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Shapeshifters, Eva decides, are the worst.
After everything is said and done and they’re three states over, Sam comes and finds her outside of the motel. He looks tired and a little worse for wear.
“Hey,” Eva says. The reception is better on the curb and she’s trying to get ahold of Hanna; so far, no dice. “How’s Dean?”
Sam snorts. “Upset that he’s missing his own funeral.”
That sounds like him; you can’t do the things they do without developing a penchant for dark humor. Eva almost laughs, but then the weight of the last few days re-registers, and the humor dies in her throat.
“Right,” she says, remembering how betrayed Kelli sounded. The shapeshifter wearing Dean and choking Sam. “Are you okay?”
Sam smiles. It’s probably meant to be reassuring. “Just bruised.”
Eva nods, just as her phone buzzes. She opens it up and finds a text from Hanna: got ur message. see u in 2 days.
Sam notices. His smile frays around the edges; they haven’t had a real conversation since freshman year of college, and it’s starting to show. “That Hanna?”
“Yeah. We’re heading out in an hour.”
“She tell you why she called?”
“Apparently some help with a group of vengeful spirits. Wants us to meet her. If she has partners now, I have no idea where they are.”
Sam makes a face—he remembers Hanna as a scrawny preteen, after all, who wasn’t even allowed to walk to bus stops by herself, much less hunt—but he nods.
“We’ll let you know if we find anything with Dad,” he says.
“You better,” Eva agrees. “We’ll let you know if we find something, too.”
Sam’s smile is more genuine this time; he doesn’t look sad, but maybe he does look a little regretful. They haven’t talked about half the things they should. “It’s probably smart to split up for a while, with Dean looking like a wanted man, and all.”
Of course, there is that. She doesn’t envy him.
“I’m sure he’ll love laying low for a few days,” Eva says. She considers holding out a hand for a shake, but that seems too formal. “Feel free to call if he’s driving you crazy.”
“He’s Dean,” Sam says dryly. “I’ll tie him to the bed if I have to.”
She grins, and definitely does not enjoy that mental picture. “Good luck. I’ll see you around.”
There’s half a second where he hesitates, as though there’s more, but then Winona opens the motel room door and squints at them both suspiciously.
“You guys done?” She asked. “We’ve got to go if we want to beat traffic.”
Eva looks at Sam one last time. Sam looks at her. He waves, awkward, before heading back to where he and Dean are staying; Winona mutters a comment about them being in the fifth fucking grade again.
“Shut up,” Eva sighs. “Are we leaving or what?”