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Trench Coat and Blue Tie

"Asshole" muttered Dean. His team had just come back from a meeting with John Winchester. Sam chuckled beside him.

"You really shouldn't say things like about your father" said Lisa, Dean's on and off again girlfriend. Currently, they were off.

"Why not, he didn't raise you" snapped Dean as they approached his jeep. He, Sam, Lisa and Adam were part of Team Look Up (one of many teams specially designed to look for medical supplies and food). Dean was the leader, which Lisa detested, and Sam was his second. Adam was John's favourite. Dean hated that. Adam wasn't even related to them in any way - Adam wasn't actually allowed to leave the city and was actually in training to replace Bobby Singer as their communication guy. As well as the five of them, there was three other men who just did their job.

"Because he is our leader, and he has given up so much for us" snarled Lisa as she climbed into the back of the jeep. Sam pulled a face at Dean as he also climbed into the car.

"I hate this place" snarled Dean and he climbed into his jeep. He started the damn thing and pulled out of the city through one of many secret entrances and into the big bad zombie world.

As Dean drove, he thought back to what his dad has said.

"'Get out and find as many medicine and food as possible. I'm planning to start a shut down completely for the next five years or so. Let the scum die out. If any of your crew gets affected, even if its Sam, shot them through the head."

Dean's grip on his steering wheel tightened. He could never see himself being stuck in that hell hole for the next five years. He could hardly stand being in there for a week.

"There used to be a hospital fifty miles to the east. John says you should head there first. Due to the distance, we've never had the chance to ransack. Plus, it's also really close to where the Angel kingdom used to be" Adam spoke through the intercom.

"Or maybe that's why no one has been there," snorted Sam, "traitors."

Adam went silent, while he listened to John and Bobby.

"He said you just have to do it" said Adam, "and that Dean is to remember his orders." Sam gave Dean a look, which Dean ignored as he drove east.


A smell. There was a smell. It was a nice smell. It smelled of food. Of fresh blood and skin.

A mouth watered as she began to hunt her prey. She turned to her friend. He looked at her, and shook his head.

She thought him weird. He didn't like to feed, but he still did it. He didn't like to kill, but he still did it.

And he couldn't remember who he was. She remembered who she was.

Meg. What a useless name. She goes by Blood now.

A pure zombie name if anyone could ask her.

She was an ex-demon, and blood didn't matter to her.

Never has and never will.

She glared at her companion.

'you need to eat' she thought. He glared at her. Somehow, he could always understand her.

'please' she begged. He relented and allowed her to drag him through the woods until they saw the lights of the jeep fading into the distance.