Title: "Human, Interuppted.
Rated: M (for language and smut- {which will happen later later later on} )
Characters: Caroline/Dean. Elena/Sam.
Disclaimer: Ugh, I don't own The Vampire Diaries or Supernatural. There. Are you happy?

Chapter One:

The world ends on a Saturday.

It's eight o'clock in the morning when sounds of a struggle pull her from slumber. She groans in protest, immediate thoughts of 'shut the fuck up and let me sleep,' and buries her head underneath her pillows until she hears her mother scream. Her eyes fly open immediately without hesistion, and suddenly, she's not tired anymore.

She throws back her covers slowly, pulling on an tattered, oversized t-shirt, then reaches out for the baseball bat underneath her bed. She grips it tightly, raising it to rest on her shoulder as she cautiously tiptoes towards the door. "Mom?" she whispers as she steps out into the hall. "Mom, what's happening?" Normally, the smell of pancakes would rouse Caroline from her sleep and not the ear splitting squeal her mother emitted. She'd shower, dress, eat her breakfast, then head out to whatever plans she had made. But this... This was extremely unusual.

A sickening gurgle comes from the kitchen, the sound of lips smacking together, and it reminds her, she thinks, of eating spaghetti. Wiping her sweaty hands on the t-shirt, Caroline grips the bat tighter, and rounds the corner slowly, unprepared for what she was about to witness. The light streaming in from the bay window illuminates the sight before her, and she immediately recoils in horror. She tastes the bile rise up in her throat. She wants to be sick.

Her mother, the strong sheriff who's job was to protect the town, lay on the kitchen floor in a pool of her own sickly crimson blood. Her usually bright blue eyes are open, but they have lost their spark, unfocused. Gone. Leaning over the older woman, she realises, is Alex Spencer, the paper boy. His head is buried in her stomach, unravelling her intestines with savoury delight and slurping them up into his mouth full of jagged, bloodied teeth.

Catching herself before she makes a sound of grief mixed with disgust, she tiptoes back, clutching the baseball bat to her chest, until her back comes into contact with the old writing desk her mother had found at a car boot, the ornaments it displayed crashing to the floor. Alex's head snaps up, his spider-like eyes fixating on her, silently watching her like a predator would its pray. Realisation slowly dawns on his face as he recognises her as another warm body to feast on, and suddenly, he's forgotten all about Liz Forbes.

She yelps, falling back and dashing down the hall as Alex lunges for her. She slams the bedroom door shut behind her, jamming a chair under the door knob before pulling her dresser over to secure it. In a frenzied haste of fear, she whips out a backpack, shoves a few personal belongings into it, and quickly shimmies into a pair of dark wash jeans and a loose-fitting tee. Although it's the middle of summer, she slips on her coat and shoves her feet into hiking boots, then, with shaking hands, reaches out for the baseball bat from its place on her bed. On the other side of the door, Alex wails a sharp squealing sound of hunger.

As she rips open the curtains, she silently thanks whoever was up there, that she lived in a bungalow. The rest of her street seems quiet enough, but she isn't willing to take any chances. She quickly grabs her cellphone and charger(for good measure,) just as Alex hashes his way inside. Caroline yelps and throws herself over the window ledge before he can make a happy meal out of her, adjusting her backpack as she balances herself against the cool grass. She wraps her fingers around the bat, dragging it towards her, then takes off sprinting down the street. She can see Alex dragging himself towards her when she hazards a look, teeth bared, her mothers insides still dripping from his pale, sticky skin.

He's faster than she first thinks. All zombie movies seemed to portray them as slow paced creatures, but Alex, Caroline knew from school, was on the track team, and he was moving dangerously fast. Her breathing becomes erratic, and she knows she can't keep up this pace for much longer. She can feel the tears welling in her eyes, the bag she wears slamming painfully into her back.

Caroline halts her movements momentarily to turn the corner, hoping that it would confuse him, and immediately regrets her decision. She found herself in an alleyway with only one escape: the way she came in. She frantically looks for something else that she could use as a weapon besides the baseball bat. Something, heavier; more lethal. But she comes up short, her earlier hopes dashed when Alex stops short and charges towards her. She poises herself into a standard swinging posistion, remembering the baseball game she went to with her father back when she was nine, and raises the bat behind her head.

She wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Cover your ears!" She suddenly hears someone shout, and without hesitation, she listens and drops the bat, dropping into a crouching posistion; She had nothing else left to lose. A loud bang resonates through the alleyway, and even with her hands pressed firmly to the sides of her head, she still hears it. Then, she feels a hand clasp around her forearm, and she begins to panic, thrashing against their hold, just waiting for stained teeth to sink into her flesh. Only it doesn't come.

"Hey, lady!" The same voice that ordered her to cover her ears says suddenly. "I just saved your life and this is how you repay me?"

Human, Caroline thinks, eyes snapping open. Someone who doesn't want to eat me. She meets the eyes of the man holding her, catching her breath at the confident smile he flashes at her, unable to keep her own from him. She feels him chuckle softly, and lets him pull her into a standing posistion, noticing the way he never lets her go. Her eyes land on his hands gripping her waist, then back up to his face. On the floor, Alex Spencer's- she's pretty sure she needs to stop referring to him as Alex- head lay seperate from his body, the contents of his throat scattered across the concrete. Caroline looks at the scene with disgust and says a short prayer for him.

"Dean!" Another male voice shouts. "Everybody's waking up to zombies, man. We gotta go!"

Caroline's eyes widen in panic at the thought of him leaving her, but it wasn't because she was a scared little girly girl, she just wanted the company, figuring it wasn't exactly the best time to brave this whole new world alone. Her mom had been torn to shreds, and she didn't know if her friends were even still alive. In short, this stranger was all she had. His dazzling green eyes flicker back to her, and he smiles again. "Have you..." He begins, uncertain. "Are you..."

Caroline shakes her head, intuitvely knowing what he was trying to ask. "I don't have anyone." She says softly, reaching down to retrieve her baseball bat. Dean watches as she grips it tight, holding it protectively against her chest, and just knows that he can't leave her. He turns to the other male boucning on the balls of his feet at the entrance of the alley, and raises his eyebrows specutively. Caroline feels her heart pick up pace as he nods softly in consent.

"Looks like you're stuck with us, then." He shrugged, saying it as if it were a bad thing. He holds out his hand for Caroline to take, and she doesn't hesitate.

"Run." Is all she hears before the wind races past her.

This is the first zombie fanfiction I've ever tried to write, and I wanted it to be different from all the others that I've read(fingers crossed that I can do it.)

If you like it enough to drop a review, I think I'll actually love you forever.

Au Revior, xo