Chapter Five: After You

"Just wanna dance with you all night
When everyone has their disguise
I'll show you my heart is real
I'll show you how this could feel

This moment shaking in my hands
I'll share this secret for a chance
Just to be here with you
Just to get lost with you

When it's cold
I just wanna feel your touch
When it's cold
There's nobody else I'd rather know..."


Her mind buzzing, Evie did the only thing she knew to do. She had to know more. Sam and Dean weren't coming back, but even if they were, she wasn't going to approach them and be like, 'Soooo...what's the deal with the whole hell thing?'

With shaking hands, she dialed Becky's number, pacing around the main room and biting her nails as it rang.

"Hey! How's everyth-"

"Sam and Dean went to hell?!" Evie immediately hissed. "I just met an angel. I feel like I'm going insane!" she exclaimed, running her hand through her hair hurriedly. "I can't wait for the books, I need to know everything now Becky. I don't care if we're on the phone all night, but I'm sure you're more than happy to talk about the Supernatural books."

She heard Becky sigh in understanding.

"Of course, I'll talk about the books and Sam and Dean forever but..." she sighed again. "It may actually take all night."

"I'm all ears, Becky," Evie said quietly, swallowing thickly. "start from the beginning."

Six hours later

"..."

"Are you okay, Evie?"

Evie felt sick to her stomach. She didn't know what to think. She now knew about the girl she saw in the picture, and she knew it was the Jessica girl. She was right, she was dead. That didn't bother her nearly as much as the whole...Ruby thing. Basically, he was fucking a demon? He knew she was a demon...he picker her over Dean and was...drinking her blood. He used that power to kill the first demon and released Lucifer on the planet? Fell into the cage with him for a year...

Evie remembered all the disasters a few years back. All the deaths. People that had screamed it was the end of days had technically been right.

Thousands and thousands of people had died...and it...it had technically been Sam's fault?

She wanted to vomit.

The fact that he had shoved the devil back in, being in the bottom of a pit in a cage with Lucifer...well, she supposed that was a big enough punishment, considering that apparently meant he was there for 100 years. The torment he must have suffered...

You might as well have told her...well, she couldn't really think of anything more shocking. This was kinda it.

Sam losing his soul...

"Evie?"

Becky's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, making her shake her head as she attempted to clear it.

"I, well...I guess I'm as okay as I can possibly be," Evie frowned, feeling tears well up in her eyes. No wonder Sam thought she'd hate him... "I just...poor Sam. I mean, I know the things he did was terrible but, its not fair. It was like he was cursed since birth. I'm not making excuses for him, as I know there's no excuse for the whole...demon over Dean thing. But as for the devil, he didn't intentionally do those things. If he had known..." Evie sighed. "I just feel like I know him completely now, but at the same time...I don't know him at all." she finished in a whisper.

"Oh trust me, Sam is a beautiful soul," Becky gushed, sounding fan-girly again and making Evie slightly roll her eyes. "he's more than paid the price for his sins."

"I guess you're right..." Evie sighed, running her hair through her hair. "I just need time to...think. Did you mail my stuff?"

"Yup! It should be there tomorrow!"

Evie smiled. "Thank you, Becky. I'm gonna get off here and...think. I love you."

"I love you too! But, don't worry and try not to think too much on it, okay?"

"I'll attempt..." Evie sighed, a small smile pulling her lips. "bye Becky."

"Bye bye!"

Evie snapped the phone closed, seeing it was almost dying and seeing it was close to midnight. She sighed, reaching in her drawer and pulling out a charger she had found digging through the main room. She plugged it in, hesitating before opening the browser on the phone and going to music.

She needed to listen to something, or she was going to lose her mind.

She typed in Meg Myers and found all her songs, putting it on shuffle and repeat as she sat the phone down, staring at the ceiling in her room.

Her mind kept going back to Sam saying that he had questioned Becky's sanity, knowing everything she did and STILL liking him. Well...Evie knew that she still liked Sam, but she wasn't sure how she felt about still liking him.

Maybe she was batshit crazy.

She always tried her hardest not to judge people, especially on their past. But damn...there's a limit, wasn't there? After all, releasing the devil on earth would probably be pretty close to the top of a list of worst things you could possibly do.

It was enough to fuck anyone's mind.

She knew she could never tell Sam that she knew, but she wasn't sure how she'd...not act just a little different around him, at least for a little while until she processed all this information. If he asked if she knew, she doubted she could lie.

She sucked.

"Damnit to hell." she cursed, rolling over on her stomach and putting her face in her pillow.

Sam fucked a demon.

A demon.

What was that shit? What was he thinking?! Then again, Sam was only human. Perhaps he was just being...gullible? Well, obviously. Could she really say that she was so smart she wouldn't ever be tricked by a demon? If anything, she knew she was even more naive than Sam, always wanting to believe there was good in people. But Demons weren't people, were they? They were monsters.

She nuzzled her head in the pillow, feeling her eyes getting heavy as she fell into sleep, Sam still on her mind.


Sam walked out of the post office, carrying a large box that Becky had sent Evelyn. He opened the back seat, sticking inside and then got in the car.

"Damn, thats a big box...women," Dean shook his head, starting the car. "surprised you didn't look through it," he yawned, pulling out and towards the bunker. "I'm going to sleep for two days."

Sam felt a little antsy. He wanted to see Evelyn, missed her even. They really had become quick friends, but he found himself growing more and more worried about her finding out about his past.

Castiel had informed them that he had told her about them going to hell, that she had looked extremely shocked. Surely, she had questions. She was a smart girl and he knew...well, he was almost positive that she had called Becky; asking her about it.

He pulled out his phone, dialing the service number. He was going to check the minutes on the line she had. He felt like he shouldn't...but if she knew, he knew he needed to know so he could watch how he acted with her. She was too sweet to ever confront him about it.

"Minute usage for line: Four hundred and twenty-six minutes-"

Sam instantly ended the called, gripping the phone tightly in his hand and putting it on his forehead, closing his eyes.

She knew. Everything. Why else would she have been on the phone for over six hours? She didn't seem the type to talk on the phone that much, not even to her sister. He knew that his past was...bad. How could it not look horrible? What did she think of him now? Did she hate him? He wasn't exactly prince charming that had rescued her, and maybe part of her had felt that way. But not now – never again.

Maybe it was because she was a sweet girl, but he didn't want her to think badly of him.

He sighed, rubbing his hand across his forehead as he early morning sun shined brightly as they pulled up to the bunker.

"Finally." Dean groaned, getting out as Sam followed suit, grabbing the box out of the backseat.

Sam felt tense as she walked inside, walking down the stairs and seeing Evelyn was nowhere to be seen.

"Goodnight, Sammy!" Dean waved off, walking down the hall and walking in his room, slamming the door.

Of course, Sam had slept in the car. Even if he hadn't, he doubted he could sleep right now anyway. He was too on edge. After all, he was of 95% certainty that she...knew.

He took a deep breath, walking towards her door. He paused in front of the door, hearing music as he strained his ears.

"My heart is wasted and cut up like a drug
And your tears—they taste like vinegar and blood
And these conversations choke us 'til we're numb
No matter what we're saying, it never seems enough

So take me to the start
Take me to that kiss
'Cause I gotta know, baby, what I'll forget
Sorry that I lost our love, without a reason why..."

Sam smirked—it seemed that Evelyn had a certain love for chick music. But, he could admit that it wasn't nearly as bad as the typical "chick" music. Did that mean she was awake?

He took another deep breath, lightly tapping on the door.

"Evelyn?" he called out quietly, frowning when he heard how weak his voice sounded. Was he really that afraid of her judging him?


"Evelyn?"

Evie's eyes snapped open, sitting up sharply in her bed and rubbing her eyes. She looked over at the clock, seeing it was nine am. She hurriedly turned the music off on the phone.

Sam.

Sam was at her door.

She jumped up, not thinking as she sprinted to the door, flinging it open, wide eyes, crazy hair and all.

Sam looked surprised, holding a large box in his large arms.

"...Did I wake you up?" he asked quietly, his shocked expression fading to look concerned and...worried?

"Uh – I – its...its okay..." she gulped, looking down. "I was...well, I need to wake up now anyway."

"If you're sure," she looked up, seeing a strained smile on his face as the worry still showed. "your sister sent your things. Should I just sit it on your bed?"

"Oh, um, yeah..." she said hurriedly, scrambling out of the way and tucking her hair behind her ears.

'Hell...Sam...Demon...the fucking devil...he-'

"Do you want me to cut it open for you?" he asked, pulling a knife out of the back of his pants and making her eyes widen as she nodded her head quickly, looking back down.

It was silent for moments, and she heard him slice open the box. She kept her eyes down, reaching up to the back of her neck, rubbing it awkwardly. She wasn't acting right, she knew she wasn't. But...she was still in shock, she didn't know what to think and she couldn't stop herself.

"Okay...well, I'll leave you to it then?"

She tried not to jump when she felt him standing in front of her, his statement sounding more like a question.

I want to stay, if you'll let me.

"Yeah..." she nodded, still looking at the ground like the coward she was. "thanks."

She felt him continue to stand in front of her, but she didn't look up. She was so weak and she kinda hated herself.

"I..." he trailed off, but she saw him walk away, closing the door behind him.

She took a deep breath, looking up and immediately feeling guilty. She just...it was a lot to take in. Gods, she couldn't help it!

She groaned, rubbing her face and walking up to the box, lifting the flaps. She smiled, firstly seeing clothes. She pulled out some spaghetti string tops and some high rise blue jean shorts, some underwear and thankfully, a few bras. It was pretty simple, but that's what she wanted. She felt a little awkward, seeing that Becky had managed to pack the shortest shorts she owned.

Part of her wondered if she did it on purpose.

She grinned, seeing underneath that and above a few more clothes was her strawberry shampoo and conditioner—her lavender body wash, her hair brush, and some hair ties. Along with her toothbrush, razor, and shaving cream.

She quickly took them and the other clothes out, coming to the next layer.

Her laptop, iPod, iPhone and her tablet.

"Thank you God!" she looked up, yanking them out and freezing, seeing the last layer.

She reached in, gently picking up one of the books that lined the bottom.

"Supernatural by Carver Edlund..." she trailed off, gulping and she pulled the other books out, stacking them in her arms and looking around her room. She scurried over to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer and laying them in there, closing it quickly. God forbid Sam or Dean see she has those...it just seemed creepy to her.

She walked over to her clothes, picking out underwear, a bra, a pale pink spaghetti top and some shorts. On top of that, she piled her new bath stuff on it.

She couldn't wait to smell like a girl again.

She walked up to the door, cracking it open quietly and looking down the hallway, seeing that Dean or...Sam, were nowhere to be seen.

She scurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a deep breath.

With almost lightening speed, she got everything together and before she knew it, the entire bathroom was filled with the aroma of strawberries and lavender.

She smiled, the familiar smell making her feel more at home and more relaxed.

She probably took too long in the shower, but she climbed out, drying off and getting dressed as she picked up her favorite pink brush with a smile, smiling contentedly as it easily glided through her now conditioned hair.

She pulled on her shorts, a little dissatisfied with the length. After all, it was appropriate, she was just ridiculous with the whole 'I'm fat' thing.

Her stomach growling loudly broke her out of her thoughts. Sam and Dean just got back from a trip, surely they were asleep, right? She just...wasn't ready to really face Sam yet.

Biting her lip, she creeped out of the bathroom and down the hallway.


Sam paused outside Evelyn's door, feeling like shit.

If he wasn't sure before, he sure as hell was sure now.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, walking down the hallway, towards his room as he ran his hand through his hair, going in his room and not even bothering with the door. Part of him somewhat hoped she'd come after him, but he knew she wouldn't.

The look on her face...

He groaned, sitting on his bed and putting his elbows on his knees. She hadn't looked like she hated him, that he was sure of. But she had looked at him like...almost like she was lost. Like she didn't know what to think of him – and dare he say it...she looked overwhelmed and slightly frightened.

She had no reason to fear him, he'd never hurt her.

But, his...companions didn't exactly have a long life expectancy.

Not that she was his companion. He meant to think friends.

"Shit..." he cursed under his breath, not sure what was happening to him. He wanted to go right back to her, but what the fuck was he supposed to say? That he didn't mean to almost ruin the world? How juvenile was that?

No, he couldn't do that.

He paused when he smelt an aroma enter his nose.

He sniffed, smelling strawberries and...lavender? He inhaled, the two scents combining and creating a lovely scent in his mind. It was decidedly girly, but it smelt lovely – just like Evelyn, so he wasn't surprised.

It was her, it had to be. Looked like she had gotten some of her bathing stuff.

He felt his legs move at their own violation, out into the hallway. He looked to see the bathroom door open, clearly how he'd smelt her stuff from her shower.

He walked slowly down the hallway, glancing in her room to see she wasn't in there.

He paused for moments, debating on whether or not to go after her. Deep down, he knew he should probably give her some space, but he couldn't stop himself from going forward, seeing she wasn't in the main room. He heard noises coming from the kitchen, and knew she was in there.

Once again, he told himself to turn around, leave her alone. But, he just couldn't as he walked soundlessly into the kitchen, taking a sharp breath when he saw her bent over in the refrigerator...in shorts.

The guy inside him couldn't stop his eyes from trailing hungrily down her soft, pale legs, swallowing thickly as he hated himself for liking what he was seeing – a lot.

She stood straight, her damp, pale hair falling across her lower back as he forced himself to tear his eyes away, looking to the side with a strained expression.


Evelyn stood up, pulling some meat and cheese out of the fridge, ready to make a sandwich. She sat it on the counter, realizing she forgot mayonnaise. She turned to get it, only to freeze and gasp in surprise, clutching her heart.

Sam was standing in the doorway, looking at the wall with a stern expression. But when she had gasped, his head turned and his eyes snapped to hers, his expression fading to a gentle one.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said worriedly, taking a step forward. "I just didn't want to interrupt."

"N-no, its my fault..." she took a step back, somehow managing a small smile on her face.

"..."

"Evelyn..." he said quietly, making her look up to his face to see it almost pained. And for some reason, that made her feel...very sad. She didn't like that look on his face.

"I know...you know," Sam said quietly, making her eyes widen and her face flush. "I'm sorry – I wish I knew what to say...I know how bad everything seems. I know I warned you, but I'm sure nothing could have prepared you for that. I just..." he sighed, looking away and running his hand through his hand before he brought his eyes back to hers. "I can't help thinking that you're...mad at me – and well, that bothers me more than I'd like—or like to admit." he chuckled bitterly, looking down and shaking his head.

Evie's heart was pumping hard as she stared at him with big eyes. Of course she wasn't mad at him! She was just...in shock. She didn't know how to process all this information on the man that had...saved her – the one she was currently crushing on. The one she was still crushing on even though all she knew about him. But, Sam had been nothing but kind to her. How could she be mad?

"I'm not – I'm not mad, Sam," she said quietly, watching him look up, almost hopefully. "I guess I'm just...shocked is all. Its a lot to take in and I don't...know how to react."

He looked like he was thinking as she patiently waited, twisting her hands in front of her.

"I understand," he said eventually, with a small smile. "But...do you have any questions?"

Her pulse spiked again.

"I – I do...I just don't know if I can ask them..." she said quietly, looking down again.

"You can ask me anything, its okay." she heard him answer quietly, sounding sincere. "what do you question the most?"

"..."

She swallowed thickly, biting her lip and looking off to the side, still unable to look at him.

"You mean, other than the whole...releasing the devil, devil inside you..." she swallowed, feeling hesitant. "hell thing..."

"Yes, all of that is true."

She looked up at him, seeing him walk towards the table, sitting down and gesturing to a chair next to him.

With shaky legs, she walked over and sat down.

"That surprises you the most?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Oddly...no," she answered quietly. "those things...well, they weren't done intentionally," she watched his eyebrows furrow in understanding. "the...the thing that confuses me most-" she took a deep breath. "is the...demon thing."

"Ruby." Sam nodded, pursing his lips together as what looked like hate flashed through his eyes.

"I – I'm sorry," Evie instantly said, panicking. "I shouldn't have – I-"

"No, its okay," he cut in, giving her a reassuring smile. "I told you to ask and be honest, and you are."

She looked down, biting her lip and twisting her fingers on the table, still feeling guilty for bringing it up.

Her eyes widened when she saw Sams hand cover hers, his calloused, warm hand holding hers comfortingly. She tried to control her heart as tingles spread up her arms.

"Hey, its okay, I promise," she heard him say reassuringly as he squeezed her hands lightly. "I...have no excuse for that, honestly," he sighed. "I was always suspicious of her in the beginning, as I should have been. But, when Dean died for me and was in hell...she was there and I was alone..." he trailed off quietly as she slowly looked up at him.

He was watching her with a saddened expression.

"I became...gullible, I suppose," he said regretfully. "I relied on her. I became attached in my mourning for Dean, not knowing what else to do. But, by the time Dean came back, I was very invested in her. When he tried to kill her...I panicked," he pursed his lips and shook his head. "It's no damn excuse, but its all I have."

Evie stared at him. Of course...she knew he'd been manipulated. But, the fact that Dean was in hell...because he saved him. Of course he was vulnerable, and that little evil bitch knew that. She played with his emotions, used him to set the devil free. She didn't think Sam was completely innocent, but his actions made much more sense. He had chosen to believe in her, despite what she was and he had paid for it dearly.

"Did you love her?"

His eyes slightly widened, as though no other person had asked that.

"I...I think I may have thought I did," he answered quietly. "but now I know...I did not. Everything was wrong and misguided. Real love isn't that way, its...its-"

"Forever?" she asked quietly, thinking of his girlfriend had died...Jessica.

He looked at her with a sad expression, his eyes flashing briefly with something she couldn't readily identify.

"It can be," he smiled for moments. "but sometimes, you can't love someone anymore. I mean, they'll always have a place in your heart...but you have to let them and that love go."

"Do you have to let it go?" she asked, tilting her head. If he had let Jessica go, then why did he have their picture in his drawer? She felt a flash of guilt for seeing that again.

"...Yes," he said quietly. "Its just...hard when they're the best memories you have, and you have no better ones or ones to replace them."

Evie's heart cracked. Of course he still held onto Jessica. She was the greatest love he had ever known, he hadn't met anyone that even came close to comparing to his love for her, so therefore, how could he let it go? It made sense. Evie knew that because of time, he had let her go...but in his heart, there wasn't another to take her place. She couldn't ever be replaced, not really...but he could let go completely if he had that.

"I understand," she said sadly, "I mean, I was never mad at you, Sam," she smiled at him. "you saved me and you've been nothing but kind to me. I couldn't ever reject that kindness because of things you did in your past. Everyone has a past, right? Yours just happens to be..." she trailed off, shifting awkwardly. "um, colorful?"

He chuckled, squeezing her hands again and making a shiver go through her. She didn't dare pull away, though him touching her put her on edge – not in a bad way, but it made her tense.

"I am the color wheel," he smirked at her. "that's not always true, I'm sure you don't have a past."

"I might!" she said in a higher pitched voice, desperately trying to think of something bad she'd done. She was far from perfect, but when it was compared to releasing Lucifer on earth...she really had nothing.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done, then?" he asked, pulling his hand from hers and propping his head on it on the table, looking very interested.

He was smirking as she thought.

"...I stole a CD from Best Buy one time," she said bitterly, feeling like the lamest person on the planet. "I was ten."

He let out a bark of laughter.

"What CD was it? And why did you do it?"

"Well..." she shifted awkwardly, her face burning. "It...it was a...Britney Spears CD. My mom didn't think it was...appropriate – stop laughing!"

he was roaring in laughter at her, putting his face in his hand as his shoulders shook.

"You know it was all, 'I'm a slave 4 U'," Evie sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. "my mom thought it was too...sexual for a ten year old."

"So, you were a little badass and stole it, huh?" he moved his hand, wiping his eyes and staring at her with sparkling eyes.

Evie pursed her lips.

"Its just...the only thing I can think of on the spot," she frowned, realizing how...undaring and lame she really was. "other than petty things, I can't really think of anything I've done." she admitted lamely.

"There's nothing wrong with being a good girl." Sam smirked, his eyes flashing.

"Yeah, there is. I'm lame as hell and chicken shit." she shrugged.

"I don't think you're lame, and you're definitely not chicken shit," he chuckled, shaking his head. "trust me, most girls your age would be crying in a corner right now, knowing all you now know and experienced lately."

Evie thought for moments. Well, she supposed that was true, to an extent. Maybe if she had any sense, she'd be that way too.

"Or maybe I'm just batshit crazy instead of chicken shit, which is why I'm not crying in the corner."

He let out a bark of laughter.

"Trust me, if anyone knows crazy, its me," he shook his shaggy head. "and you – well, you're not batshit crazy."

"Do you think it could help me get a boyfriend?" she joked, smirking. "I mean, just walk up to him and announce that I'm not bat shit crazy? He'll fall all over himself to have me – I'm sure of it."

Was it her imagination, or did Sam's smile falter slightly for moments?

"While I would not recommend that, you could just use the typical things." he grinned, but it somehow looked forced.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Sam Winchester, teaching me how to attract a man."

"Uh – yeah," he rubbed the back of his head. "that may be something you wanna go to Dean for."

"You don't know what attracts a man?" she asked, tilting her head and cocking an eyebrow skeptically.

"Well, I mean...I guess I know what attracts me?" he shrugged, tapping his fingers on the table. "and I guess I do know what attracts men in general."

"Well, I'm all ears," Evie nodded firmly, grinning at him. "teach me, Mr. Winchester."

An odd look passed over his face when she said that, and he seemed to shift uncomfortably. Was she making him uncomfortable?

"Well, I mean...its hard to say," he looked around, seeming in thought. "I'm not a very good teacher. Uhhhh, I guess...being funny, smart and of course men all have their own definition of pretty."

"...Yeah, you're not good at this," she laughed, "I think you're better off teaching me something else."

"I could teach you how to defend yourself?" Sam suggested suddenly, looking as though that was the best idea in the world.

"Yeah...about that," she shook her head. "I'm...not so sure that's a good idea. I'm really uncoordinated and clumsy. I kinda think it would be a waste of your time."

"In between cases, I don't exactly have much to do," he smiled. "It would be good for you and well, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?"

Evie shifted uncomfortably. She...she wasn't sure she wanted Sam to see her all pathetic and...sweaty. She was kinda out of shape. What if he like, wanted her to run on the treadmill or lift weights? She was going to look like a gross, out of shape lump.

"Like...what kind of defense?" she asked lightly, worried it was a full-on workout regimen.

"Oh, well you know – sparring and shooting. Basic defense techniques, and how to aim and fire. That's about it," he grinned, "but, I'm pretty sure I'll kick your butt, no matter how good you get."

If he was saying that to irritate her into doing it...it was working.

"Fine," she pursed her lips. "we'll spar, then you can be the genius that hands someone like me a gun."

"Good, lets do it then."

Her eyes widened as he stood, panic shooting through her.

"Now?!"

"Why not?" he smiled, looking over at the counter. "Oh, right...you should eat first. You're hungry, aren't you?"

"...not so much now," Evie sighed, but she hadn't really ate much yesterday, and if she was going to be throwing punches...she probably needed some food. "but I'll eat anyway. Do you want a sandwich?"

"Hmmm – yeah, sure. Just whatever you're making for yourself." he sat back down, flashing her a white smile as she stood, nodding and walking over to the stuff on the counter, beginning to make two sandwiches.

"So...you're not going to like, kick my ass, are you?" she asked, spreading mayonnaise on the bread. "because if you are, I may object slightly."

"No, of course not," he laughed behind her. "I'm just going to teach you self-defense. At times, you may have to hit me, but that's all."

Evie frowned, she didn't think she could hit Sam with force even if he told her to. She finished up the sandwiches, putting them on plates and walking over to him, sitting one down in front of him.

"Thanks." he grinned gratefully, picking it up and taking a big bite.

"Sure..." she smiled, sitting hers down and going to get them two waters, bringing them back to the table as she sat down, taking a sip from hers.

"I'm weak, by the way." she said, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

He looked at her, swallowing his food and taking a sip of water before replying.

"That's fine. I don't expect you to be as strong as I am, Evelyn."

"Why do you call me that?" she immediately asked, wondering why he so blatantly refused to call her Evie.

He chewed, grinning mischievously at her.

"Well, I guess its because you oppose it so much," he chuckled when she instantly glared at him, "and well, I kind of just like calling you that better."

"Why?" she slightly pouted, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"I don't know...Evelyn." he smirked as she rolled her eyes and popped the last of her sandwich in her mouth.

"Are you ready?" he asked, standing up.

"I...guess..." she tried not to groan as she followed his tall form through the bunker and down another hallway.

He opened the door to reveal what appeared to be a workout room.

Fantabulous.

He walked over to what appeared to be a wrestling mat, facing her as she stood across with him, looking awkward and out of place.

He must have noticed, because he chuckled.

"Okay, for starters," he held his palm up. "punch my hand as hard as you can."

"Why?" she squeaked, rubbing her hand.

"One: I want to see how you throw a punch – and two: I want to see how much power they have."

"Bad and bad." she sighed, awkwardly bringing her arm back slowly as he raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Stop laughing at me."

"I haven't said a word."

"Your eyes are laughing at me."

"I can't control my laughing eyeballs – just punch." he smirked.

She sighed, flinging her fist forward as hard as she could, slamming it into his palm.

A small pop sounded.

"Ow!" she gasped, ringing her hand and hissing as he dropped his hand with a bemused expression.

"You were holding your fist completely wrong and you popped your knuckle," Sam informed her, lifting his eyebrow. "if you had punched someone's face like that, you could break something."

"Well, thanks for telling me my fist was wrong." she pursed her lips, rubbing her knuckles. They were fine now, if a little sore.

"Well, you have to learn," he grinned, grabbing her hand as she stiffened. He closed her fist, tucking her thumb in her fingers. "always leave your thumb tucked like this."

"Er – oh, okay..." she shifted, her face flushing as he readjusted her hand.

"Now, try again." he said, holding his hand up. "and this time, mean it."

"Are you sure you really want me to mean it?" she asked innocently, lifting her fist to where it was aligned with his face, instead of his hand.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Do what you will. I don't fear it, either way."

She sighed with a grin, lowering her fist. There was no way she was going to punch Sam in the face, and he knew it too.

She flung her fist forward, punching his hand again. This time, it didn't pop her knuckle, but it did slightly sting, just from the force. She forced herself not to complain.

"Good," he smirked. "we'll work on your form later, but now that you know how to keep your fist when throwing a punch, lets cover a simple block."

She snorted.

"Like I could really block someone like you or fight them off."

"Well..." he shook his head, looking playfully cocky. "you better stop, I'm getting the big head."

'You already have a big head, you giant.'

But, she liked it.

Before she could even blink, his fist came forward, stopping right in front of her face as she just stood there, looking shocked.

"Oh, come on," Sam laughed, dropping his hand. "you didn't even try to block me when it was unexpected. That's natural instinct!"

"I have no instinct," she frowned. "I suck, remember?"

"Okay, try again," he grinned, looking amused. "just show me how you'd block a punch."

He flung his fist forward and she jumped back.

"Evelyn...that's not a block, that's a dodge," he sighed, grinning. "what if you're against a wall?"

"...Scream?" she asked, tilting her head and crossing her arms.

"There's no one around for like...hundred miles."

"Why the hell would I be there?"

"Evelyn..." he said warningly, but his eyes were still dancing with amusement.

"Okay, okay. Sorry!" she smiled as he walked back up to her.

He threw his fist forward again, which she just grabbed it, unsure of what to do. His fist was so large, her hand barely even cupped around it.

He burst into laughter, dropping his fist.

"You do that, and they're going to punch your in the face with your own hand."

Evie bristled, blushing.

"I think instead of teaching me how to actually block, you're dragging it out because you want to laugh at me."

"That's partly true," he laughed, shaking his head. "but I do need to see what your natural instincts are, therefore I can combine them with the best defense techniques."

"If you say so..." she grumbled, feeling embarrassed. She was feeling like she sucked more than anyone – ever.

"Okay, this time," he said carefully, making sure she was listening. "you're going to grab my forearm, pushing it up to throw off my punch," he explained, sticking out his arm and showing her where to grab. "usually, it will throw them off enough to move into the offense, but now we're just focusing on defense – okay?"

Evie sighed, nodding. It was going to be a long day. A part of her didn't know how she could be so shocked earlier, then after just being around him...speaking with him, everything was okay. She was sure that it was just distracting her, but if she sat around and thought about it, she'd go right back to it. She just...couldn't think badly of Sam.

'I'm so fucked.'