Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor any of the characters associated with it. Evelyn is the only character that I created and own, anyone else is owned by Supernatural and its creators.

Another thing, just a heads up. I was originally writing this story with a friend (Cry-of-the-Icemark), but due to artist differences, we decided to write separate stories. So, if you notice that we are using the same name (Evelyn) don't become alarmed my fellow Hunters. We are both ok with it. Don't accuse either of us of stealing the character name, we are sharing it.

March 3rd, 1994

Evelyn lay curled up in her bed, her dirty blonde hair fanning out around her head. She stretched, yawning as she tried to force her eyes open. She heard the door openly slowly and smiled, already knowing who it was before he even spoke.

"How's my favorite little girl doing?" Bobby walked into the room, his hands hidden behind his back. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, stretching her arms up as another yawn escaped from her lips.

"Uncle Bobby!" She grinned at him, her eyes narrowing as she noticed he was hiding something. She leaned to the side, trying to see behind him. "What are you hiding?" She crawled forward, meeting Bobby at the base of the bed. He leaned down, smiling at the little girl who wanted to know so badly what he held.

"Happy Birthday, baby girl." He pulled his hands from behind his back, revealing a small brown teddy bear he had hidden there moments before. Evelyn squealed, reaching out and snatching the teddy bear from his grip. She squeezed it tight to her chest, cuddling it before turning to Bobby and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank you." She continued to hug him until she felt his hands on her waist, pushing her back gently.

"I've made chocolate chip pancakes for you downstairs, if you don't hurry up, I might eat them." Evelyn gasped, pushing herself off her bed and scampering towards the door, the teddy bear being dragged behind her.

Bobby laughed, turning to follow her out the door. He turned the corner, seeing his wife, Karen, standing in the hallway. His smile faded as he remembered the fight they had had three days before. She still wasn't talking to him, angry that he wasn't ready for a child of his own. She scowled as Bobby walked by, watching as he disappeared in the kitchen. He sat himself down at the table, watching as Evelyn devoured her pancakes, chocolate smearing across her face, the smile never leaving her lips.

She looked up, her eyes looking over his shoulder before widening with shock. Bobby's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. He pivoted in his seat, looking over his shoulder just as his wife lunged at him, knife in hand, driving the blade down towards his chest. Evelyn screamed, her fork falling to the table as her chair tumbled to the ground. Bobby yelled, grabbing at Karen's wrist and pushing her back. He looked at her in disbelief, terrified when he notices her eyes are jet black.

"Karen! What are you doing?" Karen lunged again, snarling as she brought the blade back down. Bobby ducked to the side, the blade burying itself deep into the wood of the kitchen table. Bobby grabbed for Evelyn, pulling her up into his arms as he ran from the kitchen, steering towards Evelyn's room and slamming the door shut behind him, punching the lock. Karen collided the door, a feral growl tearing from her throat as the door rattled on its hinges.

"What's happening?" Evelyn cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped for air through her sobs. "Why is Aunt Karen doing this?"

Bobby ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away one of the many tears that rolled down her face. "I don't know baby girl." He pulled her into his lap, wrapping her in his arms as he rocked her back and forth, whispering soothing words in her ear as the banging on the door continued.

For what felt like an eternity later, the rattling stopped, the house fell silent. Bobby looked up, his eyes wide with fear. "Evelyn, baby girl, I want you to listen to me." Evelyn nodded, sniffing as she wiped her hand across her nose. "I'm going to go check on Karen."

"Evelyn shook her head violently, fresh tears springing from her eyes. "You can't! You can't go out there!"

"Evelyn I need you to listen." She sniffed again, hiccupping as she tried to hold back her tears. "When I leave the room, lock the door behind me and get under the bed. No matter what you hear, don't leave this room. Don't make a sound. Don't draw any attention to yourself." Evelyn nodded again, crawling off his lap as he moved to stand up. Bobby moved towards the door, turning the handle slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Evelyn watched as he exited the room, the door closing quietly behind him. She darted forward, locking the door and scrambling back towards her bed, cramming herself under it.

The sounds of a scuffle floated towards her as she trembled under her bed, biting into the back of her hand, trying to muffle her sobs. She listened as the sounds continued, not knowing what was happening to Bobby or her Aunt. There was the sound of a door slamming and then pounding again. A cry of rage ripped through the house, the bangs on the door continuing for hours. A scream of pain rang out, followed by silence. Silence Evelyn felt would never end.

A quiet knock beat out on her door, followed by a gentle voice that was all too familiar to her. "Baby girl, you can come out now. It's safe."