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─── ⋆⋅🎀⋅⋆ EVANGELINE FELT DIZZY AS THE CAR FLEW AROUND THE CORNER CAUSING HER TO SHIFT IN HER SEAT. She had been tear soaked on the ground of her motel room for no more than a couple of minutes before Dean had barged in claiming Meg had his dad.
In no more than a minute, the trio piled in the Impala, and while it was important, they got to John Winchester Dean, which was speeding across the roads like a madman.
“I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him” Sam gritted from the front seat, eyes set hard to the road in front of him, his jaw clenched in frustration.
Evangeline swallowed, feeling a sense of bitterness in her chest.
“What we need is a plan” she spoke up, her voice feeling dry.
Dean nodded from the driver seat “they're probably keeping dad alive. We've got to figure out where” he sounded determined. “They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun”.
Sam shook his head, seemingly wanting to say something.
“What”?
“Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade”? he sounded defeated already. But he had a point that made Evangeline feel rather sick.
Evangeline's eyes flickered to Dean, whose eyes stayed on the road ahead. A glaze of worry coated the soft green.
“Dad, he might be–” he paused, unable to finish his sentence “I don't want to believe it any more than you, but if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing, we still have the colt, we can finish the job”.
“Screw the job, Sam” his voice rose.
“Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going.
“Would you quit talking about him like he's dead already?” Dean bit out. “Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me…everything”.
A wave of silence washed over the car. Evangeline sat in the back, eyes drawn to the window.
“How do we find him?” Sam murmured.
“Maybe we go to lincoln, start at the warehouse where he was taken”.
“You really think these demons are gonna leave a trail”?
“You're right. We need help”.
Evangeline tilted her head.
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The name Bobby Singer sounded familiar, but for the life of her, Evangeline couldn't place where she had heard it. Still, Dean assured her he was a trusted family friend.
