Reach out and Touch Someone

ooc: Goes hand in hand with this prompt. Evie is a_badapple. Co-Written with Mun.

Evie wasn't sure how she had ended up in the town she was in. At least not much beyond the part where she pulled off the highway for lunch and ended up there. She had looked around the town and decided it wouldn't be a bad place to duck down in for a few weeks. She needed to earn some extra cash, especially if she wanted to avoid asking her family for anything.

So she found herself work at a nearby gas station and roughed it out in her car. No, it wasn't a dream, but it worked.

And it had been a long, draining day at the gas station. She had started to take her car somewhere to park for the night and get some sleep, but decided she really didn't want to. She was suddenly itching to be out. Maybe something would strike this time around. She had been letting herself be open to meeting a guy in the towns she stopped through, but there really hadn't been one that felt right. It wasn't exactly easy for her. What with the fact that she hadn't had sex in almost three years, and she could hardly remember sex sober. At least...she didn't think she'd had sex in the years since Dougie's death. Some of those days were blurred pretty badly in her head.


Sam watched her a moment after Castiel had pointed her out, and then he smile and walked over to the blonde at the jukebox. Castiel had said she had a good soul, and that alone made him curious. "So, it there anything in there sung by someone not wearing a mullet?" he asked, giving her a small smile.

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