A/N: Sorry for the delay – had a bit of writer's block. I didn't get as many votes as I wanted, so I think I'm going to go for my favorite – though it's the least realistic of the three choices. Anyways, here ya go!
Chapter 14: Wandering Minds
Evee leaned back in her chair as she pulled the headset off of her ear. She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
Another 'speed bump' the trio had encountered was the fact that though the authorities came in all shapes and sizes, they usually only came in two's. Therefore, when Sam and Dean, already having the right identifications, went out to con information out of the locals, Evee was forced to stay at the hotel. She didn't really mind being left behind (she hated the thought of lying to people just for info), but the wait drove her crazy. After having to deal with the same thing twice, she had gone out and bought earpieces for the boys at a spy store so she could get the play-by-play live. At the same time, she could look up information on the Internet and relay new information to them as well. She smiled despite the oncoming headache; they made a good team.
The brothers were on their way back; all she could do was wait. She hated this time the most because nothing was there to distract her. Without any outside stimuli, Evee's thoughts always returned to her brother. Tristan, where are you? Evee sighed again. She hadn't gotten used to the empty feeling she'd felt at the loss of her brother, and she doubted she ever would. She kept herself busy with hunting and the boys to keep away that picture of her brother, bloody and raw, slouched on his metal chair in defeat. Tears pricked Evee's eyes, and her chest constricted. I'll find you, she promised silently, not for the first time.
The lock clicked on the front door and Evee jumped. Hastily wiping her eyes, she thanked her luck that she wasn't facing the door when the boys walked in. Sliding her mask back into place, she turned around –
- to find that Dean had already taken off his button up shirt, and was in the process of removing his A-shirt. Evee tried to hide her shock.
As both Winchesters had relaxed to Evee's presence, so had their formality. They often walked around in their boxers (which wasn't such a big deal, they slept in boxers), and Evee, having grown up with a brother was quite used to the fact. The one thing she couldn't get used to was how good they looked. Both Winchester's bodies, though of different build, were perfect. They held the musculature of seasoned fighters. She couldn't help but blush every time she saw one of them without a shirt on; a fact that Dean never failed to take advantage of, once he had figured it out.
Dean had been watching Evee through the mirror. He smirked. "Like what you see, princess?" he asked casually. Sam groaned and smacked him upside the head while Evee glared at him.
"Dude, focus," Sam said in a tired voice. He turned to Evee. "You said you knew where that cabin was, right?" he asked.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Evee turned back to the computer. "Yeah," she said, clicking a few keys, then spinning the laptop around to face him. An image of a lake was on the screen. Evee leaned over the table so that she was looking at the lake upside down. "Here," she said, pointing to the top of the water. "Once you get off the main road, there are two turns we have to make, but other than that, its smooth sailing."
We'll head out to the cabin in an hour," Dean said (he had thankfully put another shirt on), "then away from it after dark so we'll know which road wasn't there before."
Sam, already rummaging through his duffel to get a change of clothes, looked at him curiously. "So what are we going to do until then?" he asked.
Dean flashed his million-dollar smile. "I thought we could give Evee some more practice at the pool table," he said mischievously.
Evee grinned. She was getting better at pool (a game she hadn't played until meeting the boys), but she doubted she'd ever be as good of a pool shark as Dean. While Sam and Dean ruled pool and poker, she always got the most money from playing darts, that is, whenever the hole-in-the-wall, back alley small-town bars they found had a dart board. Evee stood and grabbed her dark red leather jacket and a ponytail holder knowing she'd need to keep her long hair out of her eyes tonight.
The abandoned cabin that the college kids used to hold their parties turned out to be more of a large shack with a dirt floor, no rooms, and one window. The party had already started before they arrived and the room was crowded. Despite the cold outside, the room was warm; the multitude of dancing bodies heating the area. Someone had set up a sound system away from the front door, the base making the walls vibrate.
Evee watched Dean out of the corner of her eye for the smirk that she knew would appear. She was rewarded seconds later as two college girls squeezed past him to get out the door.
"This is my kind of place!" he said happily, and both Evee and Sam laughed at the childlike excitement on his face.
Sam recovered first. "Dude, focus!" he said.
Dean looked at him mischievously. "Aww, come on, Sammie," he said, "we've got a couple of hours until sunset. Why not have some fun?" with that, he disappeared into the crowd.
Sam gave Evee a pained look. "C'mon Sam," Evee tried, "We're going to lose each other in this crowd eventually anyway. Go get a beer, and I'll see you by the car after sunset." She shoved him playfully away before turning in the opposite direction.
Pressing through people, Evee found an empty patch of wall to lean against. She was glad she had opted to leave her jacket in the Impala; the humid air would have been hard to take otherwise. She wore faded hip huggers, a dark purple baby-T (whose logo had faded into an unrecognizable pattern long ago), and a leather chord was wrapped twice around her neck like a choker. Combat boots were essential footwear when one ran for their lives every other week.
Evee watched the writhing crowd distractedly. She hadn't danced in a long time, but it wasn't easy to find time to relax like that in her line of work.
"Um, excuse me?"
Evee turned to the man, her face carefully blank. Was this guy trying to pick her up? She had a gun strapped to her ankle for cryin' out loud! "Yes?" she yelled carefully over the music. The man faltered at her standoffish attitude, visibly collected himself, and then spoke.
"My name's Joe," he said, pitching his voice over the noise. "I noticed you standing there by yourself and I was wondering if you, um," he paused. "Do you want to dance?"
Evee blinked. She tried thinking of an excuse, before realizing that she didn't really have one. Oh well, she thought, I wanted to dance, didn't I? She smiled at Joe.
Dean wandered through the crowd reluctantly. The sun had set; it was time to go to work. He thought back wistfully to Candy, the girl he'd just met, and patted the pocket of his jeans where her number was safely stored. He walked straight through the crowd towards the door.
Sam appeared at his side, slapping him on the shoulder. "Dude, where have you been, its time to go!"
Dean arched a brow. "I know," he said flatly, "why do you think I was heading towards the exit?" he looked around. "Where's Evee?"
Sam shrugged, watching the people dance. "She said she'd meet us outside."
Dean's eyebrows furrowed. "You left her alone?" he asked incredulously. Sam gave him a pointed look.
"She could take both of us at the same time, Dean. Plus: she's armed. Do you really think some average jockstrap's gonna manhandle her and not be in a body cast tomorrow?"
"With it this crowded?" Dean scowled and looked for her in the crowd. "She's not going to be able to move, much less get her gun." The hand on his shoulder suddenly clamped down, making him wince. "Dude, you trying to break my arm?" he looked up at Sam, but Sam was staring open-mouthed at something behind him. Following his brother's line of site, Dean looked out at the dance floor. The large group of bodies moved together, writhing to the music.
Evee stood in the center, her hair down and her eyes closed. She swayed in time, oblivious to the world around her and the brothers watching.
Dean's breath hitched. The man dancing behind Evee couldn't keep up as she danced.
Evee had lost track of how many songs had played, and how many men she had danced with. It could have been hours or days since she had started, but she didn't care. This was the release she'd needed for her stress. All of the worries and pain melted away in time with the base. The guy who had his hands on her hips wasn't cutting it; she'd have to change again soon. She knew she had a job, but it all just felt so good.
She kept her eyes closed as she broke away from her partner to dance by herself. A new one would come to her, they always did.
Strong hands gripped her waist, and she smiled to herself. She was slightly surprised when he took the lead; this guy was confident. Evee allowed him to lead her. He was pretty good; she'd give him that. She laid her head against his shoulder exposing her neck.
The music changed as the song ended, but they continued to dance. Evee's eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room lazily. Her eyes caught on Sam's form and she almost laughed at his dumfounded expression.
Warm breath tickled her neck. Her dance partner's lips moved so close to her ear; she could almost feel his lips upon her skin. The voice was low and rough. "Nice moves there, princess."
It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. She spun around quickly to see Dean Winchester smirking down at her.
"Why didn't you tell me you could dance?" he asked playfully, his green eyes sparkling in the darkness. Evee blinked. There was something else there; something darker in his eyes that she couldn't place.
Recovering quickly, she shrugged. "You never asked," she countered. She hazarded a glance at Sam before turning back to Dean. "Time to go?"
Dean chuckled. "Been time," he responded, his voice cocky. He nodded over to Sam. "I think you put him into a coma," he commented casually. He tilted his head over to his brother and yelled over the crowd. "Hey Sammie! Time to go!"
Sam shook his head suddenly, as if he were clearing it. They walked back to the Impala in silence.
A/N: Whoa, is it hot in here? I like the added heat in the story, 'cause when you think about it, why wouldn't three twenty-somethings yave sex on the brain? Lol, and its just going to get worse over time, meaning I'll probably have to change the rating soon. Oh well, please review!