Pint Size ➳ Supernatural

Chapter 9: A Proposition

Evelyn's gaze was blank as she stared at the wall in front of her, her knees tucked to her chest as she rested against the arm rest of the recliner.

Her mother was sitting on the coffee table in the living room, talking with Dean quietly while he sat on the couch. Sam was on the other end of the couch, looking at Dean intently while words fell from Lottie's lips. Sam turned his gaze to Evelyn, who's entire demeanor read gloom. Evelyn's eyes flickered from the wall over to her mother and over to Sam, the color seeming to return a bit. Sam cocked an eyebrow slightly at her as they shared eye contact, his eyes and mouth turning into an expression of worry. Evelyn flipped her eyes to the wooden floor and then back to the wall, the color leaving her eyes slightly.

"Evelyn?" Lottie asked softly, turning around and looking at her daughter. Evelyn's eyes flickered to her mother, her mind still in a daze. "How about you go outside for a little bit? I need to talk with Dean." Evelyn nodded slightly and stood up out of the chair slowly. She walked out of the living room and opened the front door, stepping outside. The cool air hit her and she tugged the sleeves of her hoodie down as she closed the door behind her.

Dean shared a look with Sam that pleaded his little brother for help, but Sam just stood up, patted his brother on the shoulder, and followed Evelyn outside. Dean stared at his brother in awe, and Dean sat there, dumbstruck, as he stared at the woman he had a one-night-stand with fourteen years ago.

When Sam opened the front door, he had seen Evelyn sitting on the porch, her shoes off the edge and touching the pavement. Her elbows were on her knees, her face being propped up in her hands as she slouched slightly. When Sam attempted to shut the door quietly it creaked, and Evelyn jerked her head around to look at him, her expression worried and panicked. Evelyn's face softened as she saw it was Sam, and turned back around into her former position. Sam finished shutting the door and allowed it to click close, taking a seat next to Evelyn. He had to let his long legs stretch out awkwardly, seeing he couldn't put them up as Evelyn did.

"You okay?" Sam asked, folding his hands together and setting them in his lap. He glanced at Evelyn, seeing how she had let her arms fall loose on her knees.

"Yeah..." Evelyn said quietly, her voice raw. "Just... shaken up, I guess. Seeing two deaths in one day is just a lot for me."

"I thought that too." Sam replied. Evelyn looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I mean, when I first started hunting."

"So, is that what you and Dean do?" Evelyn asked, her face softening again. "Hunt monsters?"

"Uh." Sam said, unsure of where this conversation was going. "Yeah. There's more of us. Hunters, I mean. But, right now, we're kind of dying out." It was quiet for a few moments, the only sounds being heard were the chirping of crickets.

"Do you think Dean looks like me?" Evelyn blurted, her eyes still on the ground. Sam felt confusion wash over him, his eyes turning to Evelyn's body. Her shoulder-length hair had been pulled out of her face into a small bun on the back of her head, so Sam could see how her expression was hard, but her eyes were soft.

"I mean..." Sam paused, taking a moment to examine the girl next to him. Her eyes were blue, which Sam knew she had gotten from Lottie. Her face structure resembled Dean, being more definite in the cheekbones, and the shape of their eyes was the same. She had the same hair color as Dean, and Sam was actually slightly shocked over how much they resembled each other. "Yeah. I guess you do." Sam opened his mouth to speak again, to ask why Evelyn had inquired this but was cut off by the younger.

"I think he's my dad." Evelyn whispered, barely audible. Sam was taken aback, looking at Evelyn with confusion and curiosity laced in his expression.

"Pardon me?" Sam asked, noticing how Evelyn was fidgeting with her fingers.

"You heard me." Evelyn whispered again, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"I don't have a dad." Evelyn began, continuing to play with her fingers. "I never did. Mom said I was an accident. Just a stupid result of a one-time thing. But I was her accident. She said she was going to kill herself if she wasn't pregnant with me." Evelyn paused, stopping the moving of her fingers.

"When I was eight, some guy came to the door. He said he was a friend of Dean's to my mom. I didn't know who Dean was. But the guy gave me this." Evelyn held up the chain of her necklace, looking at Sam and showing him the anti-possession charm. "He said he was my uncle. When he left I asked my mom who Dean was.

"She told me he was like a superhero. He saved her from a monster once and she never forgot about him. She said he went around the whole country with his dad, fighting all these monsters while his younger brother was at college." Sam looked at Evelyn and noticed how her eyes were filling with water.

"I tried calling him once." Evelyn said, her voice cracking. "He picked up and said, 'Agent Ted Nugent', and I hung up the phone. It was Dean's voice, I realize that now."

"Evelyn." Sam said, "when did you try calling him?"

"When I was twelve." Evelyn said, reaching up with her hoodie sleeve and wiping the tears that had fallen stray down her cheek. "I'm fourteen now."

Sam unfolded his hands and wrapped a long arm around Evelyn, pulling her close to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, feeling him give her own shoulder a squeeze.

"I'm scared, Sam." she whispered. She was shaking in his arms.

"I know, Evelyn." Sam said. "But it's okay. It'll be okay."

Sam just gave Evelyn a squeeze when he felt a tear drop onto his jacket.