Thanks for the reviews again, it's been a response I haven't seen since the beginning of Crushed so WOW...

The film inspiration was Dawn of the Dead but Shaun of the Dead will do!! I am a Brit after all!!

But thank you, the fact you have a giggle along with it and the odd scare makes it worthwhile.

For any potential writers out there (you know who you are) FF is not that hard, all it involves is watching the show and thinking 'that's a great scene but I would enjoy it more if Dean/Sam had his shirt off'. In this forum we can let our fantasies run riot and let's face it...the CW is a long way off showing us gay martial artists and wheelchair sex. I love that you come to me for your fix ;-D

So I'll give you a little reward here to get over the past trauma's...baby names.

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Dean was done with playing with the door by now and was rubbing his hands together trying to think of another option. The water had gone past the bandage on his calf which was actually ok as he could no longer feel anything below the knee. He knew he wouldn't submit to hypothermia anytime soon but it was only a matter of time.

The bank was a tiny Mall branch which meant the vault was equally small and the only things in it were safety deposit boxes. They were thankfully stacked six foot high in an eight foot high room which meant that he could perch Dylan on top of them with Dean's leather jacket shielding him from the worst of the downpour. Neverthless the little boys teeth were chattering as he tried to keep the conversation going.

Brooke was Dean's major worry, there was nowhere for her to sit but on the floor and that had long since become an impossibility. It had taken only thirty minutes for her to be thigh deep in the water and soon she would be floating. Even if he could get her out of the icy water that was filling up the vault there was nothing he could do about the sprinkler. His last attempt to vandalize it had only made matters worse. He rubbed at his cold and wet face before wading towards her and taking off her drenched jacket.

"It'll do you more harm than good." He whispered as he let it drop into the water.

Even under the grim green security lighting he could see her lips were turning blue but she still managed to smile. "If I tell you something funny will you promise to laugh?"

"I swear if you tell me you're in labor I'll bludgeon myself to death against these walls." He said half seriously.

"Knock yourself out." She said without a hint of sarcasm.

"You're kidding?"

She shook her head and trembled.

Dean was suddenly serious as he rubbed her arms vigorously. "Ok, Sam'll totally kick my ass if I deliver his child and he misses out, so...I'm gettin' you out of here. You trust me?"

She nodded briefly as Dean looked around the room. He didn't know what the point was as the only ventilation shaft was a tiny six by eight inch squared hole and there were just a couple of pipes in the ceiling which provided nothing useful.

"Dyl?" Dean asked.

"Yeah?"

"If you try really hard, can you do your mojo?"

"Huh?"

Dean put his fingers to his temples "Ya know...speak to your dad and tell him where we are?"

"I've been trying."

"Really?"

He gestured at the walls. "They're lined with lead."

"Great, so you can't work your magic?"

"I'm not that good yet."

Dean felt really guilty for piling the pressure on and leaned up to rest a hand on his knee. "It's ok little Dude, I'll figure something out. In the meantime...let's chat."

"About what?" Brooke asked shakily.

"Baby names?" He asked knowing it was something that would keep her animated. "You thought of anything yet?"

"Yeah, we have the name." She answered.

"Really?" They both asked at the same time.

"Jinx." Dean said holding out his little finger as Dylan grabbed it with his own. "Well don't keep us in suspense."

Brooke shrugged. "We wanted something simple...ya know, to sign. We're going to call her Lily."

Dean smiled and said the first thing that popped into his head. "Lily-Win. That's cute I like it."

"It goes like this." Dylan signed the letters for his little sisters name as Dean copied him moving his thumb and forefinger making the sign for 'L', 'I' and then finally a 'Y'.

"Yeah, that's pretty easy."

"What about you Uncle Dean?"

"What about me?"

"What are you going to call your baby?"

"Jeez, we haven't even thought that far ahead." He said as he felt the water move upwards over his thighs making his balls retreat in horror. "You wanna give me some ideas?" He added as he scrounged around for something to prise open the door, more for something to do than in the hope it might do some good.

"If it's a boy, and I'm not saying it is..." Dylan started.

"You're gettin' a little diploimatic in your old age...spill."

"Ok, he's a he."

"The scan person can't even see a weener yet...how are you so sure?"

Dylan shrugged. "Am I ever wrong?"

"Fair point." Dean said feeling quite pleased.

"I think you should name him for your X-Man."

"I know the kid's gonna be tough but even I wouldn't want to go through school with a name like Wolverine Winchester."

Dylan giggled and adjusted the leather jacket over his head causing water to splash down. "No, Silly, Wolverine has a real name too."

"Yeah?"

"It's Logan."

Dean shrugged "Huh? Logan Winchester...that could work." He looked at him conspiratorily for a second. "Ya know it's the chick who gets to decide the name though right?"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, once you shoot your load your job's done until the kid's at least three."

Dylan frowned at him and there was a sudden splash. Dean jumped across the room to Brooke who had sunk to the floor. He could feel the cold in her bones as he grabbed her under the arms.

Although he wouldn't be able to give her much respite he knew he needed to give her some kind of a break so he picked her up and lifted her clear of the water. She clung on to him and shivered convulsively with cold as Dean wracked his brain to think of some way out of this mess. He turned to his nephew with a serious face. "No pressure Dyl but we need your Dad to come get us right now."

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"Did you see what happened to the others?" Sam asked Bonnie as she tried to remove his jacket.

"I don't know but if they're not up here and not down there..." She gestured with her head at the abyss. "Then they're ok."

Sam grimaced as she touched his shoulder.

"Christ, I don't know what to do." She said as she looked at the misshapen limb.

"Let me." Talia said as she moved into Bonnie's place and knelt at Sam's side. "I won't lie, this'll hurt but I know you can handle it." She said as she took his wrist and paused. Bonnie sat behind him and took his right hand holding it tightly as she braced his back against her.

Talia laid down on her back in front of him and placed her foot on his collar bone. She rotated the wrist slightly and pulled it as she kept his shoulder steady with her foot.

Sam screamed through clenched teeth but after a couple of minutes he tentatively moved the shoulder and he had to admit it didn't feel any worse than a bad sprain. "Thanks." He said finally.

Talia shrugged as they all stood up. "You're welcome."

"Where's Johnny?" He asked.

Bonnie's eyes were watery. "I don't know."

Sam tried to get his mind together. "The demon kids or one of them have to be here and Dean has the colt..."

"No he doesn't." Talia said as she took the gun from her jeans. "I have it. It was down there." She said pointing to the missing staircase.

Sam ignored the ache in his shoulder and hugged her. "You're a lifesaver!"

Bonnie looked at the devastation all around them. "What are we gonna do Sam? I'm torn, the kids are out there and need help. Dean and the others are in here somewhere too."

"I know." Sam knew that if anyone would protect his family it was his brother, he would do the same for Bonnie, Hope and Cole. He still wouldn't relax until he knew his wife and son were safe though so he made his decision. "We find Dean first, then we go get the kids."

They walked through the destroyed fire door and Sam held his hand out to help Bonnie over the rubble. The Mall had taken a battering and it was almost as cold inside as it was out. The glass elevator shaft had crumbled and lay in ruins as well as the central staircase and elevators, effectively leaving them stranded on the third story.

"Dean was behind us, so he has to be somewhere up there." Bonnie pointed at the floor above. "Only issue is how the hell do we get up there."

Talia moved forwards slightly. "And how do we avoid getting killed by the demon that's up there with them?"

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Like Dean and Brooke, Johnny and Steve had been forced to run for cover as the building shook and now they were separated from the others. Johnny was determined to stick to his previous plan of rescuing Cole and Hope and so hauled Steve to his feet. "You alright?"

Steve looked completely shell shocked. "I guess."

"You better be, cos that's nothing compared to what's out there."

"Is it too late to go stay with relatives?"

Johnny laughed and hugged him. "You'll do fine."

"How do you cope with this? I mean you all make it look so easy."

"It just looks way cooler if you act like you're not scared. You get extra points for throwing in a wisecrack too...just watch Dean, he's the master."

Steve frowned at his back as Johnny took his hand and began to lead him over piles of rubble and strewn merchandise. Johnny stopped suddenly. "What is it?" Steve whispered.

Johnny bent down and picked something up. "I think this shirt would look great on you. Here." He carried on moving like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Where are we going?"

"To the Pussy Palace." He said over his shoulder. "Now there's four words I thought I would never say." Johnny shrugged.

Steve had been full of confidence in the security office but was now having doubts about the impending break out. "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to take a little drive, ram raid a legalized brothel kill us some zombies and get the kids and the pensioner."

"Oh."

"Welcome to the wonderful world of hunting with Johnny." He said with a brilliant white smile.

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Luc was a dab hand with a sword and had no problem making mince meat of the zombies as he marched down the alleyway swinging wildly, lopping off limbs as he went. Cole held his position on the door stopping any of them from entering as he screamed. He heard another explosion come from the front of the building and knew that Hope and Bobby were facing their own battle. He remembered his promise to watch out for her and was desperate to get back there.

As the fight intensified the dead seemed to keep coming. Some looked no worse than jacked up meth addicts, others had a serious bout of decomposition as they attempted to get their paws on the two men.

Luc ran back to him panting. "It's no good, there's too many of them."

They backed into the doorway fending off clutching hands as they closed the door and pushed the cabinet back in place. Cole took a second to get his breath back before they both ran back into the main room.

Bobby was throwing the home made bombs out of the window but already a few of the zombies had made it into the building. Hope was roaring and covered in blood as she kicked out at one and punched another, spinning on one foot and whipping off a head in one stroke. Cole launched himself forwards to help her as Luc hurried to take the heat off Bobby.

"They better get here soon." Bobby said to him as he discharged a shot gun into a particularly ugly face. They needed back up desperately as the zombies continued to come in their droves.

"How many putain de cimetieres are there in this town?!" Luc responded. "No one cremates any more?"

They were joined at the window by Cole and Hope. They all took a moment and paused to take stock as the onslaught continued.

They heard a crash as the side door and the cabinet finally gave and they knew they no longer had a choice.

The window was high up but Luc scrambled up to it and sat on the ledge with no problem as he let off some rounds into the mass of bodies. "Take my hand." He shouted to Hope who grabbed his outstretched arm and walked up the wall to him. She swung through the window and landed onto one of the undead as Luc covered her from his perch.

Hands were tearing at her clothing as Cole and Luc helped Bobby through the window. As soon as he was down Luc joined them and Cole followed seconds later.

They stood back to back trying to create an opening in the crowd so they could make a run for it.

Before they could catch their breath something more terrifying than anything they could imagine happened. The corpses began to spontaneously combust into flames and the dead released hideous animalistic screams into the night as they were finally laid to rest cremation style.

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Dean was up to his chest in water now and Brooke was struggling to breathe as she fought a contraction. He struggled to hold her around the waist as she looped her arms around his neck.

He banged frantically on the door of the safe with a piece of piping he'd torn from the ceiling. "Sam!" He yelled. He had heard Sam scream when the quake had hit and prayed that he was ok. His brother didn't have the best of luck with collapsing buildings and he hoped it would be different this time.

He heard a noise and pressed his ear against the ice cold metal as he tried to concentrate his attention on it over the sound of Brooke's moans.

There was a splash and he turned to see Dylan was swimming towards him. The little boy gasped as the cold water hit him but grimaced and kicked his legs as he moved forwards.

"What are you doing?"

"It's Nitro."

"Huh?"

"The dog!"

Dean looked confused as he shifted Brooke's weight and watched as Dylan went to the door and clung to the frame. "Here boy! We're in here."

There was a loud bark and the scratch of claws on metal as the dog tried to get to them. Dean looked at Brooke's blue face stroking a hand over her hair. "Hang in there."

"What's happening?" She asked shakily as the water moved up to her neck.

"Dylan's about to pull a Timmy and get Lassie to rescue us from the mine." He smiled at her but could also feel himself getting tired. If he was succumbing to the cold then it meant the others wouldn't have long.

"Nitro! Go get help!" Dylan yelled and banged on the door as the scratching stopped and there was another loud bark. "Go get Dad!"

"Think he'll do it?" Dean asked feeling highly dubious.

"He'll lead them to us." He replied confidently.

Dean looked at the woman in his arms and prayed Sam would get to them as he realized that he could no longer stand up and breathe at the same time.

Their clothes were dragging them all down and no longer providing insulation against the cold. He grabbed hold of the top of the safety boxes with his right arm as his feet left the ground and the water moved all around them. He tried to avoid the direct downpour of the sprinkler but it was difficult. "Dylan, back up top." He ordered. "Take your sweater off, there's a good boy."

Dean took one of Brooke's hands and placed it on the ledge. "Hang on here for a second ok?" She did as she was told, kicking with her legs trying to stay afloat as Dean grabbed his knife and cut the heavy woolen jumper off her back. "That should make you a little lighter." He took the opportunity to place a hand on her stomach. He could feel the clench of muscles in her abdomen under his palm as she was rocked by another contraction.

Dean hadn't been at the birth of either of his kids and Brooke had also had a C-section for Dylan so he wasn't sure how long she had left as he tried to keep an eye on the time between spasms. He'd read the books and seen the videos so he tried to remember how close together the contractions would have to be for the birth to be imminent.

The thought of what he needed to do was wrong in itself and he was glad Dylan had his back to them. "I'm sorry." He whispered to Brooke as he slid his hand inside her trousers and between her legs. He tried to remain calm as his fingers found the top of the baby's head. She was too close and he knew if she gave birth there and then there was no way Sam's daughter would survive in the cold water. He took a deep breath as he removed his hand and looked at her. "Everything's fine."

He grabbed hold of the ledge and felt her arms go back around him as he kept them both afloat. He tried to remain upbeat as he felt her bite his shoulder to avoid screaming. "Dylan, I'm useless with Christmas Carol's...how 'bout you?"

Dylan looked scared to death as he stared at him knowing from Dean's eyes that they were in trouble. His Uncle gave him an encouraging look. "I think your Mom would like to hear a Carol right?"

Brooke nodded as Dean began to sing. "Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way...oh what fun it is to drown, laughing all the way! Hey! Jingle bells Batman smells, but it's gonna be ok...Lassie's gone to do his thing and Robin's on the way..."

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"I can get up there." Talia said. "Tie a rope and you can follow me up."

Sam looked at the drop and back up to the floor above. "You're sure?"

She smiled and went to look for rope.

"You think they're up there?" Bonnie asked.

Sam shrugged and tried to keep the fear from his eyes. "I can't get anything from Dylan and I don't know if it's me or of it's because..."

Bonnie put a hand on his arm. "They're with Dean." She said simply.

He looked at her and knew without a doubt that he would have kept them safe. "I'm worried about the demon. He or she is playing with us."

Talia came back with a rope. "You get to the others. Let me worry about the demon."

"No." Sam told her. She was almost as small as Bonnie and he couldn't believe her confidence.

"I've seen plagues, wars you wouldn't believe and I've lived to tell the tale...if we come across the demon I'll distract him and you get the others."

She didn't wait for an argument as she slung the rope over her shoulder and removed her boots and socks. She suddenly ran out over the drop where the escalators should have been and clung onto a small bracket on the opposite wall. She held on with one hand and used the rope as a lassoo to hook the broken railing at the top, she pulled on it and began to climb upwards quickly as Sam looked on. When she got to the top she knelt down and hauled up the rope throwing it to him.

Sam caught it and gave it an experimental tug to see if it would take his weight. He didn't know what he could do about Bonnie, he didn't know if she would make it up the rope but didn't want to leave her alone either. He could carry her up on his back but couldn't risk the hold breaking if the ballustrade wasn't strong enough.

She could see him try to reach a decision. "You go first. I'll be ok here."

"I'll be one minute." He told her. "I can climb fast then I'll pull you up."

She nodded and watched as he swung out over the drop and began to shimmy up the rope. As soon as he got to the top he swung it to her. "Just hold on tight, I'll do the rest."

Bonnie copied his movements and was soon swinging out over the Christmas display in the lobby as her cold fingers tried to grip the rope. Sam began to pull her up hand over hand and she was halfway there when he heard a sudden growl and stopped.

Sam turned and saw the guard dog Nitro with his front paws low like he was ready to pounce. His mouth was pulled back over sharp teeth as he growled at something behind Sam. His head whipped round and he went with his first impression. "Dean?!"

He blinked and looked closer knowing it couldn't be his brother as this guy was thirty years younger but the resemblance was uncanny. He took a hand off the rope and reached for the Colt.

The wind began to howl causing the rope to swing wildly in his hands as Bonnie screamed. Sam focused on making the shot as he pulled back the hammer and aimed. The gun shot out of his hand over the drop with Sam almost following. He braced his body against the railing to avoid getting thrown and felt the skin on his left palm tear as Bonnie's weight pulled the rough rope through his hand.

He grimaced and watched as the dog went for the kill creating a diversion as he looked out over the edge and saw Bonnie holding on for dear life.

The German Shepherd was thrown like Roadkill and disappeared through a shattered store window and Sam was cornered as snow swirled around him.

"Hey asshole?!" Talia shouted deflecting the attention from Sam as he grabbed the rope and frantically started to pull at it trying to save Bonnie.

The demon took a look at Talia. "A nymph? They're really scraping the bottom of the barrel now." he laughed as he put up a hand and she was thrown into a wall.

Talia screamed as blood began to appear on her shirt and Sam moved more quickly desperate to help her but also knowing he could only do one thing at a time. Her wails filled the air until another noise joined them, the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot.

Sam looked at the demon who paused and stared at his chest in shock. There was a sudden flash and he was gone as Talia dropped to the ground with a grunt.

Wasting no time, Sam kept pulling at the rope and seconds later Bonnie appeared over the edge with the Colt extended in her right hand. "Did I get him?"

Sam huffed as he pulled her gently over the top and held her. "I didn't know you could shoot like that?"

"I'm not just Dean's baby maker ya know."

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"What's happening?" Hope yelled as they tried to fight their way clear of the ignited zombies.

No one answered and she screamed as she saw that Cole's clothing was on fire. Without thinking she threw herself at him pushing him through the burning bodies until he was clear and began to roll him frantically in the snow. "Stay down!" She yelled.

"Hope, NO!" He shouted as she took her machete and began to hack her way through the wall of flames to her boyfriend and grandfather. She felt the skin on her hands blister on the hot metal as she swung her sword but carried on regardless. "C'mon! Run!!" She told them. Luc pulled Bobby with him as they made their escape.

Cole was suddenly behind Hope as the roar of an engine broke through the mayhem and chaos signalling rescue. He almost had to haul her away as she lost herself in battle resembling some great warrior like Bodecia or Joan of Arc.

One of the zombies made a grab for her arm and Cole swung out with his machete hacking off the animals limb which remained attached to Hope as he pulled her to the Impala. Their father's beloved car looked like a demonic beast as the mist swirled in its headlights illuminating the gore which now covered it. It growled menacingly as Luc climbed onto the hood and began shooting at the dead people to cover them. "Get in!" He shouted.

Hope had come to her senses and sprinted to the rear door jumping in next to Bobby and moving to make space for Cole.

Johnny shifted gears as Steve opened his door and Luc flung himself across the front bench, his legs still hanging out and his head in Johnny's lap.

The Chinese man laughed happily as he cranked the gears and skidded away from the scene. He looked down as Luc struggled to right himself. "I only know one phrase in French but Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir?"

Luc grimaced up at him as Johnny looked over at Steve with a wink. "It's all in the one-liners hon."

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Sorry I kept you waiting but it's my day off tomorrow so you'll get another update soon!