Pint Size ➳ Supernatural

Chapter 11: Fast Forward

"Hell no."

Lottie frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. Dean Winchester was not going to just leave again. He was not. She was determined to win this argument.

"Dean-"

"Lottie, I said no." Dean cut in, mocking her movements. "I'm not taking her with us. We have a huge situation going on and-"

"And what, Dean?" Lottie snapped her expression hard. "Some little werewolf following you? Or what about a ghost? Stop making excuses, Winchester."

"This is life or death, Davidson." Dean said sharply, not realizing how he slipped back into her nickname. He glanced over towards the front door since he and Lottie were standing outside, seeing Sam and Evelyn sitting on the couch and speaking through the small crack the door had left. "It's not some game."

"What? Are you dealing with the devil?" Lottie snapped, watching as Dean rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms-he had forgotten how persistent this woman was.

"Something like that." Dean said, letting out a sigh.

"Dean." Lottie said, causing him to look into her eyes. Her face had relaxed, but he knew that Lottie could still snap at him. "She needs a dad. She needs you. Don't tell me you're just going to leave her alone after all this."

"I just met her, Lottie." Dean said, running a hand over his face. "She has a good thing going on here with you. She's a normal kid. I don't want her to get hurt. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"She won't, Dean." Lottie protested. "If she's anything like you, which she is, she's smart. She has common sense. She's in advanced placement, for crying out loud! I know that's not much to you, but she has the highest grades in her class. She'll pick up whatever you give her."

"I just..." Dean said, glancing back through the crack to see Evelyn and Sam both laughing.

"Trust me here, Dean." Lottie said softly. "She doesn't even have to hunt with you guys. Just let her... be around you. She's never had an adult man in her life before. Let her get used to you." Dean rolled his eyes and him and Lottie both looked at Sam and Evelyn, who was relaxed against the couch and looking at something on Evelyn's phone.

"Fine." Dean mumbled, fumbling in his pocket to find his phone so he could give Lottie his new number. "But if she dies, it's not on me."

He regretted the words immediately after they left his mouth.

And that was how Evelyn was now sitting in the back of the Impala, a backpack beside her in the seat as she watched the world pass through the windows. It was dark out and definitely past midnight-they all had left about an hour after Lottie had finished convincing Dean that Evelyn should stay with them. Apparently, since it was Wednesday, the El Reno kids were out of school for the rest of the week because of board meetings for the teachers. 

Needless to say, Evelyn was scared. She had never been around either of these men before, and since she had seen them on the news after the giant alert that they were shooters, she was still a bit jumpy. Learning it wasn't actually them helped ease the horror, but she still was a little uncomfortable about the whole 'killing monsters' thing. Now that she knew there was a reason behind it, she wasn't as scared. Sam and Dean just wanted to protect people; it was their job.

She felt as if she was playing an internal game with herself; seeing how many times she can change her mind about her new found father and uncle. In theory, the murdering was wrong. But morally, they were killing monsters who were hurting people. What was she supposed to think about it?

"So, where do you guys live in Kansas?" Evelyn suddenly asked, pulling out her phone to check the time. She needed something to distract herself from the battle of her mind-even if it meant awkward small talk. It was getting close to two in the morning, and she knew she would crash soon. She just had to last a little bit longer.

"Lebanon." Dean answered, looking at Evelyn in the rearview mirror as he lazily rested his hands on the steering wheel.

"In a bunker." Sam added, looking back at Evelyn. She looked up from her phone, the glow of whatever app she was on slightly lighting up her face. Sam caught that same resemblance between her and his brother as he studied her features.

"Like an army bunker?" Evelyn asked, suddenly becoming interested. They were about two hours into a five-hour drive, and she wanted to learn as much as possible without coming off as annoying before they arrived at their destination.

"It's a Men of Letters bunker." Sam said, turning back around in his seat. Evelyn cocked an eyebrow and Dean took notice in the mirror.

"They were kind of like us, but better." Dean said, seeing Evelyn nod slightly in understanding.

"Yeah, they had knowledge on all the same stuff that we do," Sam started, "but they didn't give it to people who they didn't think were worthy."

"So they were hunters?" Evelyn asked, leaning forward in her seat as her phone shut itself off automatically. She tossed her arms lazily on the seat between Sam and Dean's, wanting to hear more.

"Sort of." Sam said, looking at her. "They were a secret society, but good guys. They're kind of like an urban legend to hunters."

"They're like those, uh..." Dean started, racking his brain for the right word. "Like those hipster guys that are all kids your age. Like the whole, 'hunting before it was cool'." Sam held in a laugh at his brother's analogy as Evelyn just stared at him with confusion. Dean glanced at Evelyn and noticed the look she was giving him and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I'm trying here!" Dean said, and Evelyn smiled.

"I know." Evelyn said softly. "It was a good try." Sam just chuckled and Evelyn let out a sigh, seeing a tiny smile pull at the edge of Dean's mouth.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.