A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me….I got this idea while watching the previews and looking at the pictures for "The End"…..Now please be kind and don't come chasing me with pitchforks…..

Dean hung up with Castiel and collapsed on the bed. All he wanted was a few hours of sleep and nothing else. He had just witnessed the angel dig deep and grow some balls and stand up against Raphael, the archangel that had blasted him to fleshy bits. That awesome display had kicked the angel up a few more notches in Dean's book. Placing the phone on the stand, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him away.

"Hello Dean," the all too annoying voice shattered his peace.

"Now what?!" Dean glared at Zachariah as he sat on the opposite bed with hands neatly folded in his lap.

"I'm here to see if you changed your mind."

"It's still no. I am tired of being shuttled around like some pawn on a freaking chessboard whenever you asshats feel like it!"

"Dean Dean Dean you will say yes….Perhaps some persuasion is in order….." Zachariah stood and hovered over the hunter. Before Dean could react his world went black at the cool touch to the angel's fingers.

Lawrence, Kansas 2014

Dean woke up surrounded by rusted cars and overgrown foliage. Smoke wafted off in the distance but the pungent smell burned his nostrils.

Where the Hell am I??? Dean wondered as he stood up and looked around.

Windows were shot out and buildings crumbled as he proceeded with caution, careful to avoid anything that would either injure him or betray his presence. There were no signs of any living thing as he rounded a corner. The street was cluttered with cars and trucks that were rusted out or hollow scorched shells. Something happened but what? It had to be a trick, some sort of mind fuck from Zachariah to get him to change his mind on being an angel condom. Well it wasn't working.

Scanning ahead, Dean marched on unaware someone was watching. But as he continued, Dean felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as his internal warning system screamed at a five alarm level. Immediately he flattened against the loose bricks behind him listening intently. His heart started pounding as he remained frozen in place.

The shadowy figure darted across and behind the pile of burnt out cars towards the back alley. Dean followed careful to remain concealed behind the shells of cars and other massive items such as dumpsters while keeping his sharp eyes trained on what appeared to be a girl of 8. Her hair was disheveled and dress was tattered and frayed along the bottom hem. She wore no shoes or even socks and seemed to be indifferent to the sharp pieces of glass strewn along the ground. Her skin was an ashen hue with not even the slightest traces of life. The hunter observed as she squatted down over the pile and looked at the fragments as if she was lost in some distant thought or memory. Dean slowly slipped away from his hiding place behind the dumpster and treaded towards the girl. She didn't seem to notice he was there as he closed the gap between them.

The hunter noticed the blood splatter on the ground and glass as he was within mere feet of the child. As he started to reach out for her, the girl attacked.

With lightning speed, she slashed at Dean with a large jagged shard. The hunter hissed in pain but not before belting her in the jaw and sending here against a soiled mattress. His head jerked up at the sounds of multiple footsteps and that was when he saw it. On the far double entrance was a word Dean thought he would never see again.

CROATOAN

It couldn't be! How? Surely it wasn't the same Croatoan that they encountered in Oregon three years ago! But soon his doubts would be washed away as the crowd appeared from opposite sides and converged at the end of the alley. Though they looked human, their eyes carried a feral bordering on predatory glare as they stared down the hunter. Their stances and movements were inhuman as they charged down the narrow alley.

Dean immediately sprinted towards the other end and out on the street. He could hear them gaining traction as he dodged parts of cars furniture and other mangled debris. Dean forced his legs to move faster despite the growing pains of his thighs and calves. Survival mode finally kicked in pushing adrenaline through his body granting Dean the ability to open the distance between him and them.

He quickly turned left seeing his mistake as a large chain link fence stood at the other end.

Dean stopped on a dime and spun around as they closed around him. Some flashed rotted and chipped teeth while others had nails that were sharpened to points meant to tear and rip apart flesh.

The hunter knew his options were rather limited but he wasn't about to stay around and find out what the Night of the Living Dead rejects wanted either. Without thinking, Dean scaled the fence and made it up half way before they made it to where he was standing but moments before. Inhuman cries and shrieks filled the air as Dean made it over the barbed wire and jumped to the other side.

"What the Hell is going on here?" He wondered to himself as they continued clawing and fighting the metallic barrier.

Not wasting another minute, Dean raced off leaving the horde behind. As he ran, Dean noticed the fences and chain link barriers scattered throughout the city. Obviously someone was determined to keep something in or something out and Dean knew just what was being kept out.

He saw the edges of the city and finally realized where he was. Dean knelt down and read the partially burnt sign buried in the grass.

Lawrence: Rock Chalk Jayhawk!!!

"No place like home," he huffed. Behind him the sun was beginning to set.

Now armed with a bat he found along the way, Dean walked along the abandoned highway until he saw the same type of fence once again. He came upon a wooden sign with the name Camp Chitaqua etched in the wood. Dean continued on until he made out an outline of two swinging doors and saw chains wrapped tightly around them again keeping everything out.

He quickly hid behind some trees as two men armed with shotguns walked by. Dean waited until they were gone and approached again. His emerald orbs scanning ahead until they landed on a familiar outline looming in the distance.

"Oh baby no," he whispered as he recognized the shape.

Dean scaled the barrier and crept towards the hollowed out remains of his beloved Impala. His heart dropped at the state she was in. He leaned in feeling as if he would burst into tears right then and there. Her once flawless interior was burned out and hollow with only the seats and steering wheel left. The tires long since gone as it was now supported by four cinder blocks.

"Oh baby what'd they do to you?" He whispered to the remains and ran his hand along the top of the bench seat.

As he continued looking in the sound of footsteps in the grass reached his ears. Dean spun around as a flash of green followed by the hard blow of a fist against his jaw hurling him into unconsciousness.

Standing above the fallen hunter was a woman in a green coat and denim jeans. Each leg had a hand gun strapped against it with a knife on the inside of her right thigh. Her grey eyes hard and accented with lines from the countless sleepless nights she has to endure. Her fiery red hair restrained in a band and fluttered in the gentle breeze.

Brooklyn looked around seeing no other intruders before grabbing the man and turning him over revealing his face. Her eyes went wide with shock as she was staring down at Dean or someone who looked an awful lot like him.

I decided to give this a little spin adding my OC in it.....I hope that everyone who reads will let me know how I did as I have another chapter ready to go!!!