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─── ⋆⋅🎀⋅⋆The first thing Evangeline heard when she clawed her way back into consciousness was the frantic shaky voice that was Dean's. His voice wavered--far more scared than she ever heard it.
“Evangeline?" his voice cracked, tearing through the haze of her mind. “Come on, please wake up, sweetheart” he murmured desperately, as if he could somehow speak it into reality.
The next thing she registered was his arms around her, they held her close, gentle, warm, and tight, as if Dean were afraid she'd somehow slip between his fingertips if he didn't hold on.
She stirred, the pounding of her head consuming her senses.
His trembling hand gently cupped her cheek, his touch soft, comfortable, and familiar. Then she felt the brush of skin to her forehead— in a moment she realized it was his own, faintly pressed to hers in a pained plea.
“Dean” she muttered, her voice dry and quiet like a wounded animal.
He let out a sharp sigh of relief “I'm right here” he muttered brushing her hair out of her face.
Her eyelashes fluttered open, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, the blur of shapes and colors washing away after a moment. When it did, she was met with the sight of Dean who was indeed holding her close. His delicate green eyes were widened and frantic, his chest rising and falling with a quickened breath.
“Where's Jo..” she looked around attempting to get up but a wave of dizziness hit her and Dean was quick to steady her against the wall.
She looked at him and a flash of guilt consumed his face. “She..she wasn't with you when I got to you but we're gonna find her I promise” he looked ashamed and in a moment she realized he must have believed it was his fault.
Slowly she stood up, Dean wordlessly helped her, his touch gentle as his fingertips brushed her waist to steady her. Though she was standing fine on her own his touch remained.
“You're right, we'll find her” she assured.
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Dean and Evangeline rushed through the hallway, they turned the corner and nearly rammed into the youngest Winchester.
“Whoa,” he caught Evangeline's wrists when she stumbled. “what happened to you” he looked over her unsteady figure and she cursed the ache that remained pinching her head.
“He's got Jo,” Dean said.
“What? How'd that happen”? he sputtered. When Dean didn't reply he looked to Evangeline who sighed and muttered “Long story”.
