[The part that galls her is that it was all preventable.
She should have set more traps, should have placed more wards, should have assumed the worst, should have, should have, should have. Should have known and planned and prepared. Had she taken more precautions than those recommended by Crowley and Sam this all could have been avoided, she would be safe asleep, not quietly shivering in her nightie while Dean breathes and takes and tastes, sampling her like some kind of buffet chaud.
Evelyn inhales sharply as his arm curls around her waist, his hand slides down her thigh to her knee and hitches it closer. What scares her is not the threat of physical violence, what scares her is being paralysed by his touch because she has but two lives remaining. What would it be to risk another when she's lost one so recently? Whom would it serve to jerk out of his grasp and scramble for her communicator several yards away?
The likelihood of him dragging her back kicking and screaming is so very high - he would silence her in seconds, thrashing and no closer to escaping unscathed.
Having told so many people that she was perfectly capable of handling herself Evelyn's stomach roils at the concern her friends had displayed about her well-being, the finger left at her door. Will and Sam were overprotective.
Perhaps they were right to be.]
I don't make a habit out of this, you know,
[she breathes shakily, as if trying to convince herself of the fact. Wanting warm sheets in a different way, with a different person.]
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She should have set more traps, should have placed more wards, should have assumed the worst, should have, should have, should have. Should have known and planned and prepared. Had she taken more precautions than those recommended by Crowley and Sam this all could have been avoided, she would be safe asleep, not quietly shivering in her nightie while Dean breathes and takes and tastes, sampling her like some kind of buffet chaud.
Evelyn inhales sharply as his arm curls around her waist, his hand slides down her thigh to her knee and hitches it closer. What scares her is not the threat of physical violence, what scares her is being paralysed by his touch because she has but two lives remaining. What would it be to risk another when she's lost one so recently? Whom would it serve to jerk out of his grasp and scramble for her communicator several yards away?
The likelihood of him dragging her back kicking and screaming is so very high - he would silence her in seconds, thrashing and no closer to escaping unscathed.
Having told so many people that she was perfectly capable of handling herself Evelyn's stomach roils at the concern her friends had displayed about her well-being, the finger left at her door. Will and Sam were overprotective.
Perhaps they were right to be.]
I don't make a habit out of this, you know,
[she breathes shakily, as if trying to convince herself of the fact. Wanting warm sheets in a different way, with a different person.]
Lying down with strange men.