Sam sighed and stared at the phone in his hand. He shook his head and put it back in his pocket, turning to face Dean.

"So that went down well then," he scoffed.

"She's gonna regret that if those are the last words she ever says to me," Sam grumbled.

"What did she say?"

"Well fuck you too then," Sam reiterated.

Dean sniggered. "Yeah, she ain't gonna regret that."

Sam couldn't help the smirk that made it's way onto his face as he shook his head. Dean was right, there was no way Rosie would regret it. Hell, if someone told her those would be her last words to him she'd probably shrug her shoulders and say it again.

"What do we do now?" Sam asked.

"We go find her," Dean said.

"What about mom? And Cas?" Sam looked at Dean, wondering what his brother was thinking.

"Well, I'm sure mom'll come with us," Dean said, not exactly confident about that.

"And Cas?"

"We'll leave him a note or something, tell him where we're going. I don't know where the hell he's got to anyway but it ain't like he hasn't got wings."

"Yeah, okay," Sam said with a nod. "I'll go pack a bag, meet you in ten?"

"Sure," Dean said. "I'll go talk to mom."

Sam nodded again and walked off towards his room. Dean sighed and headed to Mary's room, not really sure how it was going to go. It wasn't that his mom didn't care, but since Amara had brought her back from the dead, Mary and Rosie's relationship had been strained, to say the least.

Dean knew it was hard for his mom, seeing that the love of her life had fathered another child with another woman. But she didn't know the whole story, she had no idea where Rosie had come from and what she'd been through, and because Rosie was stubborn as hell she refused to let anyone tell her.

Dean supposed Rosie wouldn't have been so against the idea if Mary hadn't taken Rosie's existence as a personal insult, giving the girl the cold shoulder from the minute she laid eyes on her and discovered who she was.

He wondered down the hall and towards his mother's room. He knocked and waited for a reply, opening the door when he heard her answer.

"Hey mom," he said, shuffling a little.

"Hey Dean, what's up?" Mary asked.

"Well, we finally managed to get hold of Roe," he said, watching as her shoulders tensed and she stilled slightly. "She's stuck in Georgia, so me and Sam are gonna go on a little road trip and try to find her..."

"What?!" Mary whirled round, eyes wide. "Dean, I know she's your...sister," she tried really hard not to scrunch her nose up at that thought, "but that doesn't mean you should be sacrificing yourself to save her!"

"She doesn't want us to go," Dean said, his heart aching a little at the persistent dislike his mother and sister had for one another. "She told us to stay here and stay safe-"

"Well she obviously wasn't very convincing, was she?" Mary bit back.

"Mom! You know as well as she does that when we've made our minds up, there's not a lot anyone can do to stop us!" Dean argued. "We love her. We can't just leave her out there alone!"

"It's halfway across the country Dean! It's hundreds of miles, through dead bodies walking!" Mary looked exasperatedly at him. "I can't lose you...not again..."

"And I can't loose her Mom, I'm sorry..." Dean whispered, tears in his eyes.

"Please Dean? Stay? Let her come to us?" Mary pleaded.

"Mom, if I was out there and she was in here, what would she do?" Dean asked. He stared at Mary as she paused and looked at the ground in sad defeat. "What would she do mom?"

Mary shook her head and clamped her eyes shut.

"Mom? What would she do?" Dean asked again, slowly and with added intent. "I know you don't like her, I know you don't get along, I know how you feel about her but...you do know her, and you know what she'd do if I was out there..." He let out a puff of air and shrugged. "What would she do?" He needed Mary to answer him, to acknowledge that his baby sister would never have holed herself up in the bunker and left him alone out there. "Mom?"

"She'd have left already," Mary murmured. It was the only thing she liked about the girl; how close and protective she was with her brothers.

"We're leaving in ten, are you staying here or are you coming with us?" Dean asked.

"I'm coming with you," Mary sighed. "I can't just watch you walk out of here and do nothing..." She shook her head again and looked back up at Dean. "If you're going, so am I."

"Okay," Dean said with a nod. He turned and walked out of the room, going to gather his things.

All three of them jumped in Baby and Dean started her up, pulling out of the bunker's garage. None of them had really been topside in nearly two weeks, so they only had the pointed lack of media updates to illustrate the state of the world. They didn't know how many were still alive or where anyone was. Dean didn't want to risk getting too close to built up areas but they needed to see what the world was like and what was happening.

As evening began to descend Dean decided to pull in on the outskirts of the nearest city; he got the feeling that driving around in such a loud car (much as he loved her) wouldn't be the most sensible thing to do.

"Come on," Dean murmured as he got out of the car. "Stay close." He nodded at the partially-deralict superstore he'd parked in front of. "Let's just do a quick supply run, get a feel for the place and then we'll get the hell out of dodge, okay?"

Sam and Mary both nodded, looking warily around the place. The superstore was called Cloud 9, part of a chain of stores just like it. It had enough of everything for the Winchesters to get what they needed and get out before night fell, allowing them just enough time to find some kind of shelter should they need it.

Dean headed for the main door, finding the whole place deserted. He whistled into the empty space, waiting for anything dead or alive to show itself. Shaking his head he motioned for Mary and Sam to duck through the door and together they started sorting through what was left of the already looted store.

"I got some food stuff back here," Sam called, waving a few tins and some cereal boxes.

"I got toilet paper!" Dean cried happily. "We gotta grab as much of this shit as we can. Future Cas told me to hoard it like it was gold."

"Future Cas?" Mary frowned.

"Yeah, I went to the future," Dean said. "It was the one where Sam said 'yes' to Lucifer and didn't manage to control him long enough to jump in the pit."

"Right..." Mary said, nodding and wondering away to see what she could find.

Dean continued mooching around the store, turning a corner and seeing the gun counter. "Alright! Jackpot! Well, sort of..." The counter was smashed and most of the guns had been taken, even the ammo was pretty much gone, but there were still a few useful bits left. Dean grabbed a bag and started chucking whatever he could find inside it.

He was so busy grabbing stuff, he almost missed the click of a heel on the tiled floor.

"Get out, now." A small woman with long brown hair was stood pointing a shotgun at him. Her eyes were bright and fierce but Dean could see the slight tremor in her hand.

"Or what?" Dean said, pulling his gun on her so fast she didn't have time to react.

"Or I'll shoot you," she hissed.

"Really?" he scoffed. "What's that gonna do? Except kill everyone within a two mile radius."

Amy wavered, not sure what to do. The guy had a point, albeit an irritating one.

"Look darlin' I'm not the one with the trembling hands," Dean said, motioning to her gun as it shook slightly. "I shoot you, you go down and I run fast, I get out alive. You shoot me, I get pissed because that shit hurts, I chase you 'cause I'm pissed and when I'm pissed I get stupid, the dead come running and both of us are still here fighting, we get eaten alive..."

Amy thought about his words and shook her head. "It's not the dead I'm worried about around here," she said.

"What?" Dean frowned, lowering his gun a little. "What d'you mean?"

"The military," Amy said with a whisper, fear evident in her eyes. "The living...they are so much scarier than the dead."

Dean's eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead. "What's going on with the military?"

Amy shook her head. "Not here." She motioned to the back door and gestured for him to follow.

"My mom and my little brother are still in the store," Dean said.

"I know," Amy said, her eyes resting on his. Her gun was no longer pointed at Dean, instead it was hanging loosely by her side. Dean had tucked his back into his waistband.

"It's cool, we can leave if you want-"

"You won't get out of town, not now," she said. "They're patrolling every night, they'll shoot you on sight."

"What?" Dean's blood ran cold.

"I heard your car pull up," she said. "Does it stand out? Will they notice it?"

"Hell yeah," Dean answered.

"You need to move it," Amy said. "If they see it, they'll hunt you down and you'll end up getting my people killed."

"Wait...there's more of you?" Dean asked. "How have you managed to evade them all for so long?"

"You'll see," Amy said. "Go move your car and round up your family. I'll wait here."

Dean narrowed his eyes at her, taking in the way she stood and the no-nonsense attitude she seemed to have. There was something about her that he couldn't seem to distrust so he simply sighed and went to do as she'd asked. Sam frowned at him as he went, but stayed where he was until Dean returned. He motioned for both Sam and Mary to follow him, introducing them to Amy as she led them through the back of the store and towards the manager's office.

"Before the world went dark I wanted to lay seige to company policy and put a new video game back for myself, you know, so I could pay for it after my shift and play it the day it was released," Amy explained, opening what looked like a door to a cupboard in the wall. "On our quest to find a way to do just that, we discovered an old storgage room full of recalled products that everyone had forgotten about." She motioned for the three of them to climb in.

Sam looked at Dean skeptically; Dean sighed and shook his head, climbing in. Mary followed him and Sam went last, closely followed by Amy.

"When the military started shooting everything up, a bunch of us were already here. Some of us were lucky enough for our families to come find us and we hid in the walls while the soldiers raided the place and killed anyone still alive," Amy said, continuing on with her story. "I was one of the lucky ones. My ex-husband and my daughter came to find me."

"So you've just been living behind here the entire time?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," Amy said. "It's a department store. When the soldiers had gone we looted the place and brought as much as we could back here. The soldiers took all the guns back when they first fenced us in and called it quarantine, but some of us were smart enough to grab a few pieces in case we needed them."

"So how many others are here?" Sam asked.

"There's nine of us all together," Amy said.

"How come there was a welcome party of one then?" Mary said, looking back at Amy with a frown.

"Well, at the moment, the security feed is still up and running, and Garrett rigged it so we could watch from back here. We saw you split up and put your weapons away," Amy said. "They all would've been watching us the whole time. I'm surprised Jonah didn't come bursting through the walls when you pointed your gun at me."

"Who's Jonah? He your ex-husband?" Dean asked.

"No..." Amy went strangely silent. "He's my very new boyfriend..."

Dean snickered. "Wow. Now that doesn't sound awkward at all."

"Shut up," Amy muttered. "I could have just shot you."

"Why didn't you?" Sam asked, glancing at her over his shoulder.

Amy shrugged. "He didn't shoot me."

A few minutes later and they came to the storage room that Amy had told them about. Dean walked through first, raising his hands as two men aimed guns at his head. Mary and Sam followed Dean's lead.

"Put those down," Amy huffed, leaning her own shotgun up against the wall.

"What d'you bring them back here for?" Adam asked, glaring at her and the three strangers.

"They'd have been shot on sight if I'd left them there," Amy said. "They feel like good people, okay?"

"He pointed a gun at you," Jonah said, nodding at Dean.

"Yeah! Because I was pointing one at him!" Amy argued.

"Why would you lead total strangers back here," Dina said, looking at the Winchesters with suspicion.

"Because! It's not going to be long before we run out of food and water," Amy sighed. "We are never going to make it outside of these walls alone. They can help us."

"How'd you know that?" Dina asked.

"They point weapons with a steady hand but they don't shoot first," Amy said. "Green eyes could have shot me any time he wanted but he didn't. He chose not to. There aren't many people left who choose not to shoot."

"My name's Dean," Dean said, dropping his hands. Again, Sam and Mary followed his lead.

"Hey!" Adam cried. "Did anyone tell you that you could move?!"

"Dude, if you were gonna shoot us we'd be dead already," Dean said.

"Just because I'm not quick on the trigger, doesn't mean I won't," Adam growled.

"Adam!" Amy snapped. "Cut it out. We're gonna need them, whether we like it or not."

Dean scoffed and turned towards Amy. "No offence darlin' but we're not stopping. We're looking for someone, we're headed to Atlanta."

"Atlanta?" Garrett scoffed back. "Man, they napalmed half the city. This whole thing started over that way somewhere."

"Our sister is with a group of people camped out not far from the city," Dean explained. "I know she's still there and she's still alive. We have to find her."

"And I get that," Amy interupted, "but you aren't getting out of this city in the muscle car you pulled up in while the military are patrolling every few hours. How the hell you got this far is beyond me..."

"We've been holed up in a bunker in Kansas for the last two weeks," Sam said. "Other than knowing about the virus, we don't know much of anything."

Amy took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow. "Well, you've missed a lot, that's for sure."

Jonah nodded and lowered his gun. "Yeah, it's a long story. You might wanna take a seat for this..." He gestured to a make-shift seating area towards the back of the room. Dean, Sam and Mary all walked forwards and settled themselves on various different cushions and pillows.

"So," Amy started, "the infection got out and ended up spreading. It spread faster than anyone expected it too, including all the doctors, the Government...everybody."

"They sent out military task forces to fence off built up areas and create quarantine zones in an attempt to keep people safe and stop it spreading even more," Jonah continued. "They still had no idea how it was carried, only that if someone was bitten or close to death, they'd re-animate and start feeding on anything still living."

"So, they picked quarantine zones that had gone mostly untouched by infection, cornered it off and set curfews for those still inside," Adam joined in.

Amy couldn't control the wobble in her voice as she spoke again. "Then they took arms and walked street by street and house by house, shooting anything that dared to move outside of the quarantine zones."

Sam swallowed slowly. "This store is outside a quarantine zone, right?"

Amy nodded. "We're still pretty close to one though, which is why this area is still patrolled."

"We avoided all built up areas the whole drive over here," Dean said. "We only came close to the city now 'cause I needed to know what sort of state the world was in and 'cause we were getting low on supplies."

"Well, looks like your stuck here now. At least until we find a way out of here," Adam said, stashing his own gun and giving up on the hostility.

"Thanks," Sam said. "And in that case, I suppose you oughta know, my name's Sam. This is our mom, Mary. And Dean already told you his name..."

"I'm Amy," Amy said. She went around the room, introducing them to Adam (her ex), Jonah (her new boyfriend), Emma (her daughter), Kelly, (Jonah's ex), Garrett (a friend and co-worker), Glenn (her manager), Jerusha (his wife), and Dina (her best friend and deputy manager). The boys and Mary all nodded and smiled, particularly as Garrett added in the colourful little details they needed in order to make the whole ordeal interesting.

"Well, it's nice to meet you folks." Sam smiled, inclining his head slightly.

Amy couldn't stop the odd little chuckle that slipped past her lips. "We get how funny it looks."

Dean grinned. "Like something from a late night sitcom."

"Yeah, I'm also pregnant by the way," Amy said with a grim smile. "The baby is Adam's. And Dina is pregnant with Glenn and Jerusha's baby, she's a surrogate."

"Wow," Dean said, trying not to smirk and failing. "You couldn't write that shit."

"You certainly couldn't," Amy said, also smirking a little. The tension in the room broke as everyone started giggling amongst themselves.

Dean looked curiously at them all.

"If you don't laugh, you cry," Kelly explained with a small smile.

Dean nodded, smiling back.

The Winchesters decided to hunker down at the store for the night and reassess their situation in the morning. Dean lay back looking at the ceiling and trying to think of a way out, a way to keep moving towards Atlanta without being killed. He drifted off eventually, managing three of his four hours for the week.

Amy found Dean the next morning, crouched on the roof doing some re-con.

"You didn't sleep much last night," she said, lying on the floor next to him and pretending to be dead.

"Never do," he muttered.

"They patrol every two to three hours," Amy informed him. "Helicopter flies over head at 10am, 2pm and 8pm."

"So you've done your research," he said.

"Kelly did actually," Amy said, glancing up at him.

"Kelly...she's the blonde chick your boyfriend was shacked up with before you, right?" Dean asked.

"Yep," Amy said with a sigh.

"How come she did the scouting missions?" Dean said, his brow furrowed.

"Honestly? I think she just wanted to get away from everyone," Amy admitted. "I mean, you can't blame the girl."

"No, you can't," he agreed.

"So, anything else you looking for?" Amy asked. "Or can we go inside now?"

"We can go inside," Dean sighed, groaning as he stood up and walked back indoors with the store supervisor.

"Come on, everyone else is up and they're all ready for breakfast." Amy smiled as she led Dean back through the store towards the rest of the group.

Dean cleared his throat. "If you've done all the necessary re-con, why are you still hanging around?"

"Because there's no one in our group who's hand doesn't tremble when they're pointing a gun at someone," Amy said honestly. "Right now, my daughter is safe. My friends are safe. If we go out there...I don't know what's going to happen. But I do know that there's no one in our group who can pull a gun on someone and shoot them without hesitating."

"I hesitated when I pulled my gun on you," Dean argued.

"No, you'd assessed that I hadn't fired and because you're a good person, you chose not to fire too. That's very different to hesitating," Amy countered.

"I'm not a good person," Dean mumbled. "I haven't been a good person for a long long time."

"Well, you're good enough for me," Amy said. "You're good enough for this new world."

Dean merely grunted in neither an approving or disapproving tone. He rejoined the small group and nodded at Sam. He smiled at Mary and went to sit with her for a while.

"Have you called Rosanna yet?" Mary asked, always referring to her by her full name.

"No, and I don't plan on calling," Dean said. "At least for a few days."

"Days?! Dean, she could be dead by then," Mary whisper-hissed. "We could be leaving good people who need us for a dead girl-"

"Don't." Dean glared at her, cutting her off. "Don't Mom."

Mary took a deep breath and sighed, calming herself. "Dean, I get it-"

"No, you don't. You think you do and you say you do but you don't. Because if you did, you wouldn't be doing this. You wouldn't be trying to convince me to give up on her," Dean growled.

"I'm trying to convince you to be logical!" Mary cried quietly, still trying to keep their conversation to themselves. "You heard what they were saying about the military. And the hoards of dead...Dean, she doesn't stand much of a chance..."

Dean didn't want to hurt his mom. He really didn't. He'd hurt her enough already, inside her head trying to bring her back, but he needed her to hear him. He needed her to understand.

"Mom, she is the only person in my life who hasn't ever left me," Dean whispered, tears in his eyes. "She's the only one who hasn't ever walked away or given up or died on me. No matter how hard we fight, how much we disagree or how long it takes us to forgive one another for the stupid shit we've done...she's never left. She...I can't lose her...I can't stop trying...I can't give up..." A single tear fell from his eye and he wiped it away, knowing all the while that he'd made his mom feel awful. He didn't want to but he couldn't keep going with her always trying to persuade him to stop.

Mary nodded.

"I'm sorry Mom," he said softly.

"I know," she murmured. "It's just...you might be searching forever Dean. How're you going to know if it's in vain? How're you ever going to know if she's gone for good?"

"I'll know," Dean said firmly. "Trust me, I'll know. She'll make sure I know. Same as I'd do for her."

Mary nodded again and bit her tongue.

"So, how long are you guys sticking around?" Kelly asked, coming to sit with them out of nowhere.

Dean shrugged. "As long as it takes to get out of here without being killed."

"So, a while then," she said with a sympathetic smile. "You gonna take us with you?"

"Depends," Dean said.

"On what?"

"On whether you all wanna come with us," Dean answered. "Amy wants to leave, but that doesn't mean the rest of you do. I get where she's coming from, about supplies but...you are pretty safe in here. Safety isn't something all that easy to come by these days."

"No, but niether is sanity and I'm about climbing the walls at this point," she said with an amused little huff.

"I'll take whoever wants to come." Dean smiled and winked at her, grinning as Kelly blushed and looked at the floor.

"I, uh, I heard what you said about your sister," she mumbled.

Dean's smiled faded and he nodded as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"She sounds pretty special," Kelly whispered. "I wish I had someone who loved me like that, you know? Someone who'd travel half way across the country in a terrifying apocolypse just to keep me safe..."

"Well, it doesn't come without it's shit," Dean chuckled softly. "We've had to endure more than most families, so it only stands to reason that our bond is that little bit tighter than most."

Kelly nodded. "I don't have much family. I had parents but...you know, the world ended..." She sniffed and shook her head. "I don't know if they're dead or alive. They lived too far away to come here."

"I'm sorry," Dean said. "Not knowing is just as painful."

Kelly nodded, taking a deep breath. "And my sister, well, I doubt you'd believe what happened to her but the dead are walking so you never know..." she sniggered a little sardonically.

"Try me," Dean said, nudging her gently.

"She was killed, by a werewolf," Kelly said, her eyes flicking up to his. She expected to see his disbelief all over his face but was instead met with deep compassion.

"A demon killed my both my parents," Dean told her. "My Mom came back from the dead, my brother did too after he took Lucifer to Hell. A family of immortal psychopaths killed my other little sister. Leviathan killed my stand-in father figure. Hellhounds got some of my first best friends. An angel killed another friend who was like a brother to me...the list goes on," he said, waving with his hand.

"You're a hunter," Kelly said, no question implied.

Dean saw the sadness in her eyes and shook his head. "Your sister got bit, didn't she?"

Kelly nodded. "She couldn't control it. She was only twelve at the time..."

"I'm so sorry," Dean murmured.

"It's not your fault," she said. "The man that did it, the hunter...I remember he looked almost as upset as I was."

Dean shrugged. "You feel all the ones you couldn't save."

"But you try, and not many people can say that," Kelly said, holding his gaze. "Don't get much thanks for it either, I bet."

"We don't do too badly," he said with a small smile. "The little people care. It's the big ones that don't like us, they're the ones that put us on Most Wanted lists and try to arrest us every chance they get."

Kelly chuckled. "Ain't that a bitch."

"Ain't it just," Dean chuckled back.