The Undead

Chapter 3

'Dad, when's Dean gunna wake up. He's okay, right?' Sam asked with a worried glance as his dad sat at the kitchen table. John sat back and nodded. 'Of course, Sammy. Dean's a fighter. He'll be up and about before the end of the night. Now your job is to go and cover for us. Tell the office that Dean has the chicken pox, and won't be in for a couple of days okay?' Sam nodded and headed for the door. 'And Sammy.' John said as Sam turned to him. 'I want you coming straight home today do you understand me? We need you tonight.' Sam nodded again and left for school.

John got up from his seat and made his way upstairs to Dean and Sams room were Dean was deep in sleep. He opened the door and sat down on the bed. Dean lay peacefully in him bed breathing softly. Every so ofter a snore would come from him followed by a light moan. John put his hand onto Dean's and his moaning stopped.

'C'mon, Dean.' John whispered and got up from the bed. He made his way back down the stairs and into the basement where all their weapons were stored to get ready for the night.

Dean was also on Sam's mind as he made his way down the street to Molly's house. Sam could scarcely remember a time when Dean had not gone on a hunt with the whole family. Without Dean, a hunt didn't seem whole. There would be no one to cover Sam's ass even though he knew he could himself, it always felt good to know that Dean was there to help him out of a situatuation. Dean would be fine of course. For once in his life, Sam had to believe his father on something; it was the only thing keeping Sam calm at the moment, knowing that by the time Sam got back from school, Dean would be up and about wise-cracking just as he always did.

Sam walked to Molly's house and walked up the pathway. Just as he put his finger to the doorbell he heard a girls scream ring out from inside the house. Sam was startled for several seconds until he decided to just go inside to investigate. He prayed silently for the door to be unlocked as he reached for it. With an easy twist the door swung open and Sam quietly walked in. Inside the house was much different from the appearance it had outside. There was broken furnature scattered everywhere, the couches had white sheets over them and there was no lights on in the house. It almost looked as if it hadn't been lived in for a while. Sam walked over to the stairs a looked up into the darkness. He could see a faint light but it seemed like no one was around.

'Help me..' A voice whispered close to Sam. Sam looked around to where the voice was and found it coming from a small closet under the stairs. 'Can you help me? Please, I don't want to die.' The girl said crying. Sam opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to say anything. He still couldn't believe he was in the right house. All he did was nod and slowly unlatched the lock that was bolting the door shut. The girl slowly made her way out and hugged Sam crying. 'Shhh...' Sam said quietly hugging her back. 'Let's get you out of here.' She nodded and they made there way to the door.

'Sam!?' A voice yelled from a top the stairs. Sam swung around and saw Molly covered in blood. Blood that Sam didn't expect to be her own. 'M-Molly..' Sam stuttered almost heartbroken. Her family were a pack of flesh-eating zombies. That could definatly be a problem in their relationship, thought Sam. He held onto the girl tighter as Molly quickly came down the stairs. 'What are you doing here?' She asked casually as if she didn't have blood all over her and Sam didn't just find a girl locked under her staircase. 'I think we have bigger problems, Molly. Like what the hell are you?' Molly rolled her eyes. 'Sam, whatever I am, you'll never have the chance to stop us after we're done.' She smiled. 'I hope you've said your 'good-byes' to your family.' Sam shook his head and turn himself and the girl to run out the door. Instead, they both ran right into Josh. The girl started crying as Molly started to drag her away from Sam.

Sam jumped up and kicked Molly in the gut and then went to punch Josh. Josh caught his hand in mid-air and began to crush it with his own. Sam yelled out in pain a little and tried to fight back to free himself. It did little use to him as Josh brought up his own fist and punched Sam in the face. Sam stumbled to the ground and lifted himself back up sending Josh and himself over the couch and crashing into a broken chair. Sam felt something pierce his stomach as he landed onto Josh. He looked down slightly and saw that the wood had gone through Josh and Sam as well.

'Josh!' Molly screamed and ran over to the side they were on. 'Dammit, Sam! What's the matter with you?' Sam could barely listen. He was too shocked to see Josh pull the wood out of both of their bodies and stand up as if nothing happened. Sam tried his best to lift himself up but dropped down onto his hands and knees. A pool of blood was slowly coming out of Sam's new wound and Sam began to feel dizzy. Molly bent down to look him in the face and Sam saw her eyes turn white. She put her finger into his blood and licked it off her finger. 'Can't wait for you, Sammy.' She said with a sinister smile. Sam let out a shaky breath as he collapsed into his blood and let the darkness swallow him.

When Dean finally woke up, to find himself in immense pain, the sun hadn't set too long ago. He lay still in his bed not wanting to know what hurt or if anything was missing. Opening his mouth seemed like a really bad idea as he went to call for his dad or Sam and a shock of electricity went through him. Dean slowly raised himself off the bed and out of the room. He could here the television on downstairs meaning someone must have to be home whether it be Sam or his father, Dean had to slowly make his way down the stairs. By the time he got to the middle of the stairs, Dean gave up and sat down. The pain was too much and he had a splitting headache. He slowly placed him self on the stair and let out a whimper of frustration. Whoever was in the house luckily could hear Dean and walked over to the staircase. 'Dean! What are you doing?' John said coming over to help him up. Dean kept his mouth shut and reached with one arm over to his dad. For once in his life, or at least in his time being an 18 year old, Dean didn't care if anybody helped him for the moment. He was too confused to protest. His father should have been on some kind of hunt at this time of night, shouldn't he? And were Dean got all his aches and pains, he could hardly remember.

John helped Dean over to the couch and slowly lowered him. Dean looked up with a thankful glance but it soon fadded when he saw the worry in John's eyes. Dean opened his mouth slowly to speak. 'Sam?' Was all that Dean could mutter out. John smiled at him to reassure Dean that everything was fine, but the look didn't leave his eyes. 'I'm sure he;s just running late from school or something, no need to worry Dean. I wouldn't be surprised if he stopped by that girls house. I told him not to, but we know how good Sammy is with following directions.'

Deans eyes also turned to worry when the events of the night before washed over him. Josh was the one who attacked him. And if Josh was a zombie, there was no doubt that Molly and the rest of her family were as well. 'Dad!' Dean shot out faster than he had planned. John jumped slightly with his son's outburst. 'Jesus, Dean! What's the matter? Are you okay?' Dean nodded rubbing his cheek. 'Josh...he's a zombie! So that means...'

'Molly must be a zombie too.' John said nodding. He walked down to the basement and loaded his bag with enough weapons to kill a family of zombies; which he planned to do. Dean was up and dressed by the time John rushed up the stairs and made his way to the door. 'Whoa, Dean. Where do you think you're going?'

'I have to help you.' Dean said a little more better than earlier. 'Sam needs us.'

'Dean,' John began shaking his head. 'you're in no condition to fight.'

Dean nodded in protest. 'I'll take it easy, I'll cover you. And I took extra strength pain killers. Besides, I've fought being a lot worse, I have to help you.'

The look in Dean's face showed that he wasn't going to back down. 'Alright, you cover me. Nothing else do you understand?'

'Yes, sir.' Dean nodded and they made their way out the door.


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