This story is based loosely on the Supernatural episode "The End". I have taken the apocalyptic setting and adapted it to fit my characters needs. Sam is now Lucifer's vessel, Castiel's mojo is gone and is replaced by prescription drugs, booze and women. Even the occasional bong hit. Dean is mostly bitter but has a soft spot for his second in command and then there is Alys. A woman who will change everything for the small group of survivors living in the rundown compound that was once upon a time, a youth summer camp.

Fate will be altered. Who will die for love? Who will give birth to the only hope of mankind? Who will fall victim to Lucifer's lies? And who will betray them all?

This story is one of my own creation. However I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters you may recognize. This story and the character's Alys, Molly and several others are own. Don't steal or I'll hunt you down and hang you from the Eiffel Tower by your toenails =)

~Author's Note~

All the chapter titles are names of songs that I think you should listen to while you read that chapter.

XoXo

Alys

It was hot, which always made the stench unbearable. Even the layers of cloth she had tied around her head to cover her mouth and nose couldn't keep the horrible smell from invading her senses; she could taste it on her tongue. She felt it in the muggy air around her.

It was the stench of death, decay and hell.

It was the pungent rot that Alys had grown all to familiar with since the apocalypse, and she grew tense with apprehension as she parked her Police SUV in the middle of the street, in front of an ominous looking tavern.

The town Alys had spent 3 hours scoping out was a fairly small one, it appeared deserted. Its roads had several deserted cars; some torched others left to rust in the ditch. The only building she cared about was the tavern she sat in front of now.

Alys did another quick once over of her surroundings, noticing an old blue, rusted pickup truck parked in the alley beside the tavern, It looked to be in good condition. The tavern itself was in terrible shape, the roof looked ready to collapse, the windows were boarded up, the glass had been broken long ago, and the rotted front steps led to a boarded up front door. Sadly it looked in better shape than the buildings around it, which were falling apart or had burned down.

There were not signs of Croats, Creatures so vile that fed on human flesh or practically anything they could get their infected hands on. But Alys wasn't taking any chances; she would go in, armed to the teeth like every other day.

Quickly and silently, Alys hopped out of the SUV and swiftly tied her long, dark hair up on top of her head messily. Alys opened back door, smiling as a mass of fur limped across the backseat towards her.

"Another day Johnny-boy" She sighed scratching the large German Shepherd behind the ears. He looked up at her expectantly with his large brown eyes.

"Not today kiddo, Not until you're all better" She scolded, checking the bandages around his left front leg. "Go lay down" Alys said firmly, and Johnny-boy whined but crossed back over to the other end of the back seat, lying on his dark blue comforter.

Alys unzipped the large black duffel bag that lay on the floor, pulling out several items. She strapped her long machete to her thigh and checked the clip of her glock before returning it to its shoulder holster. Alys ticked off the list in her mind, silver dagger tucked into her boot, throwing knifes clipped to her belt, her sawed off shotgun and because you really never know, She tucked a flask of holy water into waistband of her jeans.

The slight breeze did nothing to rid the smell of the rotting town, so she retied the strips of cloth around her head, trying in vain to stifle the reeking smell to a tolerant level. Once the cloth was secure over her mouth and nose, Alys shut the back door of the SUV and took a deep breath.

The woman on the radio had given her this address; Alys could only hope she was still alive.