What Is and What Will Never Be || Closed

Sam stopped at the front door to the apartment building he and Jess lived in, thumb hooked in the strap of his book bag as the streetlights clicked on one-by-one. It was getting darker earlier and he and Lily probably should have cut their study time short, so she wouldn't have to walk back to her dorm in the dark. He knew, better than most people, way could potentially lurk around ever dark corner. He glanced down at Lily, who he supposed seemed quite diminutive and small next to him, and offered her a small smile. "Sure you don't want me to walk you back?" He asked and was immediately met with an eye roll from the small young woman. "Don't give me that look, Lily. I just don't want anything to happen to you. It is close to Halloween after all--people get weird," he explained with a shrug.

"Weirder than me?" Lily questioned, brows lifting as she shot Sam a poignant look. When he took too long to respond, she let out a short laugh and shook her head. "See...if anything were to happen to me--which it won't--but if it did, I'd probably just end up beating their crazy with my crazy," she said, grinning broadly. She was a bit...eccentric, to put it plainly. While she was a fine arts major, and had only met Sam in one of their general education classes together, she didn't put a lot of color into her wardrobe. However, her personality had color enough for ten people. "It'd work and you know it," she finished with a resolute nod before pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. She glanced up to the building for a moment before glancing back to Sam. "I'm sure Jess is already back from her classes. I'll see you tomorrow, Sam," she said. He repeated the expression and she turned from him, her large canvas bag of books, art supplies, and odds and ends bouncing against the top of her thigh as she turned on heel and started back the way they had just come from.

"So tell me more about this brother of yours." Evelyn said, taking her eyes off of the blurred sights along the side of the highway to look over to the older Winchester. She had been hunting with Dean for a year or two now. Bobby Singer introduced them, and it hadn't taken her long at all to see the light-haired man almost as an older brother. The thing was it had always just been her and Dean. He mentioned his brother on occasion, and she knew that he missed him even when he refused to talk about feelings and all of that "chick-flick crap" as he liked to call it, but she didn't know much about Sam Winchester at all. If everything went as planned, and Dean was able to convince him to tag along with them and help them track down John, she'd be sitting in a car with him for a while. She kind of hoped that he wouldn't be a complete stranger to her if that was the case. "What?" She asked when she noticed the look the green-eyed man was giving her. "If I'm going to be in a car with this guy for a few hours I don't want things to be awkward because I don't know a damn thing about him. All I know is that he's at Stanford right now, and the few old hunting stories over the years."

Dean liked having Evelyn around. He still hunted with his dad quite frequently, but a few years ago they sort of went their separate ways for a Wendigo and run-of-the-meal poltergeist hunt, and they hadn't worked any cases with each other consistently since. It really hadn't bothered Dean much, being alone on the road, but was nice and quiet. Well, as quiet as it could get with AC/DC blaring through the speakers of the Impala anyway. Things did get a little lonely after a while though being on the road by himself and all, but he never would actually admit to that. He was a man, he could handle hunting by himself. Bobby introduced him to the petite brunette one day when they both happened to be visiting the older hunter in Sioux Falls. He'd been hesitant at first to ask her to hunt with him, but Bobby had kind of pushed him to ask her, and he was glad that he had. He liked having someone else to talk to and drink with after particularly tough hunts. "Sammy's different." Was all he gave her at first. "He sees things differently than my dad and I ever did."

Sam watched Lily for a moment, brow furrowed slightly with concern as the petite, light-haired woman nearly bounced back down the sidewalk. He just had an odd feeling, kind of like the ones he'd used to get as a kid right before something bad would happen. He'd been getting it more often lately, like some impending doom was breathing down the back of his neck, but nothing bad had happened yet. So, he brushed it off and turned to enter the apartment building, telling himself that it was just a red herring and he should look forward to the Halloween party he was going to with Jess. He climbed the stairs to their apartment, put his key into the lock, and entered the apartment. "Jess, I'm back from class," he announced to the apartment and Jess almost immediately peeked her head out of the bathroom. She grinned broadly to him and he couldn't help but to return it.

"I'll be ready in about an hour," she chirped before disappearing back into the bathroom. He grinned to himself for a few moments before settling down at a table to get some schoolwork done before they left for the party. As he booted up his laptop and opened his browser, a headline on the local news page caught his gaze. Perhaps it was old habits, perhaps it was just his dad's teachings echoing in his head. 'One More College Girl Missing Without a Trace!' it read and he shook his head. That was the third one in a month.

Lily hummed to herself as she marched down the empty sidewalk back to campus, thumb tucked under the strap of her bag as the other pulled her nearly white-blonde hair back from her face. She took a turn down a shortcut, which was a bit darker than it usually was, she noticed. Must've been one of the streetlights were out or something. Lily, however, wouldn't be swayed and continued down her path without hesitance. She heard footsteps suddenly behind her and she spun, stomach dropping slightly at the looming figure just a few paces behind her. The young woman pulled a face, shaking her head before turning and continuing on her way. Not two more steps were taken before the figure seeming appeared right before her. She took a stumbling step back, placing distance between the two of them as her hand dove into her bag to try and find something to defend herself with if she needed to. "Don't mess with me," she barked at him, bravely and without a hint of fear her tone. Her hand closed around the case of her retractable craft knife and she gripped it tightly. Her mind spun for something odd to say, something to catch the person in front of her off guard. "I'm a witch and I'll turn your bones to ash and drain all the blood in your body with just a thought." It was when the figure let out a dark rumbling laugh and stalked forward that she knew she was in trouble.

"Things aren't so black and white for my brother. He always liked to know all of his facts before he acted." Dean continued. He wasn't used to talking about Sam with Evelyn. He mentioned his brother on occasion to the brunette, but that was normally only when he was trying to get their minds off of a particularly difficult hunt. After they sorted out any injuries and stitched up wounds that needed stitching, they'd pass a bottle of JD back and fourth between them and talk about anything and everything. Other than chick-flick moments of course. Those topics were off limits as per Dean's request. That's when he would mention his brother. He'd talk about something funny that had happened when they were kids, different ways he used to torment his younger brother like older siblings normally did. Really just anything to distract themselves from the job for the time being. "Sam could spend hours and hours in the library. Probably why he got into Stanford, freaking nerd." He chuckled softly.

Evelyn was honestly kind of surprised that Dean hadn't just shrugged her off when she asked him to tell her more about his brother. The only time he ever talked about Sam was when they were talking over a bottle of JD after a really shitty hunt. She'd heard a couple of stories about when they were kids and Dean was left to watch his younger brother while John went off on a hunt, but that was really it. She knew that Dean didn't really like talking much about his family. She had met John a couple of times, but Sam wasn't hunting anymore. He was studying at Stanford, and hadn't really spoken to Dean or their father since then. She knew that things were pretty tense with he younger Winchester and John, they always had been apparently, but that was all she really knew. "Stanford's no joke." She said. She had gone to high school, graduated and got her diploma and everything, but that was it. College wasn't for her. Hunting was pretty much all she ever knew because of her parents, so she really wouldn't have known what to do or where to go college-wise. "I'm guessing he doesn't know we're coming?"

A heavy sigh left Sam as he quickly typed in a web address into the browser to get the headline off of the page and hopefully keep his mind from what his dad and brother would have considered a case. It seemed, no matter how much he tried, he'd never fully stop thinking like a hunter, or finding something that went bump in the night. A part of him--he wasn't sure how big or small it was--would always find some way to try and draw him to find out what it was. Regardless of him wanting to be a hunter or not, innocent people were getting hurt and he wanted to do what he could to save them. But doing that would mean leaving Jess, leaving school, and leaving the bright career he hoped was waiting for him when he graduated. Instead of dwelling on his thoughts for much longer, he occupied himself with schoolwork until Jess was begging him to get changed into his costume so they could get to the party relatively on time.

"I'm pretty sure the only one who'll be draining blood here is me," the figure said in a low, gravelly voice. Lily let out a sharp laugh, trying to keep herself from sounding too scared.

"Okay, buddy. I think you're taking the whole Halloween thing too far. Go trick-or-treat somewhere else. You keep walking toward me and I'm gonna have to hurt you," she retorted, keeping her eyes on him as she continued to take a step back for every one he would take forward. When she noticed that he wasn't giving up, she steeled herself for an attempt at getting away. If she could make it back to Sam's apartment complex, she would potentially be safe, right? She slipped the retractable blade from her craft knife out and took a step forward, jabbing it into the crook of the guys neck. She turned on heel as he faltered for a moment, dropping her bag, and began to sprint as fast as she could toward the dark building looming just a couple hundred yards away. Lily thought, for a split second, she may have just outsmarted this guy--she used to be a gymnast and run track in high school and she hadn't let herself go that much, had she? It wasn't until she felt a sharp push on her back that she knew her outlook was grim. She went airborne for a few moments from the strength of the push before crashing into the ground, hitting her head, and being rendered completely unconscious.

"I'm not so sure that breaking into your brother's apartment is going to convince him to help us find your dad." Evelyn said as she followed Dean across the parking lot. If anything, it was probably just going to piss him off. When the older Winchester told her what the plan was, she was certain that it was a bad idea. A really bad one actually. Dean, surprisingly enough, had told her quite a bit about his brother as they drove up to Stanford. The conversation did eventually reach a lull, leaving AC/DC and Zeppelin to fill the void, but she did feel as she knew a lot more about Sam Winchester now He wasn't nearly as much of a stranger to her anymore, and that was why she was certain that this was one of the worst plans Dean had ever come up with before. If only Bobby knew what they were up to right now. The older hunter would smack him upside the head most likely and follow it up with his go-to insult. "We should just wait until the morning, Dean."

"That would mean wasting time that we could be using to find my dad, Evie." The older Winchester said, using the nickname he had given the petite brunette shortly after they started hunting together. He could see where she was coming from, it probably was going to piss Sam off, but he didn't exactly care if he pissed his brother off or not. He really didn't think that it would matter what time of day he chose to tell Sam about their dad being missing. If he was going to help, he was going to help. If he wasn't, he wasn't. That's the way that Dean saw it anyway. He grinned when he saw the type of window used in the apartment complex. It was going to be easy as pie to break in. "They really should work on installing windows with better locks." He said as he started to pick at the lock. "Come on..." He mumbled as he tried jimmying the lock a bit. He managed to get it open shortly after, not before making more noise than he would have liked to of course.

Sam probably drank more than he should at the bar and found himself in a deep sleep for the first night in weeks. The creeping paranoia, the occasional terrible nightmare that would jar him from sleep, and occasional sleepless nights had left him alone for the time being and allowed him deep sleep. They had been celebrating an interview that Sam had for the law school at Stanford. While his friends and Jess thought he was a shoe-in, he never counted on anything until it was set in stone and finalized. Always a light sleeper, Sam was woken up by the sound of a few thuds coming from a far room in his apartment. Blinking his eyes open, he waited for a moment, wondering if the noise was just his neighbors or something a bit more serious. When he heard the creak of a window open, he got out of bed as quickly as he could without disturbing Jess and began to slowly make his way from the bedroom to where he heard the noise come from. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, ready to spring and whoever or whatever had broken into his apartment.

When Lily finally came to, her mouth felt dry, her head was spinning, and when she finally blinked her eyes open, the world around her was incredibly blurry. She went to touch her face, to see if her glasses were still there, but the moment she felt a rough rope slip around her wrist, her stomach dropped. Testing the restraints on her wrists, she found them tied to a head board behind her that creaked slightly with the movement. She shifted her legs a bit and found them tied together and that her ripped up jeans had been removed. A soft noise left her as her eyes spun wildly around the room, trying to see anything, but all she could see was lit by a dim lantern on a small bedside table beside her. Movement caught her attention just outside of what she could vaguely see and she could see...and feel the dark presence of the man she assumed caught her come just up beside her. He set a chair down and sat down on it. She could feel his eyes on her, sweeping over what he could see of her. "I was wondering when you'd wake," he spoke in a low, even voice and she could feel his elbows press down onto the mattress. Lily said not a word, but just glared over at him.

Evelyn raised her brows when the older Winchester managed to make quite a bit of noise while opening the window. "Now that you've just woken up half of the apartment complex." The brunette sassed. If Sam hadn't heard them outside of the window before, he sure as hell knew someone was trying to get into his apartment now. She really wished that they would have waited until the morning to talk to Dean's brother. She wasn't opposed to breaking laws here and there but it did feel a little weird doing it to Dean's younger brother, especially being that she had never met him before. This was going to be an amazing first impression. Hi, I'm Evelyn, sorry we broke into your apartment. She thought to herself just as Dean said she was going inside first. "Wait, what?" She asked, blue eyes widening slightly.

"Get on my shoulders, Evie. I'll give you a boost." Dean said, ignoring the wide eyed expression the brunette had sent his way. "My brother's probably awake now. He won't hit a girl." He wasn't afraid of Sam hitting him or anything, and maybe it would be better if he went in first since Sam obviously knew him, but it would work either way. He hadn't anticipated making as much noise as he had just getting the damn window open, but at least his brother knew that someone was there now. He wouldn't have to wake him up or anything like that. Sam was probably running on adrenaline right now anyway, anticipating a robber or a murderer or some shit like that. He was most definitely awake. "C'mon, time's a wastin'." He waited for Evie to get on his shoulders so that he could give her a boost and she could climb through. "I'll be up in a second."

Sam paused for a moment just outside of the bedroom, pulling the door quietly to behind him. That way, he'd hear if anyone tried to get into the bedroom. He glanced around for a moment, searching for the baseball bat he kept around for instances just like this one. When he couldn't find it, he figured Jess may have moved it when she had cleaned out the apartment last. He sighed softly and turned back to where the noises were coming from. It had been a while since he had to fight at all, let alone without any weapons, but he was sure he could take on whatever was waiting for him. He'd do anything to make sure that Jess was safe from harm. His brow furrowed slightly at the sound of voices drifting from an open window in their living room and he turned, slowly stalking to the doorway that separated the room he was in from that room. Instead of going straight over to the window, he paused, pressing himself back against the wall just beside the door. Whoever they were--and he knew there was a they because he heard two distinct voices--would have to walk right by him to get anywhere else in the apartment.

Silence lingered in the room for the longest time before the man in front of Lily pulled her glasses from his pocket. "I managed to snag these before I took you here," he said, slipping the glasses back onto her face with a sort of gentleness she didn't expect from someone who seemed set on killing her. One of the lenses were broken, but she could see much clearer now. She was in a grungy room somewhere. The window was boarded up and had a thick curtain pulled over it, so she couldn't tell if it were day or night. Swallowing hard, she studied him for a moment, trying to figure out if he seemed the type of murderer to kill quickly or slowly. She noticed his eyes were tracing the wolf tattoo she had on her thigh and the half-sleeve of lilacs and lavender flowers on her right arm. "Women these days...I'll never understand why they mar themselves with these ugly tattoos," he murmured and Lily let out a soft noise of disapproval. His eyes flashed up to hers and he gave her a toothy grin. "No matter...you're pretty enough that I may keep you alive for a while. You keep quiet and I may keep you around for even longer," he said, his fingertips reaching out to trace up the side of her calf. "You'll be my little snack...for a week or so," he continued and Lily glowered at him but still said nothing.

Evelyn felt pretty damn weird breaking into Sam's apartment. She thought it was a bad idea when Dean told her they were going to do a B&E in the middle of the night, but she felt even weirder being the first one in the apartment. She figured it was a rational way to fell. Dean had told her a lot about his younger brother, but she had never actually met him before. If she had, she probably would have felt a bit more comfortable about this. If she knew nothing about the place she was breaking into it would probably be a little different. She knew that this was the younger Winchester's apartment though, so that sort of made things a little different. In her eyes it did anyway. She knew that Dean likely had no problem doing this because it was his brother's place, but things were obviously a little bit different for her. She waited by the window for the older Winchester to climb through the window. When he did, she eyed him expectingly, waiting for him to tell her the second half of his brilliant plan.

"Jesus, Ev." Dean swore when he climbed in through the window and she was literally standing right there. He was surprised to see the brunette was still standing there waiting for him. Normally, she went off and did her own thing. There were a few cases that they'd worked on together where she'd gotten a lead and gone off on her own to follow it, nearly giving him a damn heart attack because of it. He didn't know why she was acting so weird tonight though. "Come on." He said, motioning for her to follow him as he stepped away from the window. He didn't really have much of a plan from there on out, truth be told. He was just going to talk to his brother and hope that he would help them look for his dad. After hearing the EVP on that voicemail, he was certain that his dad was in trouble. He really did hope that his brother would put their differences aside and help him and Evelyn track him down. As he started to walk around the apartment and get his boundaries, he didn't realize that Sam would be waiting on just the other side of the wall.

Sam drew in a deep breath of air and held it for a moment. Maybe this was the thing he'd been fearing for weeks now, the reason he'd lost sleep. That thought was dashed when something about the deeper of two voices seemed incredibly familiar, his brow furrowed as he kept his head turned and his gaze directed at the doorway the intruders would have to walk through. As the first of the two passed through, he noted the man was moderately tall, but he could probably still take him. Without a second thought, he pushed off of the wall and tackled the figure to the ground, locking his arms around the figure's midsection and taking him to the floor. He knew it was a risk putting his back to the second person entering the apartment, but he figured he could knock the first one out fast enough before the second one would have a chance to act. Still, he risked a glance over his shoulder and was surprised when he noted the slender figure of a woman in the doorframe. Confused, he turned away and focused on pinning the first person down or rendering them unconscious so he could deal with the second.

Lily drew in a deep breath of air, hands clenched into fist as he watch the man appraise her like a prime rib on sale. There was something off about this man, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Something about him just felt different. It was a sensation she'd experienced in before, but it always quickly passed. Swallowing hard, she locked eyes with him, leveling her chin and pretending she was brave. "You're sick," she growled through gritted teeth. His eyes glinted in the lamp light, as if he knew a secret that he wasn't divulging just yet. She noted him moving toward her and reacted quickly--spitting in his face before he could do anything.

"And you've got a mouth on you. How unladylike," he replied calmly, using his sleeve to wipe the spit from his cheek. He opened the drawer of the table beside the bed and pulled out a sock and a roll of duct tape. As calmly as he spoke, he looked over at her and caressed her cheek before jamming the sock into her mouth and sealing it with a strip or two of duct tape before she could spit it out. She watched him with wide, steadily tearing eyes, feeling the brave exterior she had put on failing as crippling fear set in. This man was insane and she was going to die; she knew. He leveled his face with hers, his dark eyes wandering her features and brushing over the bruise and scrape along the top of her cheekbone. "I was going to feed from you somewhere it wouldn't hurt as much...but you've made me angry. You need to be punished," he said softly and Lily could feel his cool breath on her cheeks he was so close. Before she could register what he had said, rows of sharp teeth slid over his own and his eyes darkened considerably. He lunged quickly at the crook of her neck and the pain was blinding hot, so much so that she couldn't scream or move. All she could do was stare up at the ceiling and hope this was all over quickly.

Evelyn followed behind the older Winchester. Normally, she didn't wait before making a move herself, but this wasn't some random person's apartment. It wasn't a vic's place either. This was Sam's place. It just felt weird waltzing around the place like she owned it after breaking and entering when there was a good chance they'd be working together if Dean managed to convince him to tag along with them. Breaking and entering didn't bother her when it was to a complete stranger, but when it was only a slight stranger who happened to be the younger brother of her hunting partner, well, that was a different story entirely. She was taken from her own thoughts when she rounded the corner into the other room just as a tall figure tackled Dean to the ground. It wasn't hard to put two and two together and realize that this was the brother Dean had spent half of the car ride up to Stanford telling her about.

Dean didn't know why Evelyn was acting so weird about all of this. Breaking and entering was something they'd done on numerous occasions before, and it had never bothered her before, so what made things different now? It didn't matter too much though, so he wasn't going to say anything of it. Maybe it had something to do with it being his brother's place and that she didn't really know Sam. It mattered very little right now though. He was going to say something to her as he rounded the corner into the other room when he was caught completely off guard and tackled to the ground. He knew it was Sam instantly, and was quick to grab the upper-hand when he noticed his brother look over his shoulder at Evelyn. He quickly managed to switch their positions and grinned down at his brother as he pinned him down. "How ya doin', Sammy?"

Sam struggled against Dean for a few moments before relenting and looking up at his brother with narrowed eyes. "Dean?" He questioned, eyes slipping over his brother in the dark just to be sure it was really him. There were far too many things out there that could imitate and mimic others; he couldn't be too careful. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, brow furrowing as he stared up at his older brother. It had only been a few years, but he looked no different than the last time he saw him. He supposed that was a good thing, especially in his line of work. Sam's eyes shifted for a moment to the woman that stood in the doorway, ever as confused, before he tensed up, shifted his body, and easily--though not as easily as he would have liked--threw Dean from a top of him. He got to his feet, offering his brother a hand up, eyes darting over to the woman once more. "Better yet, why the hell did you break into my apartment? And with a chick, no less," he continued to question, not bothering to keep his distaste for the situation out of his tone.

The second time that Lily went unconscious, she was thankful for it. Not because she wanted to die, but because it gave her a reprieve from the pain. When she finally came to again, her head was spinning and she fluctuated from feeling light and heavy frequently. Her eyes cracked open to spot the man, or whatever he was, sitting beside her. He was slumped in the chair, head bowed forward, with a string of her blood dripping from his mouth. It appeared he was out cold, but she wasn't sure when or what would wake him. Her eyes connected with a bloodied pocket knife on the bedside table, feeling quite a few more wounds on her than just the one at her neck. This could be her chance if this guy was a deep sleeper. She let out a muffled noise that would have surely been loud enough to wake him, but he still didn't move. Moving quickly, she swung her hand out to see if she could grab it and it was just her luck that it was within reach. Lily made fast work of sawing the rope off of one wrist, then the other until she could finally free herself completely. She ripped the tape from her mouth, pulling the sock out of her mouth, and quickly and quietly slipped past the man, who seemingly slept like the dead.

The door to the room she was in gave way easily and it wasn't too hard to find her way to the front door. She drew in a deep breath of air, knowing this was beginning to fell all too easy and that this could all be some sort of elaborate trap, but this was her only shot at getting out of this place alive. Tentatively, she pushed open the front door, dizziness coming over her in waves as she stared out into the street. Almost immediately, she recognized her surroundings. She wasn't too far from Sam's apartment, in an abandoned house a street or two away. When she figured nothing else was going to come after her, she took off, using what little energy she had left to bolt out into the night. If she could just get to Sam's apartment, she knew she'd feel at least a little safer. Her bare feet carried her to the front door of his and Jess' apartment. By that point, she was winded, weak, and black spots were swimming in her vision. She slumped outside of his door with a soft noise, leaning back against the wall as she could feel her reopened, new wounds spilling blood once more. Her hand came to rest at the one on her neck as her other fumbled with the handle of the door, jarring and rattling it in it's frame, even with it locked. It wasn't much noise, but hopefully it was enough to grab someone's attention.

[Whoops...that was long. ::teehee:]

"For the record, this "chick" was totally against breaking into your apartment." Evelyn cut in before Dean could give any sort of an explanation as to what they were doing there. "I told him we should wait until tomorrow to come talk to you at a normal hour, but he didn't think that was necessary." She really didn't think Dean's idea was a good one. She didn't understand why they couldn't just wait until the morning to come and talk to Sam, but once the older Winchester got an idea in his head, it was hard to convince him to go with another plan. It wasn't the first time that she'd ended up giving Dean the whole I-told-you-so spiel. It had happened on numerous occasions since she started hunting with him. "I'm Evelyn, I've been hunting with your brother for a while now." She held her hand out to the younger Winchester.

Dean grabbed his brother's hand when he held it out to help him up and stood. He rolled his eyes slightly at Evelyn's words, knowing already that the brunette was going to likely give him an I-told-you-so once they got back in the Impala later on. She had a tendency to do that whenever one of his plans didn't work out as well as he hoped it would. He knew that this was kind of one of those instances. Before he could remind her that they were limited on time, he heard what sounded like the doorknob rattling. He shifted his gaze in the direction of the front door before looking to his brother with a raised eyebrow. "Do you get people trying to break into your apartment often?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer as he strode towards the front door to see who was on the other side of it. When he peered through the peephole, he didn't say anything. "That's freaking weird..." He mumbled to himself before opening the door. His eyes widened slightly when he saw a young woman, probably around his brother's age, barely conscious leaning against the wall next to the door. He noticed the blood slowly seeping through her fingers which she clearly had over a wound on her neck pretty quickly. "You're not looking so good, sweetheart." He was quick to pick her up and carry her inside, calling to his brother as he did so.

Sam eyed Dean carefully for a moment, waiting for his answers. He was sure that Dean wouldn't been too forthright about them. That was just Dean's style. His eyes slipped over to the woman as she spoke, brows lifting slightly in surprise at her response. Maybe she wasn't just Dean's fling of the week then. He nodded once as she introduced herself, giving as much of a smile as he could to someone who had entered his house uninvited, regardless if Dean was the mastermind behind it. "Sam," he said as he grasped her hand and gave it a shake. He held her eyes for a moment, trying to suss out her intentions but his thoughts were broken by Dean's comment. "Not until tonight, they haven't," he retorted sharply, giving Dean a poignant look before he glanced back over to Evelyn. Jess was bound to wake up from all the commotion in their apartment. His eyes shot over toward the front door as he heard his brother call out his name. It took him all of two seconds to realize who he was cradling and only a few more to see her cupping a wound at her neck and sporting quite a few more. They almost looked like...bitemarks. "Oh no, Lily," he murmured before all the training his dad had given him about tending wounds came rushing back to him. He busied himself in the kitchen, grabbing a lighter, a sewing kit, and a fifth of whiskey. "Put her down on the couch," he told Dean over his shoulder, tossing his brother a clean dish towel to press against her neck for the time being. "Can you help me close some of those wounds?" He asked Evelyn, glancing up to her for a moment as he tried his hardest to not look as frantic as he felt.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to someone," Lily grumbled as she buried her face into the shoulder of whoever was holding her. She didn't care at this point if this was part of a huge scheme to kill her. All she knew was the person holding her was warm and she was beginning to shiver from the cold. She pulled her head away from his shoulder as she heard Sam's voice, eyes swooping around the room wildly. "Sam," she murmured, watching him for a few moments, "I'm sorry if I've interrupted anything." Her head was still spinning and she closed her eyes to try and get a grip on things. "I just didn't know where to go...and I wasn't sure if he was going to wake up and come after me." A soft noise left her as her eyes flickered open to stare down at her bare legs, a few more bite marks littering the sides of her thighs. She glanced over to a woman in the room, not recognizing who she was at all. Her eyes slipped up to the man holding her and she watched him apprehensively as she pressed her hand a bit harder against the side of her neck. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, threatening to close, but she forced them back open, knowing passing out in a time like this would be no good.

Evelyn had a feeling that she knew what the younger Winchester thought, or at least assumed, when he first saw her. It wouldn't be the first time someone had assumed that there was something going on between her and Dean, and she was sure that it wouldn't be the last time either. She always thought it was pretty damn funny whenever anyone commented on it, he was like an older brother to her if anything, and she normally couldn't help laughing when comments or assumptions like that were made. People always assumed that when people of the opposite sex hung out with each other, there was automatically something going on between them. She honestly kind of wondered when that would pass and if it ever really would. "Again, totally his idea." She said when Dean asked if people broken into Sam's apartment often. She watched with raised eyebrows as Dean walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. She was about to ask him what he was doing when he opened the door and came back in shortly after with a blonde girl in his arms who most definitely wasn't looking good."You know her?" She asked the younger Winchester when she noticed the concern etched across his face and heard her say a name that he assumed was hers. When he asked if she could help him close up some of the wounds, which looked a whole hell of a lot like bite marks, she nodded and took one of the needles before going to work.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in Dean's chest at the blonde's words. Something told him she was quite the little spitfire when she wasn't barely hanging on to consciousness. The fact that his brother knew her registered in his head, but he didn't think now was the time to be asking any questions as he carried her over to the couch and set her down on it carefully. "Shhh...Sammy doesn't mind." He said when she started apologizing for intruding. He wasn't about to introduce himself or Evelyn, introductions could wait until later on. He gently pulled her hand away from the wound on her neck, and pressed the washcloth his brother had tossed to him moments before to it. "I'm not going to lie, this'll probably hurt like a bitch." He wasn't about to sugarcoat things for her. He knew that this probably wasn't the best thing they could do for her, taking her to the hospital would likely be for the best, but the bite marks littering her body looked a hell of a lot like vamp ones, and he really didn't feel like coming up with an excuse for them or having it be brought to the attention of the public eventually. Not until they figured out what was going on here at least. He was about to say something else when he heard someone say his brother's name from the doorway leading down the hall. A distinctly female voice.

"Yeah, well, his ideas aren't exactly always the brightest," Sam murmured, not caring if Dean heard, as he grabbed the myriad of items he'd gathered from the kitchen and made his way over to his brother and Lily. He stared down at her for a moment, feeling terribly guilty that if he'd only been more adamant about walking her to her dorm this wouldn't have happened to her. "Lily's a friend of mine...the first I had here, actually. She introduced my girlfriend to me," he explained to Evelyn as he took a lighter and heated the needle for a moment to sterilize it before cutting a length of string to suture the wounds. Close up, he was certain these were vampire bites. They bled a lot and there was a bunch of tiny puncture wounds, so they could only close up a few of the bigger ones in areas more apt to bleed and hope the others stopped bleeding soon.

"You guys need to tell me why you're here, now," he said, his tone letting them both now he wasn't in any mood for banter or beating around the bush as he looped a bit of thread through the eye of the needle. "And, when you're up to it, you need to tell us everything, Lily," he told her, meeting the girl's eyes for a moment as he knelt beside the couch. Just as he was about to ask Dean to move the dish cloth from his neck, he heard Jess' voice from the hallway. He froze for a moment, head turning in the direction of his bedroom before glancing over to Dean. "Take care of the wound on her neck. I'll explain things to Jess and see if we don't have gauze in our bathroom," he said softly. He paused for a moment, eyes shifting between Dean and Evelyn as he placed a gently hand on the latter's shoulder. "Thank you for this," he said softly, holding Evelyn's gaze for a moment before turning and walking quickly to his bedroom to fill Jess in so she wouldn't have a freak out when she saw Lily. He wasn't sure what lie he'd tell her, but he'd think one up.

Lily wrinkled her nose for a moment as she was placed on the couch, about to make a comment about not wanting to ruin it but deciding against it. She let her head fall back against the cushion as she slowly relaxed into the couch, eyes wandering the ceiling for a moment. As the man moved her hand from her neck, she listened to him speak, replying with a weak, yet wry twist of her lips. "I've had worse," she told him in a soft rasp of a voice. She swallowed hard to try and whet her throat, eyes slipping over to Sam as he spoke to her. She frowned a bit when she noticed the worry on his features, watching him closely before she glanced between the two other faces in the room. "Well...Sam, I guess I couldn't beat this crazy with my crazy," she said in a weak voice, offering him a small smile. If there was anything Lily was best at, it was dark humor, but she was sure this joke would fall flat. Before Sam could even reply, he was out of the room once more. She waited for a moment before her eyes slipped back to the ceiling. Her body didn't even have enough energy to tense up as the woman in the room stitched her up, but she let out a soft whimper or two. "You three obviously know what's going on..." She started, eying the two left in the room for a moment. "What do I tell Jess so she doesn't freak out?"

"No, they really aren't." Evelyn couldn't help agreeing with the younger Winchester's words. Dean was a damn good hunter, he was like the older brother she never had and she loved him, but sometimes his ideas were absolute shit. "If it was up to me, we would have shown up at a decent hour and there wouldn't have been any breaking and entering involved." They had gotten into much stickier situations than this because of one of the older Winchester's ideas though, so wasn't going to dwell on it anymore after that. They had other more pressing matters to take care of now anyway. She listened as Sam told her how he knew the blonde and nodded. "Well, I'm sorry she got pulled into all of this." She always thought it sucked more for the people who had no clue about the supernatural. They had a normal life until some evil son of a bitch came and either killed them or changed their life completely. "Your dad's missing." Evelyn said before Dean could get a word in edge-wise. Before she could say anything else on the matter, a female voice was heard from outside of the room.

"You've had worse than this?" Dean questioned, eyebrows raising in surprise. He wondered what could possibly be worse than this. He could tell that the bites were vampire bites. He wondered what she could have gone through that was worse than getting attacked by a vampire. He couldn't help chuckling when she tried to get his brother to lighten up and worry a little bit less about her. Bringing humor into bad situations was something that he did quite frequently too. He hated when things were too serious, tense and awkward. He knew that a lot of people found humorous comments and jokes inappropriate in serious situations, but it was how he'd learnt to deal with things sometimes. He saw a lot of shit as a hunter, if you didn't know how to laugh or smile in the life then things were going to be pretty damn shitty 24/7. "You're going to tell her that you were attacked by an animal."

Sam decided that he liked Evelyn and figured she was the voice of reason to Dean's rashness. If only she'd won out on this plan, maybe he wouldn't have been so cross with them from the beginning. He paused for a moment when he heard what Evelyn said, brow furrowing for a moment. He shook his head before disappearing into the bedroom. Somehow, he managed to convince Jess that everything was okay and there was no need for her to come and make sure Lily was alright. Maybe it was because she partied just a bit harder than he did last night. He dug through the bathroom to find some guaze and surgical tape to help protect some of Lily's open wounds.

He did a quick check to make sure the windows in the bedroom were locked tight and made his way back to the living room. He knelt beside the couch and began to cut squares of the guaze. "So, dad's missing, huh?" Sam asked, shooting a glance over to Dean before glancing over to Evelyn. He was thankful she's been honest with him as Dean probably would have beat around the bush, given how he left them. "What makes this any different than any other...prolonged hunting trip?" He glanced to Lily, knowing they may have to choose their words carefully. He knew things were serious if Dean felt the need to break into his apartment, but he didn't know how gladly he'd help Dean find his dad after they had parted.

Lily sighed heavily, eyes slipping shut for a moment before she reopened them to glance over at the man beside her. "Running the risk of sounding like a complete lunatic and probably giving too much information," she started softly, "a poltergeist pushed me off a second floor balcony at the house I lived in when I was four or five. I cracked my head open...and was pretty much awake for the whole aftermath." She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. "I...uh...don't normally tell people this...at all. Not even Sam. But...I'm a medium...and I can kinda sense people's...auras, as new-agey as that's sounds. That's how I knew something was off about the guy that attacked me and knew it was poltergeist instead of some freak accident." Her eyes flickered between the man and the woman helping her out. "I'm crazy, I know," she told them softly, a grin curling her lips.

Her eyes darted over to Sam as he stepped into the room, watching him closely for a few moments. "Jess didn't want to come check things out?" She questioned. "What'd you do? Tie her to the bed, you kinky bastard?" The flush that flooded Sam's cheeks was enough to make Lily give a victorious laugh, and she didn't dare stifle it when Sam glowered over at her. Her cheery expression fell quickly at the mention of Sam's dad missing, watching the three of them for a moment before she grasped the fifth of whiskey from the floor and took a large sip. She winced hard and read the label, shaking her head a bit. "This is ass," she murmured, but kept the bottle with her. It probably wasn't the best thing for her to drink, what with her wounds and empty stomach, but she'd had a bad enough night that she'd gladly chew anyone out who dared to comment on it.