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They had been walking for hours and everyone was tired but they kept going anyway. Dean rubbed his head; he was glad that him turning into a lion was just a nightmare. He looked around at the others, wanting to socialize within their awkward little group. He slipped over to Merlin, the wizard. "Hi." He said with a smile. He felt Castiel's eyes on him but focused on Merlin anyway. "You're...um...a warlock?" He asked remembering the term preferred.

"I...prefer wizard." Merlin responded with a small smile.

"Well were I come from they prefer warlock." Dean said trying to make light conversation.

"Well were I come from, anyone who is suspected of using magic is burned alive." Merlin responded.

"Oh that sounds...fun." Dean mumbled sarcastically. "Well there aren't...good magic users in our...land." Dean said.

"Perhaps you just haven't found any yet." Merlin said.

"Yeah Dean. We hunt the bad guys. We don't really look for the good ones." Sam said.

"I guess." Dean said. "So how old are you kid?" Dean asked.

"Nineteen." Merlin responded.

"Aw he's just a baby!" Gabriel squealed slipping next to Sam.

"How old are you?" Arthur asked slipping closer to Merlin.

"Hm...Think about how old you are. Then think of that as a millisecond. I've been alive since before the beginning of time and will survive until after end of it." Gabriel said eyes wide as he stared into the distance.

"Oh." Arthur said.

"I'm thirty." Dean said grinning. "Damn Gabe. You're just a depressing old fart aren't you?" Dean laughed. They nearly crashed into each other as the three in lead stopped suddenly. Castiel and Crowley and Bobby followed by Michael and Lucifer, Sherlock and John, then River, Amy, Rory, the Doctor. The last few were Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Merlin and Arthur. "What happened?" Dean called.

"You should come see this Dean." Castiel called.

"And you too Sam." Bobby added. The brothers pushed their way to the front of the group before freezing. In the grass there was a word, carved into the dirt. The grass around it had been singed away leaving the word clearly visible.

CROATOAN

"Fuck." Dean mumbled before getting out his gun. "Zombies!" He yelled. He heard guns click as everyone prepared. "Aim for the head. Shoot to kill. Only if you have a shot. Don't waste bullets." Dean yelled as he pushed his way to the back of the group towards Merlin. "Hey kid, keep him safe." Dean said nodding at Arthur who had his sword drawn. "Swords mean they're close enough to catch you. Don't let em that close." Dean said patting Merlin roughly on the shoulder as he cocked his gun and then waited. There was silence for a long time.

"That's my job." Merlin whispered nodding and looking at Arthur lovingly. The group shuffled uncomfortably.

"Steady." Dean called. Then they saw them. The group rushing towards them from all directions. Gunshots rang out and the few in front went down but there were still more. Gabriel and Castiel rushed into the hordes and began killing from within the swamp of bodies. Lucifer and Michael were fending off the undead from John and the others as bullets flew into the swarm. More dropped but not enough as more pushed forward too. Fire balls, gun shots, angel blades, sword swipes, more fell. Over top of them came more. Bodies of dead as they pushed, lunging forward, clambering on top of the re-dead. Dean frowned as he brought out his last clip of bullets and shoved it into his gun. He chanced a glance at the others. Merlin was doing well with his fire, and any that made it past that were taken care of by Arthur. John had long since run out of bullets; either that or he just wasn't firing. Lucifer, Michael, Castiel, Crowley, and Gabriel were doing most of the work now. Sam had run out of bullets but Bobby was still firing. Dean unloaded his clip and another wave went down. He called Castiel's name but the blue eyed angel didn't show up. They were getting closer and Dean had nothing left to defend himself with. The gunshots had completely stopped; no one was going to save him. Dean shoved the barrel of his gun into the mouth of one as four more clawed over top of it. A mouth was descending on his neck, cold hands stretched his arms, he could do nothing but wait for it to happen. Then one shot rang out Dean's eyes tracked the path back to John, on the opposite side of the group, gun completely steady, the bullet mere centimeters from Dean's head. There was a flutter of wings and then there was Castiel, smashing, slashing, flapping his powerful wings, fighting off the last of the dead swarm. Dean slumped to the ground exhausted and soon there was John next to him. Taking his pulse. "You coulda shot me." Dean growled.

"But I didn't." John responded calmly as he stood back up. "You're fine." He said before walking back to Sherlock.

"John!" Dean called as he pulled himself up using Castiel's trench coat. The army doctor turned around. "Thanks." Dean said nodding. John nodded, seeming pleased at the praise. Dean turned to Castiel who was scanning the horizon warily. "You okay?" Dean asked rubbing Castiel's arm. Castiel's eyes landed on him, studying.

"Yes Dean." Castiel said calmly. "Although I fear the worst is yet to come." He stated ominously.

"Let's check on the others." Dean said nodding to Sam who was talking with Merlin while Gabriel teased Arthur mercilessly. They walked over to them only for Dean to retreat, not particularly in the moor for a nerd fest. Merlin and Sam were geeking out. Dean led Cas over to Sherlock and John. John was checking his clip of bullets and Sherlock was looking around anxiously. "Hey." Dean said awkwardly. "Sherlock right?" Dean asked offering his hand for shaking.

"Yes." Sherlock responded tensely, not shaking his hand. "Dean." Sherlock said, John looked up, knowing what was coming. "Dean Daddy issues Winchester. American, not very bright, probably because you never finished school. You're overprotective of your brother, probably from the daddy issues, and of him." Sherlock said turning to Castiel. "Even though you're the one that needs protecting." He finished, turning back to Dean.

"You know what? I was trying to socialize. Fuck you." Dean snapped before dragging Castiel off. "Sammy could have said hi and he would've spilled his guts and cried like a pansy bitch but I say hi and fucking shit hell rains down." Dean growled. Castiel's hand was clutched in his tight hold as he slumped to the ground, pulling Cas down with him. They looked up when they heard footsteps moving towards them. It was John, dragging a very grumpy looking Sherlock.

"I...apologize." Sherlock said through clenched teeth. Dean smirked at John who was holding Sherlock by his hand, fingers squeezing the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger.

"How did you know all that?" Castiel asked before Dean could say something stupid or insulting or both.

"Easy." Sherlock said. "You would only be overprotective by nature if you had parent issues. Also, you flinch slightly when anything unexpected happens. You make eye contact easily, but you don't do so challengingly, you're a soldier, a follower, not a leader, something only a father of military background can instill in their child. Father because of general statistics. The words you use and your accent means American. Your limited vocabulary makes it obvious you didn't finish school, probably because you moved around a lot."

"Wow." Dean said wide eyed.

"Am I wrong?" Sherlock asked haughtily. Dean opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Castiel.

"No. It is as if you can read his very soul." Castiel said in awe. Dean felt suddenly very uncomfortable. He'd never felt this exposed, this raw with anyone but Cas. It was too...intimate. He put his hand gently on Castiel's wing; if he was going to be uncomfortable Cas was too.

"Dean!" Sam called; he'd moved on from Merlin and was now chatting with Rory while the doctor inspected Gabriel. Dean smiled apologetically at Sherlock and John before hurrying over to his brother secretly relieved for the opportunity of escape. "Rory's died at least as many times as me." Sam said gleefully. Dean laughed.

"Well, no one can beat my score." Dean said proudly. "About ahundred fifteen, hundred twenty maybe?" Dean said grinning. "Been to hell, purgatory, heaven, and back." Dean said. Amy linker her arm around his and smiled up at him.

"Wow that's crazy." She laughed.

"Ah...Amy?" Rory said awkwardly.

"Yeah...no." Dean said slipping out of her arm. "So what's his deal?" Dean asked nodding to the doctor who was waving a silver and green thing animatedly. The green end was glowing and it was making an odd noise.

"Oh that's the doctor." Rory said casually.

"He's an alien and he had a TARDIS." Amy said smiling.

"A what?" Dean asked.

"TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space." The doctor said smiling.

"It's a time machine." Amy whispered gleefully.

"It can take you anywhere at any time." River added.

"The blue phone box, you remember the one, that's my TARDIS." The Doctor said. Dean nodded.

"And...Um, what's that in your hand?" He asked nodding at the weird green and silver thing. "It looks kinda like a spoon." Dean said.

"It's not a spoon." The Doctor laughed. "It's a sonic screwdriver." He said before going back to waving it around.

"Dean." Castiel called. Dean went over to where Cas was standing with Gabriel.

"What Cas?" Dean asked.

"We need more ammunition." Castiel said. "I've been working on making some but I think I should be away from the group to test it." Castiel said. "I did not want to worry you." Castiel said.

"Okay." Dean said casually before going off to find Sam.