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─── ⋆⋅🎀⋅⋆The impala blasted with old rock music, but the air was tense. Evangeline rubbed her tired eyes, and the feeling of exhaustion pulled at her eyelids.
“You up back there”? Sam smiled, sneaking a small glance at her.
She gave him a sour look. “Next time you get one of your weird visions, can it not be in the middle of the night” she gruffed.
He shrugged, paying no mind to her complaints.
“I don't know, why don't we just chill out, think about this” Dean muttered from the driver seat. His body was tense, and he seemed slightly uncomfortable.
“What's there to think about”? Sam asked.
“I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea”.
“Dean, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where”.
“Yeah, man, but…” he trailed off, failing to convey his concerns in the right manner.
“Plus it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do” Sam continued eagerly.
“That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay”?
Evangeline ran the thought through her head. Dean had a point. But then again, it was Ellen and Jo, and while she didn't know them too well, she seemed pretty sure they weren't the type to try to stab a dagger through Sam's chest at the knowledge.
But she wasn't sure if that would be true for all the hunters. Hunters like Gordan and her brother.
“So I'm a freak now”? Sam teased.
“You've always been a freak” Dean flashed him a sloppy smirk.
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“Care for a game?” Jo asked. The ends of her lips were pried into a small smirk, her blonde hair bounced past her shoulders in small waves.
Evangeline let out a small amused huff leaning forward before pressing the arcade games button. The top scores screen flashed. The top ten are listed all under the name of Jo.
The blonde smirked.
“How many people have you hustled out of money on this” she asked.
Jo shrugged with a sly smile.
“Where's Ash?” Sam approached in a hurry, the words falling off his lips jumbled, Dean beside him.
