gaze returning to the lake. "She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake." His voice carried a note of certainty. "She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."

"So, no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam questioned, his tone probing for any overlooked details.

"No, that's what I'm telling you," Will stated firmly, and Evan could tell his patience was starting to dissipate.

"Did you see any shadows in the water?" Sam pressed further. "Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?"

"No, I– Again, she was really far out there," Will responded, his frustration becoming more apparent.

"Ever see strange tracks by the shoreline?" It was Dean's turn to question Will, his eyes scanning the area.

"No, never," Will shook his head. "Why? What do you think's out there?"

Evan glanced at Sam and Dean before looking back at Will. "We'll let you know as soon as we do." Evan nodded before walking away, Dean following after her.

"What about your father?" Sam's voice made both Evan and Dean turn around. "Can we talk to him?"

Will looked back at his father, who sat silently by the dock, before looking back at Sam, "Look, if you don't mind– I mean, he didn't see anything. And he's kind of been through a lot."

Sam nodded, understanding the sensitivity of the situation, "We understand," Sam sent Will one final nod before walking away, following Evan and Dean to the car.

When the three were a safe distance away, Evan looked at Dean, "Star Wars names? Really?"

"They were the first names that came to mind," Dean shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "Besides, how do you know they're Star Wars names?" Dean smirked, attempting to turn the tables.

"I have a little brother, dumbass," Evan stated, making Dean's smirk drop. "If you're gonna try to embarrass me, try harder next time."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'll come up with something better next time." They reached the car, the tension from the dock slowly dissipating as they prepared to delve deeper into the mystery that awaited them.