Evangeline Millie Winchester (Evie, to everyone who doesn't want to get shot) is the third Winchester sibling. She's the middle child, the one who keeps the brothers together. Or, she was. Until Sam bailed and left her and Dean to pick up the pieces...
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When we got there, I was paired with Merle, guarding the front door.
It was a large house, with a couple of entrances, but all the windows had been salted, and nothing would be getting into them without us seeing it, so all that was left was the doors. Merle and I got the front, both Sams had the back, the Daryls had a door off to the side of the house that led into the laundry room, Glenn and Rick were at the garage door, with the garage wide open, and we decided that T-Dog should go with Bobby, Maggie, Hershel, Lori, Carl, Sophia, Carol, and Dale to the outskirts of a nearby town to wait until morning with Cas one. If Cas one didn't hear from us by morning tomorrow, they were to leave and keep looking for a place, and we would meet up with them if needed.
The only issue we could foresee though, is that when our time catches up with the time that the second Cas, Sam and Daryl came from, we don't know what will happen to them. If they'll just like disappear, or merge into one, or if we would be forever stuck with multiples.
I guess we'd just find out later.
Dean, of course, was stuck in the basement with Cas guarding the door to the steps. He was pretty pissed about it, but he had no other choice, so down the steps he went, and now all we could do was wait.
"You know..." Merle started, clearing his throat when it came out raspy. It had been awhile since either of us spoke, maybe an hour? And I knew we were getting close to the moment.
"What?" I asked impatiently, wanting to get back to the calm silence we had before.
"You really screwed him up." Merle finished, cutting right to the chase. I couldn't hold in the flinch when I heard those words, and I'm sure he saw, but I had to maintain the facade that everything was fine. I didn't need him telling Daryl otherwise.
"Who?" I asked, trying to pretend to be oblivious, but he saw right through it. Of course.
"You know who. Why'd you say that to him? You and I both know he's got shit for brains when it comes to sayin' how he feels. And he finally goes and puts his shit out there and you mock 'im for it." Merle growled, and when I finally turned to look at his face, I could see how mad he actually was at me, and I couldn't even blame him for it.
"I had to say it." I mumbled, figuring, why not? We may all die tonight anyhow.
"That's bullshit." He growled out, paused, and when I didn't say anything, he asked the question I'd been dreading.
"Why?"
"Because I think I love him. And I think he might have feelings for me too, and when I die tonight I can't have him miss me." I whispered, my words disappearing into the cold air. The sky was beautiful tonight, a nice pretty orange, with red streaks going through it, and I knew there'd be blood tonight. Whose blood was the only question left.
"He's gonna anyway." Merle finally whispered back, and when I looked at him, he was already looking at me, a pitying look on his face that I wish would just disappear.
"Maybe. But can you tell me honestly that if he had heard me say the words that it would have been better for him?" I asked, not breaking eye contact this time, because this time I was sure. The answer will be no, and I will know that I was right about this.
"No." I nodded, turning my eyes back to the last sunset I would probably ever watch. Tears filling my eyes as I watched it sink below the horizon.
"It's better this way. At least this way... he won't glamorize me. He might miss me, but his last memory of me will be something... painful. And eventually... it will go away altogether and he will move on. It's... better." I whispered the last word, like I was reminding myself, and watching my breath turn to ice in the air as the last ray of sunlight disappeared.
"It always this cold here in the summer?" I asked hesitantly, glancing over at Merle who was looking around anxiously.
"No."
"Ghosts?" I asked, pulling out my shotgun loaded with salt, and he nodded, doing the same.
"Well then... I guess it's time." I grumbled, and then a hand wrapped around my throat from behind, and a shot went off, a bit of salt clipping my shoulder in it's attempt to hit the ghost, and I felt the blood dripping down my back as I screamed but the ghost let go and I was dropped to the floor.
"You alright?" Merle called, not moving from his position as he scanned the area for the ghost. I nodded and righted myself, pressing my hand hard onto the graze on my shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Yeah. You see it?" I grumbled, and he shook his head.
"Merle!" I called out, jerking my arm up as the ghost, who looked ratchet as hell, appeared on his other side, a gnarly smile on it's face. Merle dropped without much thought, and I pulled the trigger, launching the salt at the ghost once again, and I watched as it disappeared once again.
"Y'all alright?" I heard yelled from inside the house, and I vaguely recognized the voice as Cas.
"Yeah. Got a ghost!" I called back, just as the ghost appeared a few feet away in the yard, and Merle went charging after it, a iron crowbar clutched tightly in his hands.
