The year is 2014. The Croaton virus has spread over all seven continents. Our story takes place in Cape Charles, Virginia where a group of 150 survivors have set up camp. Named Camp Freewill; their fearless leader is none other than Dean Winchester, with Sam Winchester as his second in command.
It was noon. The sun shining at it's brightest. Chloe was in the middle of teaching the school age children their times tables when a bell went off, code purple to be exact. Code purple meant their fearless leader had been badly wounded. Following protocol Chloe sent her students back to their parents where they are to wait in their respective camp grounds until advised other wise. After checking that each child was safe she made her way over to the medical building that was sent up. When any code was made all persons whom received medical training prior to the virus where to report there immediately. While heading inside Chloe met up with her best friend Mia of twelve years. They were both at college when the virus struck.
"Mia what happen? Is it really a code purple?" asked Chloe.
"I'm afraid so Chlo, they were on a routine supply run when apparently 15 Croats attacked them by surpise." replied Mia.
Before Chloe could say another word Sam came out. Whenever Sam or Dean spoke everyone silenced.
"Listen up" he bellowed, "My brother Dean was gravely injured today and since Dr. Fox died last week we have no one who knows how to care for his wounds. Does anyone here have any medical knowledge when it comes to trauma?"
"Chlo! You were an EMT in college, go help." whispered Mia.
"Mia it's been forever since I took care of someone! What if I kill him?" Chloe
whispered back harshly.
"He's our leader Chlo, you gotta help him. Please?" asked Mia with her big blue eyes.
"Ugh, fuck! Fine." exclaimed Chloe.
Stepping up to Sam, Chloe said "Uhm hey…Before you know the whole end of the world stuff started happening I was an EMT. I don't know if I can do much but I'm willing to try."
"Oh thank god, please come inside." replied Sam, gesturing to one of the rooms.
Once inside Chloe couldn't help the gasp that escaped her when she looked down at their fearless leader. He had cuts and bruises all around his face, arms and legs. His shoulder was obviously dislocated and his breathing was altered.
Taking a deep breath Chloe began to shout out orders, "I need alcohol, lots of gauze, a thread and needle, and some morphine in a needle if you got any. I can help him but it's gunna hurt."
"We have all of that but morphine" replied Sam as he ordered two men to get the rest of what Chloe ordered.
"Well do you have any whiskey? Cause he's gunna need it" replied Chloe.
Sam simply nodded as he reached above her in a cabinet.
"Good" said Chloe "Now Sam I'm going to need you to pop his shoulder when I say so okay?"
Again he answered her with a nod.
Gently sitting on the edge of the bed, Chloe began to tenderly brush her fingers over Dean's face causing him to moan a bit.
"Hey there fearless leader" began Chloe, "I'm Chloe. I'm gunna help you alright? But if you can I'm going to need you to sit up a bit so that I can cut your shit open and access the damage."
Grunting Dean did as she asked slowly shifting forward. Grabbing a knife that was tucked away in the front pocket of his jeans Chloe cut opened his shirt holding in a surprised gasp. Although he was covered in now dry blood, she couldn't help but blush as she looked over his well built body. As she began to clean his wounds she attempted to distract him so that Sam could pop his shoulder back into place.
"So uhm Mr. Fearless leader sir" started off Chloe but was cut off when he grunted
"Dean, call me Dean. I mean I am half naked in front of you. No need for formalities."
Giggling Chloe continued "Well then Dean, mind telling me what happened?"
Sighing Dean replied "It was just a routine supply run ya know? We were in the Wal-
Mart and then suddenly 15 Croats came out of-AHHH!"
"What the fuck?" yelled Dean to Sam. While telling his story, Chloe gave the OK to Sam to pop Dean's shoulder back into place.
Glaring at them both Dean continued on "AS I WAS SAYING, they came out of nowhere and ambushed us. There was only five of us so I guess I'm kind of lucky in a way."
"Yes you are Dean, very lucky" replied Chloe, "Now Dean. I have to start stitching you up and since we don't have any morphine I'm going to warn you, this WILL hurt."
"I can take it." replied Dean.
Rolling her eyes Chloe continued "Alright but if you need to hold my hand, or something you can."
Dean simply chuckled.
The first few stitches were minor so the pain hadn't affected Dean as much. It was the last two, both on his shoulder that caused Dean to latch on to her thigh.
Chloe simply giggle in response while Dean replied "Tell no one." Chloe nodded in with a smirk in place.
As she stitched him up they spoke about everything: favorite movies, food, music etc. Turns out they had more than a few things in common. Once she was done, she hopped off the bed and began to put away the supplies. As she attempted to leave quietly because it looked as if Dean was asleep, he startled her in more ways than one.
"Go out with me." asked Dean.
"Huh." replied Chloe.
"I said go out with me, like on a date." repeated Dean.
"Listen Dean, I get it. I helped you and you feel in debt to me but honestly it was nothing. I'm not even your type aright Dean? Tomorrow you'll forget about me and go back to Liz or one of the other girls you 'hang out' with k? Bye Dean." Chloe replied as she exited the room.
To be honest she really wasn't his type. She was tan, 5'6 and borderline chubby. She had long brunette curly/wavy hair, light-brown eyes and glasses. She had decent breasts and a ridiculously large ass. She was nothing like Liz, who was blonde, 5'9, green-eyed and was a Victoria Secret Angel before all of this happened.
Once she left the room Sam came up to her asking how Dean was. She replied with a polite "He'll live." and excused herself home. She shared a cabin with Mia and once inside she was bombarded with questions. Finally after a two-hour interrogation by Mia she was allowed rest.
As she drifted off she couldn't help but think to herself how much she wished she could be with Dean. "I'm not his type." Chloe said to herself, "Not even by a long shot."
