Pint Size ➳ Supernatural

Chapter 33: Mortified

The side of the road was not the ideal place for Evelyn to wake up.

She gasped as she opened her eyes, the morning sun not quite in the top of the sky but just barely peaking over the trees. Evelyn's whole body pulsed with some sort of spark and she jolted up, clutching the fabric of her hoodie on her chest to try and relieve some of the tightness. She desperately sucked in the air because her lungs felt as if they hadn't received any in weeks, and her nose burned from the fresh air she was inhaling.

Evelyn looked down at her clothes through her panic and saw she was still in the same Stanford hoodie and ripped jeans she had left her house in before she had gotten kidnapped. So, at least whoever had taken her had the decency to not do any... inappropriate things to her. Or maybe they did and she just didn't remember.

Wait, had she been kidnapped?

Evelyn finally felt her heart rate slow down and her body semi-relax, so she let go of her hoodie and looked around. She was sitting in some grass next to a stretch of quiet, back road highway in the forest with no signs or anything else to inform her of where she was. Evelyn looked down at her clothes again and saw that they were much dirtier than they were before with mud stains across her hoodie and jeans. She glanced back up and her stomach chose that moment to rumble, to which she just rolled her eyes. Evelyn stood up and felt her pockets, realizing she had no phone. She swore under her breath and looked around once more, taking a wild guess and deciding to start walking north with the highway. Maybe if she walked far enough, she could find a phone, call Sam and Dean, then they could take her out to a nice breakfast so she could drink some sweet tea and figure out what the hell happened to her.

As Evelyn walked, she tried to regain her thoughts on what had happened. She remembered her mother talking about her crossroads deal and how she was off the hook, then going outside to call Crowley to see if it was his doing. She remembered the sound of her phone hitting the pavement and the gloved hand over her mouth, the feel of the cotton on her tongue making her want to puke. That mixed with the tight arm wrapped around her throat, crushing her windpipe as her wrists were zip tied together...

Evelyn shuddered and scratched her wrists, the feeling familiar. She looked at them as she walked and saw they had rope burn on them, which confirmed she had had some type of restraints on her at some point. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. She remembered being home with Lottie, her mother and Dean had been married, then Sam and Jess showed up. She remembered Bobby Singer and how even though he thought Evelyn was crazy for saying she didn't belong wherever she had been, he believed her and helped her get out.

Now she remembered. She had been trapped in a world where everyone that Sam and Dean had met was dead, but they were all somehow in a perfect dream reality with Evelyn. What exactly did that mean? Was there some kind of deeper meaning that she was missing? Was that the world that Evelyn craved with all of Sam and Dean's friends and no monsters? Had she dreamt it up on her own, or was there an outside influence? She didn't know or recognize anyone in her dream beside the Winchesters, her mother, Chuck, Rowena, and Castiel. How did she know who any of those people were?

Evelyn shook her thoughts out of her head as she continued walking, wondering where she was. Her questions were answered as she saw a roadside diner on the peak of the hill, letting out a sigh of relief. Evelyn jogged to the diner and saw a few cars scattered outside, but sadly, the Impala was not one of them. Evelyn took a deep breath and examined the outside of the diner. There was no pay phone outside, and through the windows, Evelyn could only see a few people scattered at booths and at the bar.

Evelyn was cautious as she opened the door, the people in the diner's eyes turning to her as she stepped inside. The waitress froze in her movements of grabbing a plate full of pancakes from the kitchen, and judging by all the other inhabitants' meals, Evelyn assumed it must be around breakfast time. She hadn't been sure when she woke up and looked in the sky if the sun was setting or rising. The motion in the diner resumed as Evelyn walked up to the cash register, standing awkwardly and playing with her fingers while she waited for someone to assist her.