A/N: So! First iZombie fic! I hope I do okay...

Also, there are scenes from certain Spn episodes in here, though they aren't verbatim because I was too lazy to look up the episodes on my DVDs and watch them. I also made up a few scenes, or just remade a few in some way.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the madness of what I'm sure will come to be a bit of a crackfic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, iZombie, or any of the characters within.

Dean drove down the highway at his normal 70 miles-per-hour while Sam tried not to feel like his brain was being scrambled. More than ten years of traveling with his brother, and he still wasn't used to the too-fast speeds. The too-fast speeds that could get them pulled over or even killed, not that Dean cared about something like that.

"So what is it we're looking at again?" Dean asked casually, glancing at his brother.

Sam shook his head. "I'm not completely sure. There's been fifty or more deaths and disappearances in Seattle, starting somewhere around a year ago. Homeless kids have been disappearing off the streets, and only a few ever resurface again. Dead, usually with their brains missing."

"And we've never gone to investigate this thing before, why exactly?"

Sam picked up the Seattle newspaper he had tucked under his leg and started flipping through it. "It's only been recently that the bodies started showing up brainless."

Dean nodded, darkened gaze settled on the road. "Like somebody's getting sloppy."

"Exactly." Sam settled on a back page of the newspaper. "The first major event of any kind in Seattle was a boat disaster on a lake about nine months ago."

"What? It sink?"

"Yeah, but according to the remaining eyewitnesses, everyone who'd been drinking that energy drink, Max Rager, suddenly went nuts. Most of the passengers died, leaving only about a dozen alive. Minutes later, the boat sank."

"Geez. I've heard rumors and seen stories on the news about how Max Rager can make people violent, but bad enough to sink a boat?" Dean glanced at Sam, then down at the unopened Max Rager drink lying on the seat beside him. "No more Max Rager for me then, huh? I get the feeling I'm violent enough on my own without an energy drink's help."

Sam huffed a laugh. "Yeah, I know the feeling." Then his eyes narrowed, and he stared at the paper in disbelief. "Dude."

"Yeah, Sam?" When Dean didn't get an answer, he glanced to the side and asked again. "Sam?"

"Uh, yeah. It's just, uh, the people that have been going missing lately aren't just homeless kids anymore. Mainly it's people without friends or family."

"People that won't be missed," Dean continued. "What about them?"

"The third name on this list, Dean. I didn't see it before. And this is yesterday's paper. As of the day before yesterday, Becky Rosen is missing."

"What?! Becky Rosen, chick-who-drugged-you-into-marrying-her-and-hogtied-you-to-a-bed? That Becky?"

Sam just looked at his brother. "Yeah. You alright?"

"Oh, yeah, why wouldn't I be? Your megafan-slash-stalker is missing in Seattle, a city that- for all we know- is infested with zombies!" Dean took a breath. "This feels bad, Sammy."

Sam stared emotionlessly out the window. "Yeah, I know that feeling too."

*** I am...a-u-already deaad *** SUPERNATURAL(complete with weird creepy sounds) ***