~Yo diggity dawgs :3 Been too long. Nah jk, Hope this is going alright. I mean, if something seems easy you're probably doing it all wrong, right? Oh and also, did you hear about the guy who was arrested for stealing a calender? HE GOT 12 MONTHS. Soz, but that's the funniest joke of the day.~

I sat on top of the bench as my mom darted around the kitchen kind of like a swan in its natural habitat. It was nice, seeing her again. I knew something was wrong and this sort of thing just doesn't happen without consequence. For the past hour all I spoke about were Sam and Dean.

"Sounds like you like both of these boys, more than just a friend" Mom nudged, pulling the fourth pie out of the oven. "Don't give me that look, I know how the things between girls and boys work. I was young once"

I laughed, "It's not like that. They're different. I had a thing with Dean but he was kinda older then me by three years, he was tough and had this weird macho bravado about him which meant Bobby didn't like it. Sam on the other hand was sweet and cuddly like a teddy bear" I took in a deep breath, "they've always been there growing up"

She stopped in her tracks, "I'm sorry I wasn't there growing up, I always wondered what it would be like"

I bit my tongue and sighed, "So, what are we gonna do with all this pie?"

"Go set the table up," She said, "You can eat as much as you want when your father comes back"

I did what I was asked, as much pie as I wanted? Hell yeah. Setting out three plates on the table mom came out, holding a freshly creamed pie. "You forgot the forks; silly" She noted.

I glanced at the table, she was right. Damn, more time I gotta waste till I get my hands on some pie "Oh yeah, I thought we'd tap into our inner cave men for a bit" I joked with a grin. I walked back into the kitchen and tried to hustled up some forks. It was hard to find anything in this house, let alone a few damn forks. Hearing the front door open, I figured Bobby was back. "Hey ma, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Dad doesn't cook much" I announced, lining up the few forks that I found.

Mom had just laid down the pie she held, looking up at Bobby and the unfamiliar faces that stood behind him. "Honey, I didn't expect you to bring friends"

I watched the looks on both the hunters faces, they were lost for words but in a much different manner than I had been. Dean stared at me prominently, absolutely confused by what was going on. I awkwardly smiled at him. Yeah, that'll do it.

"It's four in the morning babe, you didn't have to cook" Bobby smiled, wheeling himself into a spot at the table.

"It's fine, I don't mind" She assured, "I'll just go get some more plates. Sit down Belle" she smiled, brushing her hand along my arm as he walked back to the kitchen

"What the hell is that? WHO the hell is that?" Dean ordered in a harsh whispered.

"Karen, my wife" Bobby answered reluctantly, "Belle's mom"

"Your new wife?"

"My dead wife" Bobby clarrified

Dean stuffed his gullet with pie, not stopping to think about how it would look when he would speak. "This is incredible Mrs singer"

"Thank you Dean" Karen smiled, serving out the last piece of pie to Sam.

Bobby looked at her and smiled, "Thanks Karen, could you give us a minute?"

She nodded, looked at me and the boys "Yeah, sure"

We sat at the table, Dean and Sam exchanging looks between them. As my mom closed the sliding doors on her side, Dean dropped his fork on the table and leaned in, "Are you crazy!" he boomed. "What the hell!"

Bobby raised a finger, signalling him to calm down. "Relax, I can explain"

"Explain what! Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen" Dean questioned, pointing between him and Sammy.

I let out a breath, pushing my plate forward. "First of all Dean, that's my mom you're talking about to watch it" I warned, "Can't I just eat my damn pie in peace"

Sam shook is head in frustration, "Look, whatever that thing is in there, its not your mom" he turned to my dad, "And it definitely isn't your wife"

Bobby narrowed his gaze, "How do you know that?"

"Are you serious!" Sam growled, through gritted teeth.

"Do you think I'm an idiot, boy? My dead wife shows up on my doorstep, you think I'm gonna test her every which way I ever learned?" Bobby rationalised

Dean took a moment, "So what is it? Zombie? Revanant?"

Bobby shook his head, "No, not that I can tell. She's got no scars, wounds. No reaction to salt, silver...holy water"

"Bobby, she crawled out of her coffin"

Bobby shook his head. Staring at me as I sat on the other end of the table.

"He cremated her, some way or some how she's back" I answered

"That's impossible" Sam interjected

"Tell me about it" Bobby agreed.

"You bury her ashes?" Sam asked

"Yeah, the cemetery. Its where they all came from" Bobby replied

"How many?" Dean questioned

"15, 20" Bobby pulled out a folded piece of paper from his left pocket, "I made a list" Handing to Sams waiting grasp. "There's Karen, Clay, Sheriff Mills- her little boy came back"

Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair and then moving forward. "And there were no signs, no omens?"

Bobby took a moment to think, "Well, there were the lightning storms"

Dean through is hands up in annoyance, "That's what we said. What else"

Bobby wheeled himself out from behind the table and towards a bookcase, grabbing an old paper back he opened it and read. "And through the fires, stood before me a pale horse and he that sat a top him, carried a scythe, and I saw since he to had risen..,they too shall rise. From him and through him"

We all shared glances before Bobby placed the book back down and turned to us.

"So what? Death's behind this?" Dean asked

"Death-Death, Like the horsemen death?" Sam said

Bobby nodded his head, "Yeah"

Dean rubbed his hand over his eyes and sighed, "Awesome, another horsemen. Must be Thursday"

Sam looked at me before pushing himself up from the chair and trotting towards the stool near the bookcase, "Bobby, why would death be raising the dead in a town like Soux Falls?"

"I don't know" he answered

"You know, if death is behind this then whatever these things are...it's not good" Dean shook his head, glancing at Sam "You know what we have to do here"

Dad looked at me, I could see the hurt in his eyes. Something he was talented at hiding. "She doesn't remember anything you know? Being possessed? Me killing her. Her coming back-" he stopped not being able to finish his sentence.

"Bobby" Dean began

"No, don't 'Bobby' me." He ordered, mom was now humming from the kitchen, "Just listen. She always to hum when she cooked. I never thought I'd hear it again"

Dean and Sam shared an uneasy glance.

"Look, just read revelations. The dead rise during the apocalypse, there's nothing in there that says that is bad! Hell, maybe its the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess"

Dean leaned forward, "Then what would you do if you were us?"

"Dad" I said with a shudder, "You know this isn't right. She's my mom and she means something to me too"

"I know what I'd do" he said in defeat. "I know what you think you gotta do but I'm begging you...please leave her be" Bobby begged, tears building up in his eyes.

We all needed some air and time to cool off, especially a gun crazy man like Dean. My mom was a zombie, or whatever. She wasn't meant to be here and I knew that better than my own damn father apparently. Sitting at a diner down the road, I slumped in my chair and stirred my coffee pointlessly.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked, staring at his cup.

"There's nothing to think about. We're not gonna leave Bobby at home with the bride of Frankenstein" Dean answered, looking at me, "No offence"

I shrugged my shoulders, "None taken"

Sam shifted uncomfortably, "Then what do you wanna do? Just walk in there in front of Bobby and blow her skull off?"

Dean paused, "If she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special then I'd like to be there"

Sam sighed in annoyance, "Fine, I'll go with Isabelle and see what else we can find out"

"Sheriff Mills seems pretty normal, what's to say this isn't a bad thing?" I said, walking beside Sam. We stood out the front of a large old house, looking to be owned by someone old. "Could this be something good?"

Sam examined the front door, "I'd much rather not have to do what Dean does but things like this don't just happen without an adverse reaction." He replied, pressing his lips together.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, dead people coming back to life isn't classified as normal"

"Ezra! Ezra Jones?" Sam called out, knocking on the door, "My name's Sam, I'd like to talk to you"

There was no reply.

I looked to the ground and saw a blood trail leading from the steps into the house. "Sam, look" I pointed out.

Without a second thought, he knelt down and picked the lock open.

"Old people definitely live here" I noted, seeing the contents of the house it looked as if the occupants were some serious hoarders. "Did someone die in here?" I almost choked, covering my mouth with my jacket sleeve.

Sam shrugged, "Ezra Jones?" he asked, seeing an old woman laying almost dead on a bed in the sitting room. She looked to be rotting from the outside and dying on the inside. Sam took a few steps towards her, "Are you Ezra Jones?"

She nodded, coughing up grey goo. It dribbled down her chin. Her hand weakly signalled Sam to walk closer.

Sam looked back at me.

"She's talking to you, I've got your back" I assured, patting the space on his back above his butt.

Ezra coughed some more, her breathing sounded strained.

"W-what is it?" Sam asked, scrunching his nose.

She waved him over again, this time more aggressively.

"Do you think you could maybe tell me from here?" He asked, clearly not wanting to step another foot closer.

A couple more chesty coughs and she kept waving him over. Must be something damn important.

Sam let out a deep breath, "I'm gonna regret this" he muttered.

"She's old Sam, doesn't exactly look like she could drop you" I whispered.

A few seconds past before Sam slowly stepped forward, inching closer towards the unwell woman. Goo dribbled from her mouth as he got closer. I took my eyes off them for a moment to scan the rest of the house, that one micro second that I looked away Sam was thrown to the ground and Ezra pounced on him in pure hunger.

Pulling the gun from my back I ran over, placing a hand on her shoulder she swipe a hand at me and I flew into the wall, feeling a tear in the stitches I had. "Sammy!" I called out, jumping to my feet. Reaching for my gun I fired it.

Ezra dropped on top of Sam, Lifeless.

Sam pushed her off, grabbed a rag from the bed and wiped the goo from his face. "What were saying about her being old?" he eyed me.

I let out a breath, cradling my open wound. "Honest mistake"

~YEEEEE, I done it again. Eat dirt.