~Somewhere around a year later~

"Dean!"

Dean started awake at Sam's panicked yell, grabbing instinctively at the gun on his bedside table. Walking out into the hallway, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark.

"Sammy! You alright?"

"I'm fine, Dean!" Sam answered almost immediately. "You need to come see this!"

Dean stepped back into his room to place his gun on the bed, before making his way to Sam's room and being almost blinded by the bright light from the tv.

"What the hell, Sam?" He grumbled, rubbing a hand over rough stubble.

Sam pointed at the screen, where a news report was playing quietly. Sam turned up the volume, and Dean realized the report was from Seattle.

Johnny Frost?

And then...a dude from the military a few minutes later. "Oh shit," Dean breathed. "Liv."

"Liv," Sam agreed quietly. "Why do you think she didn't tell us about this? There's no way she didn't know."

"She didn't want us to panic, come back, and start randomly slaughtering every zombie we saw," Dean said through a dry mouth.

"Oh, hell." Sam muttered, staring grimly at the military man telling new zombies where they could go to get food.

"The zombie apocalypse is actually upon us."


A/N: Hi guys! Thanks so much for following this all the way through! I appreciate it so much!

I left the end open in case I ever decide to do a sequel, where Sam and Dean go to join Liv in Seattle. Tell me in the reviews if you think I should, and what should go down once the boys are in town!

Bye!