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─── ⋆⋅🎀 EVANGELINE LEANED AGAINST THE IMPALA HER EYES FLUTTERED SHUT AND HER MIND ELSEWHERE. Her soul thoughts were on overcoming the feeling of anxiety in her stomach. While the huntress was many things, fearful wasn't a common emotion for her. Perhaps that's why this time around, it seemed to sink its way through her chest.
Perhaps it was because they were dealing with demons. Ghosts and monsters were absurd enough, but then demons had to come into the mix. She'd say what her luck was, but thinking back, Evangeline had never been good with luck in the first place.
“You've been quiet” Sam's voice swept over her thoughts.
Her eyes fluttered open, the sun kissing her face, causing her eyes to squint. She peeked at Dean, who had been abnormally quiet. He leaned against the reer of the Impala, loading up his gun with a grim look on his face.
“Just getting ready,” he murmured, without a glance.
Sam was silent for a moment, “he's gonna be fine, Dean” he assured gently.
The eldest Winchester didn't speak. His face didn't move from the sour look that resided.
Evangeline glanced at Sam, who leaned against the hood of the car book in hand. His chestnut brown hair swept over his forehead as he gripped his pen.
“What are you doing?” she murmured with curiosity.
“Devil's trap.” he answered as if that gave all the explanation in the world. He drew similar looking symbols to the one in Bobby's house, a triangle with a circle, etching small symbols around it.
She peeked at it with a child-like curiosity, making a mental note to memorize the symbols, knowing it would probably be quite useful for the future.
“Dude, you're not drawing on my car” Dean whipped his head to his brother, his brows scrunching in irritation.
“Demons can't get through it or inside it” Sam replied gruffly.
“That doesn't explain why the hell you're drawing on my car” the hunter scowled at the symbols in disgust, as if it had personally offended him.
“So it turns the trunk into some sort of lockbox,” Evangeline muttered, glancing at Sam with a questioning look.
He nodded, seemingly pleased she understood his plan more than his agitated brother.
