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  Zombie Apocalypse

  The Final Destruction

  Amelia Esla

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  Supernatural Fantasy Book 2

  Contents

  Title Page

  Supernatural Fantasy Book 2

  1- I Gotta Feeling

  2- Can't Pull the Trigger

  3- SOLD! (to thee highest bidder)

  4- Her Very Soul Breaks Loose

  5- New Plan

  6- Never Gonna Give You Up

  7- Bad Ideas

  8- Bitten

  9- Death Becomes Her

  10- Bobby

  11- Family Road Trip

  12- Blood

  13- Ruby

  14- Time is Up

  15- I'm Goin' Down

  16- Hell

  17- Friends With Angels

  18- Fallen

  19- Grace

  20- Freedom

  21- War

  22- We Meet Again (Sorta)

  23- Castiel

  24- Sam

  25- Dean

  26- Epilogue

  1- I Gotta Feeling

  Fuck... Was all that went through Sam's head. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He was pulling at the ropes binding his arms, but he was no longer thinking clearly. Two of the zombies were getting up, now, and the third one was crawling towards Sam.

  Come on, Sam, think. Sam knew he was running out of time. He had to get free, and figure out a plan. He had little time to kill three zombies with nothing but a chair and some rope before they bit him or the other guy. Jake...

  "Jake!" Sam called out, keeping his eyes on the zombies. "Jake, right? You awake? I could really use your help."

  At first he thought the guy was still unconscious, but then he replied, "What's the point. Only one of us is makin' it out of this hellhole, anyway. If you get outta that chair, you're gonna have to kill me."

  The rope was almost off his wrists, which was good, because the crawling zombie was almost at his feet. The other two were making their way to Jake. "It doesn't have to be like that," Sam argued. "We can kill these zombies an-and we can get out of here. My- my brother will have realized I was gone, and he'll find us..." He wasn't sure how far these demons had taken him, but he prayed that Dean would find him soon.

  Jake laughed. Actually laughed. He's about to die, and he's laughing at me? "Your brother ain't coming, man."

  Just as the crawling zombie was reaching out for his leg, he managed to pull the rope off. He swatted the zombie's hand, and then quickly untied his right leg. He kicked it back while untying his other leg. "Come on, Jake. You can do this! Get yourself untied."

  Once he was free, he ran past the zombie on the floor, and grabbed the one attacking Jake. It was...used to be... a woman, but her skin was greying and her left eye was removed. Just the smell alone made Sam want to vomit, and feeling her dead flesh against his fingertips as he threw her back did not help.

  The third zombie turned its attention to Sam, now. It grabbed his shoulder with surprising strength, digging its overgrown nails through his jacket and into his skin.

  "Argh!" Sam cried out in pain. He tried to throw it off of him, but the crawling zombie had now reached him, and threatened to knock him off balance by grabbing at his ankles.

  Please, God... where is Dean?

  ...

  God, damn it! Where is Sam?

  Dean and Megan were in the car, with Dean behind the wheel. They left in a hurry, not even packing everything up. Dean only had one thing on his mind: find Sam.

  They stopped at every building they came across, every single one, and frantically searched for any sign of Sam or the demon bastard who took him. So far, they had come up empty handed.

  Megan knew that this search was a vain attempt. The demons could have taken him anywhere- who knows how much of a head start they had? Megan knew this- but she didn't know if Dean did. He probably didn't care. He didn't care how stupid his plan was, as long as he had one.

  Megan closed her eyes and focused. Where could Sam be? She thought about all the buildings they'd passed on the drive to the hotel. She couldn't help but feel that it didn't matter. There were no people- no humans out there. Not very many, anyway. The demon wouldn't have to be strategic about where they brought him. They could bring him into a town square, and it wouldn't matter. They could literally be anywhere.

  Oh, Sam, Megan imagined him tied up somewhere, being tortured or God knows what else. She could imagine him, waiting for her and his brother to come for him, not knowing that was basically impossible.

  Suddenly, Megan heard a faint ringing noise. It was like a dog whistle or a high-pitched scream, and it kept getting progressively louder. She brought her hands to her ears. "Ah! What is that noise?"

  Dean looked back and forth between Megan and the road. "What noise? Megan? Are you okay?"

  Megan bent forward, bringing her head down to her knees. Her eyes were still closed, but she could see. Not what was in front of her, though; she could see Sam. But what's more- she could feel him.

  He was being attacked by two zombies, but he was holding them off for now. There was another man there, struggling to untie the ropes holding him to his chair. She could feel the grip of the zombies on his body' she could smell the dead flesh and taste the blood.

  The vision changed, and she could now see a house. It was old and abandoned, but she knew it was where Sam was being held. The house was a light blue colored one story building with boarded up windows. It was on the corner- and from the sign, she could read one street name.

  "Hillside. Hillside Avenue- that's where he is," Megan opened her eyes at looked at Dean, who was staring at her, bewilderingly.

  "What? What are you talking about-? Megan, how could you possibly kn-"

  "I don't know. I just... I know he's there," Megan admitted. "I can feel him. He's there. I-in a blue house on the corner." She didn't know how else to explain it.

  Dean thought about Sam's powers, and wondered for a moment if they had stumbled upon one of the other "special children" of the yellow-eyed demon. But if Megan was like Sam, then why hadn't he taken her, too? "Megan, are you okay? Does it hurt? Your head, I mean, does it hurt?"

  Megan shook her head. "No, no. I mean, I heard a really high-pitched ringing... but it didn't hurt. Dean, I know where your brother is. We have to find him."

  Dean slammed his hands onto the steering wheel in frustration. He wanted to find Sam, too, but he wasn't ready to just accept what Megan was telling him. "I don't know where that street is, Megan! And quite frankly, you're scaring me! I mean, how could you possibly know-"

  "Dean! It's right here! Stop the car!"

  As suspicious as he was, Dean slammed on the brakes, and the car came to an abrupt stop. His eyes followed Megan's finger to the street sign. "Hillside Avenue."

  "Well, shit," Dean gripped the steering wheel. He'd worry about Megan later- right now they were going to get his brother back.

  2- Can't Pull the Trigger

  Sam thought he was a goner. He was sure that this was the end. He was going to die in an empty room, trying to save a man who wouldn't even try to undo his own bindings. I should've just left him, Sam thought, in hindsight. I should have just made a run for it.But he knew that he would never have done that. He would have never left this guy to die the horrible death he was about to face.

  He thought about Dean. His brothers eyes full of life, his enigmatic smile. And then he thought about Dean, finding him, much too late, in this room. He imagined his zombified body, his rotting flesh and bloody teeth. Dean would have to find him like that. He w
ould have to shoot him- one bullet to the brain, to make sure Sam didn't kill anyone unlucky enough to come across him. But Dean wouldn't do that. Sam wasn't sure what Dean would do.

  But Dean had Megan, now. He wouldn't be alone. His big brother would be alright.

  Sam didn't notice right away that Jake had, in fact, ripped off his bindings. When he saw Sam break free, he began tugging and pulling at the rope on his wrists, and in the time it took from Sam to save his ass, and subsequently get attacked himself, Jake managed to free himself.

  He leaped forward out of his chair and into Sam. The two of them and the zombie attacking Sam collapsed onto the crawling zombie. Sam felt his elbow dig into it's flesh, and once again he thought about puking. The force of Jake running into them stunned the zombies momentarily, and Sam took the opportunity to reach for Jake's chair. He grabbed the leg of it and swung it at the nearest undead bastard. He managed to knock it in the jaw, but it was still alive.

  For a moment, Sam allowed himself to believe that he would make it out of here alive.

  Jake crawled on top of one laying on the floor. He punched it over and over, bloodying his fists and arms.

  Sam knelt beside the zombie, and held the chair above his head, ready to bash its brains in with it, when the third zombie came at him. It grabbed onto his shirt and dug it's teeth into his shoulder. Sam cried out in pain, letting the chair fall out of his grasp. He could feel his heartbeat racing, and the blood pouring out of his shoulder, dripping down his shirt.

  He vaguely felt Jake pull the zombie off of him, and heard the sound of the chair cracking open its skull. Sam clutched at his shoulder, trying to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. It was doing him no good, though. The blood kept coming, pooling onto the floor as he slumped forward, and Sam felt the world around him begin to fade.

  Jake took care of the last zombie before examining Sam from a distance. It was clear that he was bit, and if he was bit he was a dead man. He knew he had won. The yellow-eyed man said that only one could survive, and Sam was going to die shortly. He wouldn't even have to kill him, like he had the other children. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that what he had done was wrong. But this was a different time. This was the end of times, and the rules had changed. It was about survival, now. And damn it, he was going to survive.

  He left Sam for dead, and went to the door. He turned the handle, but it was locked. He pushed on the door, trying to force it to move, but he knew it was useless. He could not leave until Sam was dead. The yellow-eyed man would not allow it.

  Jake grabbed the bloody chair, and suppressed the tiny voice telling him to stop. He's dead already. It's only a matter of time. All I am doing is stopping the monster before he becomes one.

  He raised the chair into the air, but before he could strike, a bullet shattered the window and pierced the wall behind him. A spit second later, a man jumped through the hole where the window was, and into the glass. He held up his gun straight at his head, and Jake was sure he was going to shoot him right there. Instead, his eyes dropped to Sam, who was right below him. Almost immediately the man's face fell, and his grip on the gun loosened.

  Behind him, a woman crawled through the opening. "Oh my God..." She gasped, taking in the scene. Her eyes connected with Jake's, and then fell to Sam just like the mans. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out of it.

  The man finally flicked his gaze back at Jake, his eyes now filled with rage. Jake recognized the look, and knew instantly what the man was going to do. He dropped the chair and turned to run, but he never got the chance. He heard the gunshot before he felt it.

  …

  Dean fell to his knees beside his brother. He didn't see the bodies on the floor. He didn't notice Megan standing behind him. He didn't think about the person he just killed, who was just a person. All he could see was Sam. "Sam! Sammy, what happened?" He dropped his gun and held Sam's face in his hands, latching himself onto his brother. He gently brushed his long brown hair out of his eyes, trying to get his attention. Sam wasn't responding, but his eyes connected with his brothers. Dean knew there was a lot of blood. He could feel it. He could smell it. He could see it. But he couldn't tell where it was coming from.

  He patted Sam down, feeling the warm, sticky blood on his clothes and skin, until he felt it- his shoulder. "Sammy, can you hear me? Sammy, please, answer me!" Dean tore off Sam's jacket frantically and pulled his shirt down over his shoulder to expose the injury. No... no, it can't be.

  He recognized the bite mark for what it was. He knew what that meant. Sam was bitten, and there was no stopping what was next.

  He felt Sam's body shake beneath his hands. "It's alright, Sammy. It's okay, do you hear me?" Dean felt tears fall from his cheeks, but did nothing to stop them. "The-the bite isn't that bad, okay? I-I can fix it back at the hotel. You just gotta stick it out until then, alright?"

  Sam's eyes were no longer looking at his big brother. They were hazy and staring off at nothing. His breathing was uneven, and Dean was afraid that it would stop suddenly. "Sammy, please," He whispered, wrapping his arms protectively around his brother. His baby brother, who he was supposed to protect. From everything. He was supposed to watch out for Sammy. He was supposed to save him. But he had failed.

  He felt Sam go limp underneath him, and Dean knew his worst nightmare had come true. He pulled himself away, literally having to peel himself off his brother from all the blood. "Sammy?" His brothers eyes were closed, and he wasn't breathing. Dean gripped tighter onto his shirt. "SAM!"

  Behind him, Megan stood still. Her face was moist from crying as she watched the Winchesters. As soon as she walked into the room, she knew Sam was bit. There were so many bodies. She watched silently as Dean shot the man with the chair.

  She watched as Dean clung to Sam, and cried openly onto his shoulder. She wondered if Dean was even aware that she was there. She would have let him grieve in peace, but there was something more urgent, first.

  Megan knelt beside him and put her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "Dean?" She whispered.

  Dean looked up with red eyes, and Megan would've given anything to fix this.

  "Dean, I am so...so sorry," Her voice caught when she glanced at Sam's lifeless body. "Dean. He was bit. He's... he's going to turn."

  Dean's eyes, which were usually filled with a myriad of different unreadable emotions all at once, were just sad. He nodded, slightly, acknowledging Megan's words. Without fully letting go of his brother, Dean stood, and so did Megan. "We're taking him back to the hotel."

  Megan's eyes widened. "What? Dean..."

  Dean shook his head before she could continue. "Don't argue with me. Not now." His voice was so broken, Megan couldn't help but accept.

  "Okay, Dean... okay..."

  …

  Sam's body was laid out on the hotel bed.

  Dean sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs beside the bed, and stared at him. His gaze never left his brother, even when Megan was in the room.

  Megan was worried about Dean. She was deeply hurt by what happened to Sam, and she could only imagine how much worse it must have been for Dean. She recalled her conversation with Sam, where he told her about their dad. Dean had lost so many people, and she mourned for him. She knew Dean needed time, but he couldn't have it. It was only a matter of time before Sam woke up...except it wouldn't be Sam. It would be a thoughtless, remorseless monster that didn't care about anything except killing and eating. She didn't want Dean to be there for that.

  "Dean, I know that you're-"

  "No, you don't." Dean spoke evenly. "You don't know anything about me, right now, okay? Can you just leave, please?"

  Megan's heart broke just a little bit more, but she didn't let up. "Dean, I'm sorry. You're right, I don't know what you are going through. But you and I both know what's going to happen... and I... I need to make sure it doesn't." The thought of taking that responsibility into her own hands was almost unbearable, but she knew she had to. Dean would never do it.
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  "I said, LEAVE!" Dean yelled, making Megan flinch. He didn't look up, but he heard her footsteps fade away, and the door close, gently.

  When he knew she was gone, Dean put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Sammy... I'm so sorry."

  He didn't know how long he sat there like that, apologizing over and over to someone who wouldn't hear him. "This should have never happened. I... I was supposed to protect you, and I failed." He gulped down the raging emotions he felt. "I guess that's what I do, huh? I let down everyone that I love..."

  He let his words hang in the air. Sam would never hear those words. He would never hear Dean again.

  Dean could hear his fathers voice in his head. Since he had died, he had heard it a lot. But now it was much worse. What did I tell you, huh Dean? Watch out for Sammy. That was your job! Your one job, and you screwed it up! All you were good for was protecting him, and now what are you gonna do? Huh? What are you gonna do?

  Dean stood, suddenly, casting a quick glance at Sam before rushing out the door. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to do his job.

  …

  Megan sat in the hallway and cried.

  She cried silently for Sam. For Dean. For everyone still alive in this screwed up world. She cried until she couldn't anymore. Then she just sat with her knees close to her chest, her head resting on her knees, and waited.

  She waited for Dean to come out. Or for a scream signifying the inevitable. Or a gunshot meaning it was over.

  When Dean did come out, however, he did not seem to see her. He practically ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "Dean?" He didn't respond. He pushed through the front doors and disappeared. Megan stood up warily and followed him. Before she even reached the doors, she heard the car engine start. She got outside just in time to watch him drive away without even looking back.

  Megan knew rationally that Dean just needed space. He just needed some time to himself to let out his anger and frustration and sorrow. Megan knew she needed that too, but something in the back of her mind told her he wasn't coming back.