I do not own Supernatural, no matter how much I wish I did. Those rights belong to Eric Kripke and the CW Network. Speaking of them, what are your thoughts of Season 6? In my opinion, I do not like season 6 Sammy. He was my favorite when he was all caring but the whole no soul thing just isn't working out. And Castiel..? Is it just me or does anyone else miss season 4 Cas? Ablivious awkward hair-a-mess Cas? I miss him.

We were in the middle of nowhere in broad daylight carrying guns and ready to shoot. Well, I was. Zachary wasn't, he was in the form of a wolf. He trotted a few feet in front of me, occationally scampering off to check something out. We wanted to be extra careful that we didn't run into any infected. I jumped at every little noise but Zack's happy-go-lucky attitude kept me feeling positive about the day. Of course that was until we heard a loud crash behind us. Just as I spun around on my heels, I was tackled to the ground. My sawed-off shotgun was tossed asside. I looked up with fear in my eyes at the infected man holding me down. Just as he went to cut into my skin and infect me, I heard a gunshot go off. Still in shock, someone grabbed me harshly and pulled me to my feet.

I looked to my rescuer. He had a hard looking exterior but something about his eyes made me feel differently. They were green and reminded me much of nature, the growing green life that was scarcely seen nowadays. His face was worn and he wore the expression of a broken man. For some reason, my heart lurched out to him.

"What were you doing out here alone?" He snapped at me, his voice was low and hoarse. I went to answer but wasn't given the time because he grabbed my arm and threw me into the direction of his companions. One of them caught me before I hit the ground. Zack barked loudly and growled at the man who pushed me. Hesitantly, he aimed his gun at my furry friend. "He your dog?" He asked, his green eyes looking back to me. I nodded and motioned Zack to come over to me. He listened and trotted over to me.

"Dean it's not safe out here. There are more of them and the wind is against us. We have to go back to camp." I looked to my side, the man who spoke seemed to hint at getting me back to their camp. I could tell by the way his blue eyes flished on to me briefly. It was probably protocol to thoughly question every stray that they picked up off the street.

The man called Dean seemed to look away and silently scoff. His green eyes once again watched me intently. A sigh looked to escape his lips. "You guys go ahead and find supplies. Cas is in command. I'll take care of the girl." I scowled at him. He threw his gun at someone behind me and reached for a new one - a piston tied to his leg. The people behind me hesitated as he stepped in the other direction. "Get going." he commanded harshly. The man with the blue eyes adjusted his gun before leading everyone away from us. I watched them walk away, curious as to where they were going. I was pulled out of my thoughts as the man, called Dean, bumped into me.

"Hey!" I yelled at him. He turned around to look at me with noneffected eyes. "Why are you being such a dick?" Zachary let out a bark-like noise, which I took in as laughter. He always did get a kick out of my dead-serious honesty.

"Get over it sweetheart. It's the friggin' end of the world here. I think I've earned the privilege to be a prick." he said harshly. Zack looked to me, he seemed to be waiting for a witty responce from me. I just glared at him as I picked up my shotgun.

It was silent, our venture back to their campsite. I didn't speak to him and he didn't speak to me. I kept feeling him stare at me, almost the way a hunter would stare at their prey before they attacked. I rolled my eyes and stepped in front of him, stopping him in his path.

"Hey! What th-" He began ranting and trying to rip into me. I let out a loud sigh as I lifted up the bottom of my shirt to show an anti-possession tattoo on my hip. The black ink contrasted my ivory skin and somehow I could tell it was visibly pleasing to his eyes.

"I'm not a demon. So quit staring at me like I am." I hissed. I also showed him that I wore a silver necklace. He seemed to turn away from me looking more at ease. "I'm a normal human believe it or not." I said to him. My eyes shifted to the skinwalker trotting beside me as a wolf. Mentally, I shuddered at the this Dean fellow would do to Zachary, and even myself, if he discovered what we were hiding. Dean totally reeked the essence of hunter. I knew he would shoot Zachary dead with a silver bullet without even thinking about it.

The silence was unnerving. I couldn't bare it any longer. Prior to being rescued, I rambled about nothing to Zachary. Usually I could tell what he thought about my rambling, just by how he wagged his tail. It was well over twenty minutes of pure silence, besides of course the crunching of broken glass. For some reason the silence made me feel anxious. I took a deep breath, I needed to break this silence.

"I'm Camille." I offered him, trying to break the silence between us. There was no responce form him, only a weird look from his dead green eyes. Okay, so he wasn't exactly a chatty Kathy. So instead of the desired conversation, I occupied myself by singing to myself in my head. It wasn't long before Dean and Zachary could hear me humming to Dream On by Aerosmith. I was only at the young age of twenty-fice but I loved me some classic rock music. I was born into Aerosmith, AC/DC, Bon Jovi, The Eagles.. My parents loved that music, so it was only natural that I did as well.

"You know Aerosmith?" he said finally. I looked to him oddly. How yound did he think I was? It's not like I was a teenager. I was in the best shape of my life. Who knew the key to staying fit was fighting zombies in the apocalypse? Who knew.

"Of course I do." I answered back, my voice on the borderline of sounding bitchy but I didn't care at all at this point. If he wanted to be an absolute prick then I was entitled to be a bitch. "How young do you think I am?" I questioned, my curiousity, getting the better of me. He seemed to divert his eyes away from me and laugh.

"Ah. Way too young for me." I rolled my eyes.

"Good." I added." Because you are way too old for me." I smirked as I saw his face. He looked surprised. Hey. Two can play at the game. He was a prick, so here I was being the bitch.