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── ⋆⋅🎀⋅⋆ EVANGELINE CLARKE SAT IN THE LEATHER BROWN SEAT LEANED UP AGAINST THE WALL OF THE HOTEL ROOM. While she didn't know him too well, it was still a surprise hearing John Winchester mutter the words “you were right” to his sons but it seemed the older hunter had come around to the idea of his sons and her all working together to find the yellow eyed demon.
Evangeline was glad to join the family's trek of vengeance. If she couldn't have hers, she’d settle for theirs. Evil blood gets spilled all the same, at least that's what's mattered to her.
“It's going after families just like it went for us” John claimed, leaning forward on the table, eyes gazing to his two sons.
“Families with infants” There was an etch to Sam's voice.
“Yeah, the night of the kids' 6-month birthday”.
“I was six months old that night”? Sam blinked on glassy eyes.
“Exactly 6 months,” his father confirmed.
“So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason” he scoffed “the same way it came for me”?
Evangeline felt her heart ache.
“So moms death, Jessica, it's all because of me”?
“Sam it's not…we don't know that” she jumped in, Dean nodding in agreement.
“I'd say we're pretty damn sure” his voice rose, but Evangeline knew his harsh tone hadn't been met for her. More so, the youngest Winchester's frustration.
“For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault” Dean gritted.
“Yeah it's not my fault, but it's my problem”.
“No, it's not your problem, it's our problem”.
“Okay, that's enough” John stood a slight pinch in his brows.
And for once, the middle Clarke girl was glad John was here. The Winchester brothers may love each other more than anything, but the two could bicker back and forth forever.
The boys each wore a rather bitter expression.
“So why is it exactly tormenting these family's, what does it want” Evangeline aimed her question for John.
The older man let a soft sigh pass his lips, his face scrunching in an almost methodical manner “I wish I had more answers, I've always been one step behind it, look I've never gotten there in time to save…” his voice trailed off.
“All right, so how do we find it before it hits again” Dean voiced.
“There are signs, look, it took me a while to see a pattern, but in the days before, these fires' signs crop up in an area– cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked, and…”.
