Pint Size ➳ Supernatural

Chapter 18: New Acquaintances

"Dean!" Crowley chirped over the phone, leaning against the back of the park bench he was currently seated on. "What can I do for you?" Dean rolled his eyes and flashed a glance at Evelyn, who still radiated uneasiness from her spot next to an unconscious Lottie on the couch.

"I need a favor." Dean said. "Listen, this might not be a shocker to you, but-" Dean was abruptly cut off by Crowley's smooth voice.

"You have a rugrat who needs some assistance, correct?" Crowley remarked, and Dean could practically hear his smirk. Evelyn noticed how Dean's facial expression went from annoyed to angry, and she gave him a sympathetic look.

"Where did you-" Dean started to ask, his tone sharp and jaw clenched, but was cut off by Crowley.

"Just because I'm not the most popular in Hell doesn't mean I still don't know all the gossip." Crowley retorted smugly. Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Evelyn, who was fidgeting with her fingers. "What do you need from me?"

"For you to get down to El Reno, Oklahoma and do me a damn favor." Dean whispered sharply into the phone. Dean heard Crowley sigh and there was a moment of silence.

"Dean?" Evelyn asked softly, staring up at her dad. Dean looked back down at her, ignoring the sounds of Sam spray painting a devil's trap underneath the welcome mat in the entryway. "Let me try." Dean cocked an eyebrow at his daughter and she held her hand out. Dean gently took the phone away from his ear and set it in Evelyn's hand. She pressed the phone against her ear, leaning away from the cushions on the couch and sitting on the very edge.

"Hi." Evelyn squeaked, hearing a small chuckle on the other end on the line.

"Hello, Mouse." Crowley said snarkily, and Evelyn frowned in annoyance and confusion.

"Can you, um, please help us?" Evelyn squeaked again, feeling her face burn as she looked up at Dean, who just smiled softly and gave her a thumbs up. "Please."

"So, you're the new found Winchester?" Crowley smirked.

"Evelyn." she corrected, biting the inside of her cheek. "Can you please help?"

"Depends on what your definition of 'help' is." Crowley retorted, and Evelyn took note of the European accent. She gulped and pressed the phone closer to her ear. Why did she have to open her mouth and talk to a stranger on the phone?

"My mom needs her memory wiped." Evelyn said simply. "She was possessed by a demon."

"Ah. But, darling, I am a demon." Crowley said, and Dean noticed how Evelyn stiffened.

"But you're good, right?" Evelyn asked, and Dean frowned. "Or else you wouldn't be helping Sam and Dean."

"I guess you could say that." Crowley retorted, shrugging his shoulders as he mentally analyzed Evelyn's perspective. "Alright. Give me five minutes."

The call abruptly ended and Evelyn pulled the phone away from her ear, staring at it. She handed it back to Dean and he tucked it back into his pocket. She sat staring blankly at the coffee table for a moment, lost in her thoughts of how she just convinced a demon to come to wipe her mother's memory so she could go hang out with her dad.

"Ev?" Dean asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Evelyn abruptly shook her head and blinked, looking at Dean. "You good? You were kind of on Mars."

"Eagle has landed." Evelyn replied, giving Dean a slight thumbs up. Her voice was heavy-she sounded almost like Sam did when he had a hangover. 

Lottie always said she was too much of an introvert and needed to have more social skills. Evelyn was starting to think she could prove her wrong.