[Note: I don't own Dean and Sam, but I would like to! :p]

------Chapter 2-----

"Thank you, God! Ella, what happened to you?" Astrid asked as they found a place alone together in an old cell. Apparently the building was the old town jail. All the windows were tiny with thick iron bars on them. The doors to the outside were thick steel things with bars locking them closed. All the living inhabitants left in the small town appeared to be forced in the enclosed space. "One minute you were there in the house with us. Then the guy in the trench coat touched us and you were gone, but he said his power wouldn't work on me."

Ella scrunched her eyebrows together. " I'm not really sure. After the guy touched me. It was like the worst rollercoaster ride ever and then I was standing in the middle of this group of people." Leaning over, she whispered, "Do you think he couldn't take you because of…you know?"

Astrid rubbed absently at a spot on her forehead. "Maybe." She sighed, "Probably, but I knew this wasn't going to be easy."

"Well, He never promised us easy, in fact I think it was more the opposite. So, what happened at the house? Why'd that guy Dean attack you?"

"Because he's a giant ass…"

"Trid!"

"I know. I know. Love your enemies and all that. I'm trying, Ella."

Then, Astrid explained what had happened after Ella had disappeared.

-

"You want to tell me what the hell that was all about, boy?" Bobby said after wheeling over to where Sam and Dean were pouring over the computer where Sam was researching the zombie uprising.

Dean ran a hand threw his hair. "I found her and the other girl at your house, Bobby. Don't know where they came from, but they must have been running from the zombies. Hell, we were seconds away from becoming zombie chow, when Cas popped in. I told him to use his mojo and get them out of there. He touches them and only the one goes. Said something about his power not working on the blond. Didn't get a chance to get any details out of him before Sam busted in and we make a break for it."

"You think she has something to do with what's raising the zombies?" Sam asked.

"Don't know, but seems a little too coincidental her showing up at the same time as the Resident Evil extras."

Bobby said, "We'll have to talk to the both of them. Try to get them alone. Sam, you take the brunette; she said her name was Gabriella."

"Guess that leaves the smartass blond to me." Dean said as he made to stand up.

"Hell, no, she's not going to tell you a thing, you idjit. You pulled a knife on her. I'll talk to her."

Sheriff Mills joined them looking tired and worn. "We aren't going to be able to hold out here forever. This place was never designed to hold this many people. We're just lucky that it was designated an emergency shelter. We've got some supplies, but they won't last us for long. Any luck on figuring out how to stop this?"

Sam said, "Not yet."

-

Ella was helping pass out water when Sam tried to talk to her.

"Can I help you?" Sam asked as Ella balanced the package precariously on her hip a charming smile on his face.

"Oh, yeah, that would be great. If you could hold the box, I can hand out the bottles."

Sam took the package holding it as she grabbed bottles and handed them out. She smiled and offered words of comfort as she moved through the people. "So, you're Sam, right?" Ella asked as she handed a bottle to a man and his wife.

"Yeah. Gabriella?"

She smiled at him a dimple in her cheek. "Well, that's what my mother named me, but my friends call me Ella."

"Ella, pretty." A blush dusted her cheeks at the compliment.

"Thanks." Ella saw that the package was empty. "Guess we should get another package."

"I think there were some in the storage room."

"Ok." Ella weaved her way through the people following Sam back to the storage area.

"So where are you from, Ella?" Sam asked as he grabbed another package off the shelf. He could tell that the supplies wouldn't last much longer if they went through them like they were. Hell, if they didn't figure something out soon they would probably be zombie chow.

"Knoxville, Tennessee."

Sam let out a low whistle as they left the storage room. "You're a long way from home. What brought you to the middle of no where South Dakota?"

Ella glanced down and twisted her fingers nervously, "Um…my friend Trid, Astrid, wanted to take a road trip."

Sam noticed the hesitation, but ignored it for the moment. Ella grabbed a couple of bottles and handed them to a couple sitting on the floor. She murmured a your welcome in reply to their thanks. "Astrid, she's the blond I found with Dean."

"Yeah. She's pretty steamed at him for the whole knife thing when you all got here. What was all that about?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Dean, being Dean. He thought she might having something to with the zombie uprising."

"Oh," Ella said her face scrunching in confusion, "Why did he think that? Because the man in the trench coat didn't zap her like he did me? By the way, who was he?"

"Something like that. And that was Cas, Castiel."

Ella handed out the last bottle and it appeared that was everyone, a slight almost unnoticeable tremor in her hand. "So Dean tried to gank my friend, because your friend Castiel couldn't send her on the vomit rollercoaster through space? That seems a little extreme."

Sam laughed. "Dean said he didn't poop for a week after Cas zapped him."

Gabriella choked on a laugh. "This seems odd to say, but I hope my BM's are not adversely affected. I don't think I can handle a week of constipation." Ella snickered again. She was discussing bowel movements with a virtual stranger.

"I think that may be the least of our worries."

"True,. Well, thanks for helping me, Sam. I guess I should find Astrid before she decides pushing Dean out into the zombie infested street is a good idea."

"I'll tell him to sleep with one eye open."

Ella gave him a serious look. "With Astrid, that's probably good advice. She's not so good with that 'Love your enemies' command."

-

Astrid leaned against the wall eyes closed as she had a one sided conversation with God. Father, I don't understand what I am suppose to do here. To be honest, this really sucks. She sighed. What can I do against an army of zombies? I am just one woman. What can I do?

One of her favorite verses popped in her head. So do not fear, for I am with you…

A sense of calm filtered through her. Forgive me for my doubt. I know you are in control.

She didn't realize she had said the last in a whisper until a voice brought her eyes open. "Talking to yourself?"

"Not really, more talking to God, than myself," Astrid answered as she looked at the man in the wheelchair.

"He answering you? Cause he sure as hell isn't talking to anyone else," the man said with a angry growl.

"Well, I don't hear the audible voice of God that would be a little crazy even for me," Astrid said with a laugh. "It's just more of a sense of His presence, I guess. I just have faith that He's listening. Sounds like you aren't on such good terms with Him…I'm sorry I didn't catch your name before with Ella's freak out."

"Bobby," the man said.

"Nice to officially meet you, Bobby. I wish it was under better circumstances."

"You're not from around here," he said hearing the traces of an accent in her voice.

Astrid smiled, "Guess the accent is obvious. It's really not as bad as it use to be. I'm from Tennessee. Currently, Knoxville. "

"You and your friend are a little far from home aren't you for someone so young. Running away from home?"

Astrid burst into laughter. "Young? How old do you think I am?"

"Eighteen at the most."

"Well, that's flattering, but I will be twenty-six in a couple of months," Astrid said with a smile. "And no I wasn't running away from home, it's actually pretty crazy…." She trailed off not really sure how to explain to this man what had brought her thirteen hundred miles from home.

"I'm all ears, girl."

" I had a dream and I just…well I just packed, got in my car, and drove."

"Because of a dream?" Bobby asked incredulously.

"Seems kind of stupid when you say it like that, but I don't know. I believe in God and I believe that he calls us to do things- extraordinary things - that require us to surrender to his will. I guess that doesn't make much sense if you don't believe in God, but I do so…" Astrid glanced up at the man as she shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to confide in him and tell him the whole truth to explain why she had such faith, but not all her secrets were her own. She gave him a crooked smile.

"Must have been one of hell of a dream."

"Strangest thing is, I don't remember one part of the dream. I just know I had to go."

"Well, whatever brought you here, keep talking to Him, girl. Maybe He'll listen to you better than He does the rest of us." Bobby wheeled himself back through the building sending his own half thought prayer up. Are you there?

----Please Review----