Raven hated zombie movies. That was a thing, a big thing. Her sister asked once to be taken to a zombie movie, Raven said no. They disturbed her. Not more than vampires, nothing ever could. Zombies were close though. The only real difference was that zombies didn't care- couldn't care- about anything. They just wanted to eat. Vampires had the capacity to say no, not yet.

Zombies were fucked up.

Raven dreamt of River Grove, Oregon. She woke up panting and shaking. She saw Sam in a similar state.

Fucking dammit

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Sam found the city quickly. The vision showed them both a clue that made the location River Grove, Oregon the only choice.

Raven ignored the fear settling in her gut. That was a constant thing anyway.

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The whole town was infected.

Raven cocked her gun, firing off headshots.

Whole town was infected!

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The Winchesters secluded themselves at a local clinic. There was a handful of survivors there too...not many, barely enough to be a fighting force. Raven could only watch as her and Sam's vision came to fruition.

All she really needed to do was convince Dean she was a good person that wouldn't dare kill someone who might be innocent. Nope. Not Raven, she would never.

...yeah she was in trouble.

Duane looked lost, looking around the group of survivors. Raven wanted to tell him about the rest of the family. He was so upset already at the mention of his mom. If Raven hadn't known he was possessed by a demon, she would feel genuine empathy for this guy.

"Dean, we gotta talk to you. Now." Sam ordered.

Dean obeyed. He nodded at another survivor, giving him temporary authority while the hunters were gone.

"Sit in that chair." The survivor ordered Duane.

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Getting Dean Winchester to do something was always an uphill battle. There wasn't a good chance of that here in this place. Sam was better at that than Raven would ever be. The fight Raven was fighting here was different than whether Duane should live or die.

It was if Raven was human enough to live.

She saw it sometimes. The look on Dean's face, whenever Raven said something too dark or upsetting or the like. The comments that were just a little too sadistic, too demonic. The same for whenever Sam was so set on a path, a path that John would've agreed with in another life.

They never seemed enough for Dean.

He would never kill her, Raven was sure of that. Even if she wasn't his long lost sister, Raven was still a good friend to the Winchester. He wouldn't let her die. It would upset him and Sam too much.

"This is our vision, Dean. It's happening." Sam told him.

"Yeah, I figured." Dean replied.

"You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not." Sam insisted.

"It looks bad, we know, we just need to be sure." Raven explained.

"Well, I think we're pretty damn sure." Dean told them. "Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?"

"All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see." Sam offered.

"For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance." Dean argued.

Raven and Sam put themselves between Dean and the door. "We can't let you kill him." Raven insisted. Dean killing that man meant a personal failure, that Dean's hard choice here would be that much worse when it was their turn.

"Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you two know that." Dean reminded them.

"It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point." Sam argued.

"We're not hunters that 'shoot first, ask questions later' people." Raven added. "We gotta be smart about this."

"What does that buy us?" Dean asked.

"A clear conscience, for one!" Sam snapped.

Dean scoffed. "Well, it's too late for that." He tried to push through them.

Sam- this taller and stronger Winchester- pushed Dean back. "What the hell's happened to you?"

"What?"

"You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean." Sam told him. "Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there."

Dean confirmed that. He pushed Sam to the side, Sam stumbling towards a wall. Raven took his place. Dean narrowed his eyes at her, preparing to throw her too.

"Try it." Raven challenged. "See how many bones I break."

"Raven. We can't take chances." Dean warned her.

"Exactly."

Dean rushed at her. Raven easily side stepped. She tried to slam her fist on his back. Dean must've known she would try that. He kicked at her leg, throwing off her balance. By the time she righted herself, Dean was locking the door.

"Hey!" She yelled. Oh she was gonna punch him when they got out.

Sam joined her. He tried to open the lock. It wouldn't give.

"Open the damn door, Dean! Don't do it, Dean! Don't!" Sam shouted.

"I'm gonna kick your ass when I get out here!" Raven yelled.

==GMB==

Dean didn't kill Duane.

He did get punched by Raven four hours later.

Duane's results kept coming up clean. Raven stayed distant from everyone besides Sam. Him, she could trust in not being infected. Dean was more likely to get punched again. Dean knew it too. Every time he looked Raven's way, he braced himself.

Being locked in a room wasn't Raven's idea of a good time. A lot of therapy went into making sure she didn't have a panic attack. So no, she did not feel sorry for Dean right now.

Nor did she feel sorry for Pam, while shooting the back of her head. The only problems were that Pam still bled on Sam and the blood spatter splashed back on Raven.

Damn.

==GMB==

Raven's hand was on Sam's shoulder. Usually, she was a lot better at giving comfort. Sam looked a minute away from crying. As far as he knew, he was about to be shot down. Raven was the only one who knew better. She couldn't exactly say 'hey we're immune to the Croatoan virus because we have demon blood!' Both the Winchesters would freak out.

Dean was arguing with the doctor and Mark about it. Dean insisted nobody was shooting his brother and sister. Mark was saying that pretty soon, they wouldn't be.

Daune tried butting in. Raven wanted to shoot him quiet. She told him as much.

"Dean, Raven, they're right." Sam stated, speaking up for the first time since the incident. "We're infected. Just give me the gun and I'll do it myself."

"No." Raven sat up. She moved to put herself ahead of Sam, blocking him from any weapon or thing he could harm himself with. "No. We don't know for sure. Nobody's dying until we know for sure."

"Forget it." Dean agreed.

"Dean, Raven, I'm not gonna become one of those things." Sam told them.

"Sam, we've still got some time." Dean argued.

"Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this." Mark reached for his gun.

Raven would've pulled out her's, except there was a chance Sam could snatch it from her. Raven wasn't going to lose a twin today- not again. Not for something easily preventable that didn't even fucking matter.

"I'm gonna say this one time- you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" Dean yelled.

"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Mark yelled right back.

Raven wasn't going to let idiots kill her family. She'd just gotten it, just gotten siblings that weren't idiots and were smart around danger. If they died today, Raven was killing everyone in this Author-damned town.

Dean tossed Mark the keys to the Impala. If Raven were more clear headed, she would take that action for the shock that it was. Right now? She wondered how fast she could use those keys for a weapon against Mark. "Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now."

"What about you?" Mark asked.

Dean said nothing.

Sam and Raven knew him. If Dean gave up those keys, then he was planning something Winchester Stupid.

"Dean, no. No. Go with them. This is your only chance!" Sam pleaded.

"You're not gonna get rid of me that easy." Dean argued.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Raven agreed.

"No, he's right. Come with us." Dean silently refused. "Okay, it's your funeral." Mark made his way towards the exit. Duane followed after him.

Dr Lee was the last to leave "I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshalls.

"Oh, actually we're not really Marshals." Dean admitted.

Dr Lee blinked in confusion. "Um. Oh." She left with no further questions.

Dean shut the door, turning to face his siblings. Raven stood firm. She wasn't dying today, and neither were they. Murdering everyone in town was still an option. Sam was crying. Raven tried and failed to stop that. If she looked at Sam again, she might slap him. "Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something."

"I've got some." Raven reached into her Bag. There was a deck of cards. They were Marvel themed, Dean wouldn't mind. "These good?"

"Yeah. Let's set it up-"

"Dean, Raven, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here." Sam pleaded.

"No way." Dean replied.

Raven handed over the deck. "We playin' Go Fish or poker?"

"I'm good for poker." Dean answered

"Raven, get out your gun. Dean, leave." Sam insisted.

"For the last time, Sam. No." Dean argued.

"I hid my gun where you can't use it." Raven answered. Deep in the Bag, a place where only Raven could reach.

Sam huffed in annoyance. He slammed his fist down, angrily glaring at them both. "This is the dumbest thing you've ever done."

Dean "Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?" Dean joked.

Raven snorted. "Was that the one that asked if a cloud was full of water?"

"Yeah."

Raven winced. "Oh yeah, that was stupid."

"Dean, we're sick. It's over for us." Sam insisted. "It doesn't have to be for you."

"No?" Dean asked.

"No, you can keep going." Sam pleaded.

"Who says I want to?" Dean asked.

"What?" Sam asked like the very idea of Dean giving up gutted him.

It gutted Raven too. She was always better at hiding it, or moving on over the tough conversations.

Dean pulled out his gun. He walked away from the twins. Once he was a good distance, he put the gun on a filing cabinet. "I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life... this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it."

"So what, so you're just going to give up?" Sam scoffed. "You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has-"

"You're wrong. It's not about Dad." Dean denied.

"Pull the other one." Raven accused.

"Okay, yeah, part of it is, sure, but-"

"What is it about?" Sam pressed.

Dr Lee came back, pounding on the door. Raven got to cleaning up the cards as Dean opened the door for Dr Lee.

"You'd better come see this." She told the Winchesters.

All three followed Dr Lee outside. Them, Dr Lee, Mark, and Duane observed the empty streets. The quiet air of the town was unearthly, disturbing with the lack of...anything.

"There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just...vanished." Dr Lee explained.

==GMB==

Sam and Raven were declared clear from the Croatoan virus five hours later. No specks of sulfur in their blood, or any odd behaviors.

Then again, none of the other blood samples had sulfur either. Dr Lee checked herself. Everyone was clean like the Croatoan virus was never a part of this town.

The Winchesters left it at that. The survivors agreed to part ways, probably also agreeing to never mention this town again. Raven wanted to stop Mark and Duane, to put a bullet in Duane's head. Normal bullets wouldn't work on demons. Still, it would make her feel better.

The boys agreed that this then had so many unanswered questions. What happened? Why now? Why did everyone disappear? Why were Sam and Raven the only two that made it?

The answers were in Raven's head. She was in no hurry to share.

The Winchesters drove out of town. They stopped by the side to assess themselves. Raven was grateful for the moment of peace while it lasted.

She recognized this stretch of road. She knew it like she knew most of the spots in Supernatural. The spots that caused the most pain, hurting her with a visceral pain. The same pain as expressed on the Winchester's faces, Raven felt back Home watching the show.

Dean handed her a beer. She accepted it, taking down half of it in a gulp. It hit her fast, a feeling of fog waving over her as the beer did it's work. She sat beside the boys on a fence, looking out on the road and the Impala.

"So. Last night. You want to tell me what the hell you were talking about?" Sam asked them.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Nothing weird happened last night. Same old, same old." Raven denied. She took another drink of the beer. She stocked up the other day, so her Bag came with provisions for when she finished this bottle.

"What do I mean? I mean you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of Dad." Sam reminded them.

"Oh right. He lied about that." Raven confirmed.

"Forget it." Dean dismissed.

"No, I can't. No way." Sam shook his head.

"Come on man, I thought we were all going to die, you can't hold that over me." Dean countered.

"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with me, man. You're talking." Sam insisted.

"And what if I don't?" Dean challenged.

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep asking until you do." Sam warned.

"I will also ask." Raven added in. "Hey. Hey Dean- come on, man, real talk."

"I don't know, man." Dean sighed. "I just think maybe we ought to... go to the Grand Canyon."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across the country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon?" Dean suggested. "Or we could go to TJ. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan."

"That does sounds fun. But Dean." Raven leaned forward, looking Dean in the eyes. "Come on. It's okay. You can say it."

"I just think we should take a break from all this." Dean stated. "Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?"

"That's fair, that's a completely fair question." Raven affirmed him. Affirmations were important when you were in a bad place. She wanted to help these boys however possible. "We can take a break. Go anywhere you'd like for us to go. First, you gotta tell us what's going on in your head."

Dean shook his head, looking down away from both of them.

Sam opened his mouth. Raven shook her head, asking for quiet. Sam gave it to her.

"Dean." Raven began. "We care about you, so much. You're our brother. You said a weight was on your shoulders. We'll help you carry it, whatever it is."

"I can't." Dean answered. His words were heavy and full of unshed tears. "I promised."

"Who?" Raven and Sam asked.

"Dad." Dean admitted.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

Dean took a deep breath. "Right before Dad died, he told me something." He looked up, first at Sam then over to Raven. "He told me something about the two of you."

"What? Dean, what did he tell you?"

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AN: So...the show is over...and becoming gayer by the day. Latest news was "Spanish dub" is canon, CW isn't, and the Rogue Translator is our new god. Now that everything is on the table it's time to lay in the groundwork to make this fic super gay. My peak writing style is "piss off the homophobes".

Happy Thanksgiving to all angels, bisexual hunters, and LGBTQ+ people dealing with said homophobes. I've adopted all of you, message me for positive parent messages.

Thanks to Mata-NuiXIII for following!