The Undead

DISCLAIMER FOR ALL THE CHAPTERS: I don't nor will ever own Supernatural.

Chapter 1

Dean jiggled the antena on the staticy television set.

'Sam! Come over here and fix this will ya?' Dean called over to Sam who was sitting at the table in the kitchen.

Sam looked up from his Agebra homework and rolled his eyes. 'I'm busy! Don't you have anything better to do?'

'Yeah, beat the crap outta you if you don't fix this little brother.' Dean smirked.

Sam groaned and got up from the table. 'Thata boy, Sam.' Dean said smiling. Sam kneeled down to look at the television. 'Gee, for an 18 year old, I'd figure you'd know how to do a simple task for yourself.' Sam mumbled. His remarked was followed by a pillow sent into his head. 'Dean!' Sam yelled throwing the pillow back at him. 'What, Sam? God you're filled with joy at the end of the day aren't you?' Sam walked over to Dean and sat down on the couch. 'Don't you think Dad should have been back by now?' He said sighing.

'You know, for a 14 year old, you sure do worry a lot.' Dean said leaning back into the tattered couch.

'Well apparently, I'm worrying for the both of us. Dad didn't even tell us he was leaving. Or what he was fighting. He could be hurt.'

'Sam, if Dad's hurt. Well...we'll know. Somehow.' Dean was quiet after he contemplated his choice of words to Sam. He got up and hit him in the back of his head. 'Ow, what was that for?' Sam yelled getting up too.

'Now I'm gunna start worrying. What's the matter with you? Do your homework.'

Sam walked over to the table and grabbed his books and backpack.

'Where are you going?' Dean asked taking out a beer from the refridgerator.

'To Molly's house. Do you mind?'

'Yes, of course I do. You can't go out now. It's late.'

Sam looked at the clock. 'It's 6:30 Dean. No need to worry. I won't be out late daddy.'

'Dad has rules, Sam. Even if he's not here. You need to follow them.'

'Do you always follow Dads rules? He's not even here half the time to inforce them.'

And with that Sam slammed the door shut. As he walked down the dirt path he turned to look at their rundown home. The grass was dead the screen windows were torn and the paint was peeling. The house looked as wonderful on the outside as it did on the inside. Sam shook his head. He didn't expect to stay there more than a year anyways. Dean even had his bags packed up waiting to just up and leave there anyday.

Sam made his way down the street to Molly's house. Molly had been the only one to first come up and introduce herself when Sam and Dean first came to their school in Montana. She was just as tall as Sam was almost taller. She had short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Sam could stare at them forever but he always told Dean that they were just friends. At least until Molly chose otherwise. Molly didn't know about what the Winchesters did for a living, and Sam didn't intend to tell her anytime soon. Although he would have liked to at some points, he could never work up the courage to tell her something to ruin their friendship.

As Sam went up the driveway to enter the luxourious house Molly met up with him grabbing his wrist. 'Hey!' she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

'Hey, what's up?' Sam said blushing a little.

'Not to much. Bring your schoolwork everywhere with you?' She chuckled pointing to his backpack.

Sam looked down. 'Well, I couldn't get anywork done with Dean hanging around the house with nothing to do. You know how he gets.'

Molly laughed, 'Of course. But..uh, let's go somewhere else. Like the Burger Shop or something.'

'Your parents don't want me in or something?' Sam said giving her a sly smile.

'No, no!' She said smiling. 'It's just..uh, our house is such a wreck. My parents had a party and it's trashed. Like a high school party or something.'

Sam smiled, 'Alright. My treat.' He said extending his arm for her to loop hers around as they made their way to the Burger Shop.

Meanwhile, Dean was back at home flipping through the channels with his third beer bottle in his hand. Without Sam around, he had nothing to do and no one to bother. He flipped the television off and wobbled his way up the stairs to the shower. Dean turned the shower on and looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes clearly showed in itself that he was drinking. It was a good thing their dad wasn't home, or he'd get a mouthful from him. He got into the shower and washed himself quickly and got out.

Dean was just finishing dressing himself when he heard the door slam shut. 'Sammy, that better be you.' Dean said to himself rushing down the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he looked around and saw nobody. Suddenly, his hunting instincts kicked in. He could feel a presance behind him but before he could react, whoever it was came behind him and threw him to the ground. Dean jumped up and took a couple of swings at the shadow but it blocked each one and shoved Dean back onto the ground. The figure lifted its boot and shoved it onto Deans chest. Dean looked up and looked into the eyes of the figure.

'Dad?' Dean said looking up to the amused face of his father.

'Getting a little rusty while I'm gone there, son?' John said helping him up.

'No sir, I was just-'

'Just drunk right?' John said holding up the empty bottles that Dean had consumed. Dean put his head down and looked at his feet.

'Dean, if I put you in charge, I'm putting you in charge of watching Sammy and keeping people from asking questions. Not drinking all the booze you can find in the house! How many times has this been already?' Asked John bringing up the other times he had come home to a passed out Dean. Dean looked up trying to recall how many times it had actually happened.

'Too many.' John stated. 'Let's not let it happen again. That's an order.'

Dean nodded. 'Yes sir.'

John looked around the house. 'Where's Sam?' He asked with his eyebrows raised.

Dean took a deep breath. One more thing for his dad to get angry about. 'He went to Molly's house.'

John's face contorted into a stern look. 'Dammit Dean! Did you do a thing I asked you to do?'

Dean shrugged. John grabbed the keys to the Impala and walked towards the door. 'These are being confiscated until I say so. Let's go.' Dean's eyes widened as he followed John out the door and grabbed his leather jacket.

John was quiet the whole way to Molly's house and Dean simply looked out the window and scarcly made a sound. He even tried to keep himself from breathing to loud as if it would remind his dad that he was still in the car. The Impala finally pulled up to the large house and John parked the car. Dean looked at him quietly.

'Well. Go get him.' John said sternly. Dean got out of the car and huffed. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.

'Please don't be Josh. Please don't be Josh.' He whispered to himself as the door opened revealing Josh, Molly's older brother. He was about Dean's age but looked like two of him compiled into one. Dean looked at him and smiled. Josh stared at him with a blank expression. 'Hey, Josh. Do you think you could tell my brother play times over. It's time for him to come home.'

Josh stared at him and whipped what looked like ketchup off his mouth. Dean grimaced and raised his eyesbrows waiting for a reply. 'He ain't here. Molly probably took him somewhere.'

'Do you know wh-' Dean began but was cut off by the door slaming in his face. 'Thanks bitch.' Dean mumbled and walked back to the car. He sat down and looked straight the windshield. 'Um, Sam's not there. Molly and him went out.'

'What?' John asked rather harshly.

'They probably went to get something to eat.' Dean shrugged.

'Forget to feed him too?' John implied starting the car and peeling off to the Burger Shop.

Sam and Molly sat down inside of the Burger Shop and ate their dinners.

'Sam, you're the nicest boy I know. Do you know that?' Molly said smiling at him. Sam looked up and smiled at her. She closed her eyes and leaned in and kissed him. Sam surprised greatfully kissed her back. They pulled back and looked at eachother.

'Well.' Sam said simply. Molly giggled. 'I don't know how to make this sound anymore not corny, but I want to be more than just friends with you Sam. Please tell me you feel the same way.'

Sam took a deep breath. 'I couldn't agree with you more.'

Molly smiled at him and kissed him again. When she pulled back her smiled turned into a frown. Sams expression turned to worry. 'You okay?'

'Your dad.' Molly said.

'What about him?' Sam asked perplexed and Molly pointed behind him. Sam turned around and saw the Impala parked outside across the street. 'Damn.' Sam said and got up grabbing his backpack. Molly got up and followed him outside.

'Dad...' Sam said as John got out of the car and walked towards him.

'Samuel Winchester get your ass in this car now! We're going home.'

Sam flinched at Johns words. 'Can we give Molly a ride home? She's on the way.'

Dean rolled his eyes inside the car. Sam always knew a way to make their father more angry than he already was.

'Sam. Car!' John yelled gathering some of the civilians on the sidewalks attention. Sam turned to Molly. 'I'm really sorry'
Molly put a hand up. 'It's no problem Sam. You're already in trouble as it is. Josh can pick me up.'

Sam nodded and ran past his dad and got into the back seat of the Impala. John followed slaming the car door making both Sam and Dean flinch.

'I can't express how upset I am in the both of you for your actions tonight.' John said looking at both of them. 'Can I not leave for two days without you both disobeying anything I tell you to do? Dammit Dean, I ask you to watch Sam and you can't even do that. And Sam, you know you're not supposed to leave the house at night. Dean knows that as well. So it's hard for me to see how either one of you couldn't remeber me telling you that before. You know what's out there! What if something happend to either one of you? Dean, you're too busy getting wasted to defend yourself or Sam, you're so wrapped up with that girl that you'll put yourself in danger just to see her?'

Both Sam and Dean looked into their laps. 'Sorry, sir.' Dean said softly. John's speech had hit Dean a lot more harder than Sam. Mostly because everything that happend tonight was being put on Dean not being trustworthy.

'You boys need to shape up if you expect to survive. Exspecially for our next hunt.'

Sam looked up. 'What's our next hunt?' He asked.

'Zombies.' Said John simply.

Okay so how was the start? Hopefully good enough to keep you all to read :D

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