Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I found the town of Three Rivers on Google maps, so there is no ownership there either.

Roll Up to the Hunt Like What Up, I Got a Big Gun

"How's your ammo?" Charlie shouted.

"Six shells left." Pumping her shotgun's action, Baby took careful aim and shot the zombie shuffling towards her in the head. Blood and brain matter spattered all over the ground as it crumpled in place. "Make that four."

"You told them where we were, right?"

"Of course!"

The case she'd mentioned to Castiel had merit; zombies were roaming the streets of Three Rivers, Michigan, and they were starving for live flesh. She and Charlie had headed there the day before, and once they set up base camp, Baby had called the Winchesters. After letting them chew her out for running away and swearing that she wouldn't fight the zombies alone, Baby and Charlie snuck into the cemetery and identify what kind of reanimation they were actually dealing with.

But with typical Winchester luck, the simple recon mission went sideways when a mass of snarling zombies with the collective intelligence of a herd of flesh-eating cattle descended upon the cemetery, cutting off all escape.

"So why aren't those guys here yet?" yelled the town sheriff as he emptied his revolver of spent casings and slotted in fresh bullets. Dill Fairview had caught the two women poking around the cemetery and was about to arrest them when the zombies attacked. Now uneasy allies, he was trying to cover them as they reloaded.

"I don't friggin' know!" When Baby's shotgun clicked empty, she cursed under her breath and grabbed the barrel to swing it like a club, smashing the nearest zombie's head like a watermelon. "It's only a twelve-hour hard ride from the Batcave, they should've been here by now! I'd be here by now!" she yelled, teeing off on another zombie.

Charlie blasted away another group of zombies that were coming from the opposite direction. "We need a better defensive position!"

"Head for the gates!" Dill shouted. "My pickup's out there. We can gun it for the station."

"Run. I'll cover you both," Baby said.

"With what?!"

In response she reached into the back pockets of her jeans and yanked out a pair of .45 handguns, dropping the nearest zombies with a bullet to the brain each. Charlie and Dill took off like deer, leaving Baby to slowly back away from the undead stalking closer. She was careful to conserve ammunition and drop each zombie efficiently, but she could tell that it was a hopeless attempt. She just didn't have enough firepower in her trunk to combat the numbers.

A feminine scream pierced the night air. Shooting two more zombies, Baby bolted towards the cemetery entrance and saw Charlie trapped in the pickup's cab, leaning away from the grasping fingers of the zombie reaching through the half-open window. Baby dropped her empty gun and yanked out a large blade, hacking the monster to pieces. Blood flew in arcs of crimson red to spatter wetly on the concrete and fill the air with its coppery tang.

Then she heard the most ridiculous high-pitched honk in her life. Disbelief made her look away from the zombies and down the road as a neon-green smart car skidded up to the cemetery gates. Sam and Dean pulled themselves out of the little car armed with shotguns, yelled for her to hit the dirt, and blasted the hordes away.

Once the gunfire ceased, Baby got up and gingerly stepped around the bodies of the fallen as she made a beeline for her boys. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "Who the scrap rolls up to a zombie shoot in a damn baby car?"

"Our car mysteriously disappeared on us," Dean grumbled, stressing the word quite obviously, "and since we had to haul ass, we had to settle for the first car we found."

"Where's Cas? Don't tell me you left him behind."

"You see anyplace he could've squashed in? Like I said, we had to haul ass and save yours!"

Sam rolled his eyes as his big brother and Impala fell to bickering, then turned to Charlie as she approached. "Hey Charlie."

"Nice timing, Sam," she replied, emptying her gun cartridge. "We were about to get eaten alive."

"You sure took your sweet-ass time getting here." shouted the sheriff as he spat on the ground. "Now, you kids mind tellin' me what in the sam hill is goin' on here?"

"What does it matter? It's ov - " Dean stopped mid-shout as he noticed something. "Wait. Did you ever figure out which type of zombie you were up against?" he asked Baby.

"We came here to find that out, but we got ambushed. Why?"

But Dean had already glanced back at Sam. The younger Winchester gingerly dipped two fingers in a nearby pool of blood and rubbed it with his thumb. He brought it to his nose and hesitantly sniffed. "It smells a little like sulfur."

"Sulfur?" Baby reached out for a nearby puddle of red. "Why would zombie blood smell like sulfur?"

"Don't!" Dean yelled, yanking her hand back. "It's the Croatoan virus."

Sam blanched. "That's impossible. We blew that crap to kingdom come years ago." He looked at Charlie. "Are you cut anywhere? Scratch, papercut, anything?"

"It's blood-to-blood contact, right?" She was already patting herself down. "Nope. No open wounds, I'm good."

"Yeah," Dean said, rising to his feet. "But we should salt and burn everything here just to be - "

Dill suddenly screamed bloody murder and tackled Dean to the ground, his eyes crazed and a piece of sharp rock in his hand. The elder Winchester gave his own surprised shout as he struggled against the infected man. Sam pulled Charlie back out of the way as he drew his gun and pulled the trigger. Empty clicks - he was out of ammo.

"Dean!" Drawing her knife, Baby lunged for Dill and knocked him off Dean and flat on his back. Dill screamed and brought his stone around to tear the flesh on her left side. Baby yelled and lashed out with her own knife. Blind luck let her slice his neck wide open, and he expired with a wet, rattling gasp.

She watched the light fade from his eyes, then scrambled back to her feet and tried to stop the bleeding with her free hand. Dammit, he cut something vital, she realized when the world suddenly went fuzzy.

Dean's hesitant call of "Baby?" made her look back at him, Sam, and Charlie, who were frozen like waxwork statues with horrified expressions. Her heartbeat was pounding like a bass drum in her chest. It felt like the entire world was slowing down around her...

And then, quite suddenly, it stopped dead. Nothing moved, not wind nor land nor the three humans around her. Time stop, she thought with dread. Something's coming. Something bad.

"Hello there," said a cool female voice from behind her.

Spinning around, Baby brandished her knife at the new arrival. Short black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, clothed in black, she was quite a beautiful woman - and she was exuding a powerful aura unfamiliar to the Impala. "Who the hell are you?" she fired right back, manners abandoned in exchange for bravado.

"Do not be afraid." The woman gave a smile that was a poor attempt at calming. "My name is Tessa."

Good God I miss Tessa, so I've decided to bring her back! Sorry for the long wait!

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