I Wish I'd Never Met You - Eve
Twelve months, two weeks, and three days. Ā That was how long Eve had stayed in that stupid hell hole known as Mystic Falls, which, in her opinion, was twelve months, two weeks, and three days far too long. Ā Of course, at first she was there because Lilith had stationed her there, and while sheād continued to insist that sheād stayed there for that exact same reason, sheād almost liked the security that had come with making a permanent residence there. Ā Not to mention she had enjoyed messing around with the inhabitants, and sheād stayed in town a little after the massive fire that had basically snuffed all life from the town (because honestly, how could she run away from fire?) but after that, there really wasnāt anything left for her anymore. Ā Lilith was done with the town, so there had gone her excuse. Ā Besides, her expertise was needed elsewhere. Ā Eve may not have been the strongest demon around, and while she wasnāt the smartest, she was definitely up there, probably the only real reason Lilith kept her so close. Ā She was cunning, manipulative, and had a real knack for being two steps ahead of everyone else around her. Ā Living in an actual town, especially forming ābondsā with some of the residents (even though, she would have stabbed any of them straight in the front without even a second glance if it had come down to it, except for perhaps Alaya - who sheād actually stayed in sparse contact with) had kind of made her forget what it was like to be a demon. Ā Being off on her own had made her harsher again, tougher, a bit more rough around the edges, and while by no means was she tame while in the town, the demon certainly wasnāt quite the same as sheād been a year ago.
At that particular moment, Eve wasnāt doing much of anything. Ā Sure, it would have been nice to have been involved in some sort of larger scheme, but for the moment, she was perfectly content moving from town to town, causing havoc and creating mayhem, running into other demons here and there. Ā Although, thinking back on it, she had to say, the death of Dean Winchester had come as quite a shock to her. Ā And of course, she had been momentarily miffed that she hadnāt been allowed to do the honors. Ā She wasnāt surprised, of course, seeing as every demon and their hell hound was hot on his heels, not to mention a whole whack of other beings, but still, she had loathed him. Ā An emotion she rarely ever assigned to people, because honestly, loathing was a waste of her time. Ā She loathed Crawford, maybe a handful of other demons, but that was pretty much it, and so it would have been nice to get her vengeance. Ā Still - she was surprised the idiotic cloud hoppers hadnāt tried to do anything to bring him back, but she figured either heād worn out his use to them, or Heaven was in such a state of panic they couldnāt even put their affairs in order. Ā Both of which were fine by her.
A loud, muffled scream broke the little brunette out of her reverie, and she turned her attention back to the man who was tied up to a chair in the warehouse that sheād taken over. Ā She wasnāt going to stay there long, but it was seemingly abandoned so, for the time being, that had worked for her. Ā Eve literally had the man for no other reason than the fact that she was bored, but she was going to take her time with this one. Ā Probably tearing him apart enough until she was bored, and then sheād set him alight. Ā She took a delicate sip out of the bottle of tequila sitting on the counter top behind her - always a lady - of course, and then set to work. Ā Hours later, as she was making her way back to the pretty little house sheād taken over, preferring to walk because the town honestly wasnāt that large, a bit of movement from one of the bars caught her eye, and for whatever reason - curiosity, fate, boredom - she stopped, pivoted, and looked in the window. Ā That wasnāt - no. Ā That couldnāt be. Ā So, Dean Winchester was dead, but his skyscraper trying to pass as a human being brother was still alive? Ā How was that even possible? Ā For some reason, that just kind of amused Eve to no end, and she smirked wider than should have even been possible for the petite cheeks of her vessel, and, without even thinking about it, using her telekinesis, she sent the door flying open with a bang.
Practically bouncing, heels clacking against the hardwood floor, Eve send the door slamming shut behind her, and made her way halfway to where Sam Winchester, of all people, was standing. Ā āWell, well, well.ā Ā She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, tilting her head to the side a bit coyly. Ā āIf it isnāt Sammy boy Winchester.ā Ā Granted, he was probably going to try tossing Holy Water on her or pelting her with rock salt, and oh for the love of Lucifer, she hadnāt even checked to see if he had any Devilās Traps hidden anywhere. Ā Well, that was unfortunate, the last thing she needed was to go to Hell and break her record. Ā Not wanting him to sense any unease, Eve kept her features masked in cool amusement, while she let her eyes slowly wander, just a little bit to see if she was entrapped in anything. Ā It looked like the coast was clear, and she took a small step forwards. Ā When no force propelled her backwards, she continued flouncing forwards, just so she was at the bar. Ā Hopping up onto one of the stools, she crossed her legs primly, propping her elbow up on the bar while she waited for Sam to speak.
Sam had made it five steps away from the door and towards the waiting bottle of whiskey when the door blew open. His first thought should have been 'oh must be the wind', but he was a Winchester and all he could do was sigh quietly and wonder which of his least favorite people had finally managed to find him. Crowley? Castiel? Worse? The heels on the ground would suggest worse. For a moment all he could do was laugh as Eve turned the corner, waltzing right into his bar. Of course it was Eve. His eyes dropped down to take her in. It was stupid but habitual and she hadn't changed at all. Funny how she always had a way of finding him when he was at his weakest.
There were no defenses in his bar. Salt, holy water, nothing. He didn't fucking care anymore. If someone wanted to come finish him off, so be it. What was he left clinging to anyway? Justice didn't quite do it anymore. Sacrificing his family to help ungrateful stupid people who should know enough not to fuck with witches and monsters had been too high of a cost to pay. His good Samaritan streak had ended quietly and suddenly. Though he couldn't say it'd taken anybody by surprise.
It was still amusing though, to watch Eve freeze to see if she could move. That alone made a slight ping of regret for never having drawn one on his bar. He missed seeing her pinned down and trapped, completely at his mercy. Instead she was bouncing over to the bar and just posing there like this was a photo shoot or something. Rolling his eyes, he just kept walking until he was behind the counter and slid a bottle of tequila and a glass her way. "Well, well, well." he echoed. "Fancy seeing you again." Pouring himself that glass of whiskey he reclined back on the counter, watching her for a long moment. Had it been her? Who killed Dean? She didn't seem quite smug enough for that to be the case though no doubt she'd love to pretend just to rile him up. Did he even care at this point? It was Dean's fucking fault for shutting Sam out over and over. If anyone he was angry at and wanted revenge on, it was Dean. Ā
