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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I opened my eyes and the world was crooked. My left arm was so numb that for a moment I thought it had been chopped off by the apparent Demon that I had confessed my love to.
Talk about awkward.
I looked around a little bit more and realized that I was laying on the ground, my left arm twisted uncomfortably under me and tied to my right behind my back. I was in the living room, in front of the blood splattered fireplace. There was an ache on the right side of my head and when I tried to open my mouth to yell for someone, there was a pulling feeling as whatever was caked on my face, probably dried blood, pulled on my skin.
"Hello?" I croaked, and I couldn't help but wonder how long I was out for my voice to sound like that.
"Evie?" I heard from behind me, and I started to squirm.
"Sam?" I asked, and a moment later his giant hands grabbed mine, and I realized that we were both tied up, laying back to back.
"What happened?" He grunted, and I shrugged.
"Daryl got possessed, knocked me out. You?" I said simply. This wasn't something new for us, honestly it kind of felt more normal than anything else we have done the past few months.
"Yeah. Merle got me. Possessed too." I nodded and squeezed the hand that was still gripping mine.
"You the future you or the original?" I asked with a hint of amusement in my voice and he chuckled.
"The one and only actually. I don't really get it? I was the original, and then the future one disappeared and it was like I was the future and the original all at once. I don't know. It was weird. So I'm guessing that Daryl and Cas only have one right now too. Which means we're cut off from the others." I groaned, but nodded and then had a horrible thought.
"Where are the others? Rick? Glenn? T?" I paused for a minute before saying the name that I was dreading knowing the answer to.
"Dean?" I could hear him shuffling around but he didn't let go of my hand as he did so.
"I don't know. Haven't seen any of them. I'm guessing that they're probably possessed too though if it got Merle and Daryl. But I'm guessing that Dean's fine since we're all not dead yet." Sam said, but he was cut off when footsteps started echoing down the hall, and we both froze.
"Well well, if it isn't the two baby Winchesters." Merle's rumbly voice left out, and I heard a mocking laugh follow, and I knew that had to be Daryl, and it felt like my heart froze over.
"What do you want with us?" Sam growled out, his hand squeezing mine so hard it was almost painful. Merle and Daryl's boots clicked on the wooden floor as they walked in circles around us, and I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see either of these men as demons.
"Nothing. We just want you two to stay out of the way while we take care of big brother." Daryl said in a mocking baby voice, and I cringed. This wasn't him. This isn't him.
"You won't get him." I said firmly, opening my eyes to find Daryl's eyes right in front of me, he was squatting in front of me, and his eyes were that same beautiful blue that I loved, but then he blinked and they went black.
"We don't have to get him. He'll come to us when he knows we have you two. He'll come to save you, and in the end it'll be your fault when he dies." Daryl said, his eyes dark as coal and a horrible smirk all over his face.
"He won't. He knows what will happen if he does." I said simply, before I closed my eyes and forced myself not to think about him and the fact that he was right in front of my face, but it wasn't really him.
"We'll see." Daryl's demon growled and a moment later, I heard a bang from somewhere else in the house and I was being yanked up to my feet. My eyes flew open as my hand was ripped out of Sam's and I was being spun around to face what looked like the entrance to the room. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out what was going on as Daryl shoved me up against his chest with one arm wrapped around my torso and the other pointing something at my head that felt suspiciously like a gun.
Sam was in the same predicament with Merle, but it was hilarious since Merle was a good half foot shorter than him.
"Let them go." Dean's voice growled as he appeared in the entrance to the room, blood splattered across his body, a scowl on his face and guns in his hands.
Specifically the Colt. The Colt. The Colt that he would definitely use to kill Merle and Daryl if their demons tried to kill us.
"We can't do that Dean-o. Remember me?" A grumbly voice said as Rick stepped out of the shadows behind Dean, forcing him further into the room. Rick's eyes flashed black as well and I felt the confidence I had in this plan grow smaller and smaller as all of our friends that had fought with us, with matching black eyes, stepped into the room. Cas was the only person still unaccounted for, and I couldn't help but worry about where he was.
"Meg?" Dean asked, dreading the answer as he turned to look at Rick. Rick smiled in a super creepy way that I had never seen on his face before, as Meg the demon nodded his head for him.
"Nice job Dean! I know, I know, but you guys should really train up your women, that way I don't have you use a man. Anyway, how's it goin' Evangeline? Sammy?" Meg drawled, turning her black eyes towards us, and I honestly wanted to puke.
"You know I hate that name Meg." I growled, and she smirked at me through Rick's body.
"Yes well, not like you can do anything about it huh? Got lover boy all strapped down in his head and he can't help you, and we all know you can't do much on your own." She tilted her head, smirking and I watched as Dean rolled his eyes.
"That's some bullshit and you know it. Not enough of this crap. Let em go before I blow your brains out." Dean growled, leveling the Colt at Rick's head.
"Dean!" I cried, but he didn't even look my way. Meg raised Rick's eyebrow, and looked at Dean with such a condescending look that I honestly didn't even know Rick could make.
"You really gonna kill Officer Friendly? The sheriff? The father of that little boy out there? What's his name? Carl?" Meg looked ferocious, and I knew she was about to strike, but before she could, I heard it. That high-pitched horrible noise that can only signal the coming of an archangel. The house started to shake as Daryl dropped me, effectively letting me fall to the ground in an attempt to get away form the horrible noise.
"What is that?" I heard Meg cry, but it was too late. I slammed my eyes shut as the room became as bright as the sun. I heard a very screams over the rumbling and the high-pitched screech in my ears, but there was nothing I could do. Whatever Michael was doing, I couldn't save my friends from it without probably being killed in the process.
It only lasted a moment longer, and then the screech stopped, the rumbling ceased, and the light faded. It seemed darker now as I opened my eyes, but I suppose that's just because of how bright it was a moment ago. When I finally cracked my eyes open, I saw all of my friends bodies scattered around. Their eyes were closed, and none of them had any obvious injuries that they hadn't already had before. Dean was struggling to stand up a few feet away from me, but when he did he ran over, knife already in hand to cut me loose.
It took barely ten seconds before I was free, and he ran over to cut Sam loose, and I moved to check on everyone else. Daryl was closest, so I went to him first.
He was laying on his back, his left arm flung across his chest and his right stretched out on the floor like he was trying to grab something but couldn't reach. He looked peaceful though. I reached down and touched his neck, feeling for a pulse, and a split second later I felt that tell-tale beat that showed me he was still alive.
I let myself bask in the fact that he had survived his first (hopefully) possession, before moving on to the others. They were all fine, and when I finally stood up, Dean and Sam were helping Rick to his feet, and I finally let myself ask the question.
