February 24th, 2010 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Amy climbed out of the Impala with Sam and Dean. They had recently heard about a so-called zombie spotted in Sioux Falls and had gone into town to check it out.

According to one of the locals, Mr. Wells, a man named Clay Thompson had killed another man named Benny Sutton. After some digging, Sam, Dean, and Amy had discovered that Clay had been killed years prior.

Sam was on the phone, trying to get a hold of Bobby, as they stepped out of the Impala. "Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call! Okay?" He hung up the phone for the fifth time that morning.

"Is he still not home?" Dean asked. "How far could he get in that chair?"

"So, what do we do?" Sam asked as they entered the diner.

Dean nodded over to a man sitting by himself at a booth. "Well... Guess we just do it ourselves."

They walked over to the booth, pulling out their FBI badges.

"Mr. Wells?" Sam asked.

The man looked up. "You the agents that I talked to earlier?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Yes. Agents Osbourne, Butler, and Hughes." They sat down across from the man. "Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words."

"Call me Digger," Mr. Wells said.

"Digger?" Dean repeated.

Digger grunted in response.

"Who gave you that name?" Dean asked.

"I did."

"You gave yourself your own nickname?" Dean scoffed. "You can't do that."

"Who died and made you queen?"

Dean glared at Digger.

"Alright, girls, you can fight this out later," Amy said. She turned to Digger. "Can you tell us what you saw?"

"I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton's trailer through the window," Digger recapped. "Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead."

Dean held up a photo of Clay Thompson. "And, uh, is this the guy you saw?"

"Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah." Digger nodded. "That's Clay."

"And you are aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Sam asked.

"Yep."

"And you're positive that it was this guy?" Dean asked, looking for confirmation.

"You calling me a liar?" Digger accused.

"Of course we're not," Amy said quickly.

"Can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would want to kill Benny Sutton?" Sam asked.

Digger scoffed. "Hell, yeah. Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that killed Clay in the first place."

The three hunters exchanged a quick look.

"Is that a fact?" Dean asked.

"Well, yeah, so-called "hunting accident."." Digger let out another scoff. "Now, if you ask me... Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback."

"Go on," Dean urged.

Before Digger could answer, the bell above the diner entrance chimed.

"Owen, put down the cupcake and pick up an apple," a female voice said behind the hunters. Whoever had just entered was talking on the phone to someone. "Okay? Okay. I love you."

Digger sighed. "Heads up," he muttered. "Fargo."

"Digger."

Amy looked up to see a female sheriff with long hair pulled back into a ponytail approach the table. She was wearing a dark brown jacket and kept a hand in her pocket as she talked to them.

"Sheriff," Digger greeted solemnly.

The sheriff turned to the hunters. "I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you three."

Sam and Dean pulled out their badges. Amy quickly did the same, showing Sheriff Mills her badge.

"Agents Dorfman, Neidermeyer, and Jansen," Dean said. "FBI."

"Welcome to Sioux Falls," Sheriff Mills said with a nod. "Can I ask you what you're doing with Digger here?"

"They're doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff."

Sheriff Mills eyed the hunters suspiciously. "The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?"

Sam chuckled. "Look, we're just asking a few questions, Sheriff. That's all."

"Of course, if a dead man didn't commit the murder, then, uh, who did?" Dean questioned.

Sheriff Mills frowned. "What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?"

"Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us," Dean said with a smirk.

Amy sighed at Dean's comment. She looked back up at the sheriff, trying to place why she looked so familiar.

Sheriff Mills smirked. "Oh, yeah. How about me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?"

"Absolutely." Sam handed the sheriff a business card.

Sheriff Mills dialed the number on the phone. After a beat, she started speaking. "Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills-" She suddenly stopped short as realization crossed her face. "Bobby?"

Amy slowly looked up at the sheriff as Sam and Dean did the same. All three hunters had the same worried expression on their faces. The sheriff knew Bobby?

"Is this Bobby Singer?"

"Bull crap." The sheriff closed the phone and slipped it into her pocket. "FBI, huh?"

Amy rubbed the back of her neck as the sheriff narrowed her eyes at the hunters.

"So, uh... So you know Bobby Singer?" Dean asked nervously. "That is... a fun coincidence."

"Here's what I know about Bobby Singer," the sheriff said. "He's a menace around here, ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?"

Dean nodded. "I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes."

"So, whatever the four of you are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten-four on that, Agents?"

"Yeah."

"Loud and clear," Amy said.

The sheriff left, and without another word, the three hunters cleared out of the diner.

"Hey, you were quiet in there," Dean said as they climbed into the Impala. "Everything okay?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I was just trying to figure out where I knew that woman from-" she leaned forward across the bench seat as Dean started down the road, "-and I finally figured it out. I almost forgot she was even in this show."

"Who is that?" Sam asked. He opened the file back up and started reading through it again.

"Okay, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, that's a TV show here, right?" Amy asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, it's a show where I'm from as well, and in it, Zack and Cody's mom is played by the same woman who plays Sheriff Mills on this show."

"Wait, really?" Dean asked, sounding almost intrigued.

Amy nodded. "Yeah. I knew I knew her from somewhere."

Dean turned down another street. "I think that show is a little different here. They never showed Zack and Cody's mom in this version."

"Wait, really?" Amy asked. "Okay, first of all, you watched Suite Life? And second, that is so weird that they never showed her on screen."

"Yeah, I watched that show," Dean replied. "What's so surprising about that?"

Amy shrugged. "I dunno. Just that it came out only five years ago when you were twenty-six."

Dean shrugged. "What can I say? It was a good show."

Amy leaned back in her seat. "Can't argue with you there."


Dean pulled up to Bobby's house, and they headed inside.

"Who's there?" Bobby shouted from the study.

"It's us, Bobby!" Sam called back. "Sam, Dean, and Amy!"

Amy followed Sam and Dean into the study, where they found Bobby downing a beer.

"You know how many times we called?" Dean snapped. "Where have you been?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Playing murderball."

Dean stopped in his tracks. "What's that smell?" He sniffed the air. "Is that soap? Did you clean?"

Amy sniffed as well. It smelled surprisingly in the house.

"What are you, my mother?" Bobby asked defensively. "Bite me!"

Amy narrowed her eyes. "Bobby, you cleaned. Forgive us for being a little skeptical."

"I been working," Bobby said. "You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil."

"Find anything?"

Bobby let out a huff. "What do you think?"

"Bobby, it's just…" Sam glanced over at Dean, "there's a case less than five miles from your house."

"What, the – the Benny Sutton thing?" Bobby asked. He looked over at Amy. "That's what this is about?"

Amy nodded. "Well, yeah." She sat down on top of the desk. "Dead guy comes back to life and kills someone? Why wouldn't we look into it?"

"Wait, you knew about this?" Dean asked angrily.

"Hell, yes. I checked into it already. There's nothing here," Bobby insisted.

"Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder," Sam snapped.

"What witness? Digger Wells?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. So?"

"So, he's a drunk!"

"Well, what about the lightning storms? They look like omens."

"Except in February in South Dakota in storm season." Bobby shook his head. "Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."

"Alright, well, if Clay Thompson didn't kill Benny Sutton, who did?" Amy asked.

Bobby shrugged. "Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-a son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year-long wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass."

"So, you're telling us... nothing?" Dean asked.

"Sorry. It looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one."

"Great," Dean muttered.


They stayed at Bobby's for a few more hours before heading back out. The sky was already beginning to get dark as they climbed into the Impala and drove off.

They drove until Dean pulled up on the side of the road.

"Dean?" Amy asked.

Sam turned to his brother. "What's up?" he asked as Dean turned off the engine.

"Isn't that the graveyard back there?" Dean asked, pointing behind them.

Amy turned in her seat to read the sign they had just passed, which read "St. Anthony's Cemetery."

"Yeah. So what?" Sam asked. "Bobby already checked it out."

"And? What, Bobby's never wrong? Come on. We'll take a peek, and then we'll hit the road." Dean shrugged. "Can't hurt."

Amy sighed as Sam and Dean got out of the car. She followed them out and circled to the trunk.

Dean handed out shovels and flashlights. They walked through the cemetery, moving between the rows of headstones as Dean whistled softly.

"Hey." Sam stopped at a headstone.

Dean shined his flashlight on it, and Amy could the name "Clay Thompson" on it.

"That look fresh to you?" Dean asked, shining the light on the overturned dirt in front of the headstone.

"Yeah," Amy muttered.

Sam stuck his flashlight into his jacket pocket and began digging.


Sam, Dean, and Amy spent the next hour taking turns digging the grave. Finally, Amy's shovel hit wood.

"Well, that's not good," Amy said as she placed her shovel on the ground out of the grave. The top of the coffin was torn to splinters. She opened it up to find that the inside was empty.

"What is going on here?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. "I don't know, but something stinks."

Amy climbed out of the hole. Sam grabbed her arm, pulling her out, and she picked her shovel back up.

"Alright, let's get this place cleaned up," Dean said. "We gotta find out where this Clay guy lives."

"I'm pretty sure I saw it in the case file," Sam recalled. "He's got a wife and two kids."

Dean nodded. "Let's go pay Clay Thompson a visit, then."

The hunters filled the hole back up and headed back to the Impala. Sam gave Dean Clay'saddress, and they headed towards the house.


The house was dark when they arrived. Amy grabbed her handgun and followed Sam and Dean inside the house.

Sam pushed open the front door, leading them inside. They crept further into the opening, looking around.

Dean suddenly grunted as someone attacked him. He quickly got the upper hand, pushing the attacker to the ground.

"Don't shoot me!" A man in a grey shirt and striped pajama pants said frantically. "Please! There's money in the safe."

"We don't want your money," Dean said as Sam aimed his shotgun at the man's head.

The man looked up. "What do you want? Anything. Please…" he quickly turned his head back away from the barrel of Sam's gun.

Amy kept her flashlight on the man as she circled him, keeping her hand on her gun.

"You're Clay Thompson, right?" Sam asked.

The man looked up, visibly relaxing. "Who are you?"

"Um, FBI," Sam answered.

"FBI?" Clay repeated. "Oh, my God. This is about Benny."

"Wha… what about Benny?" Dean asked.

"He killed me!" Clay shouted. "He shot me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?"

"And on today's episode of 'weirdest conversations I've ever been a part of'!" Amy said in her best announcer voice.

"Are… are you confessing?" Dean asked.

"Please. I'll go with you. Just… just don't wake my kids."

"Y-you'll go with us where?" Sam asked.

"Jail."

"Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson, and you died five years ago?" Dean began.

Clay nodded. "Yes."

"And three days ago, you climbed out of your grave, and you killed Benny Sutton?"

"Yes."

"So you are, in fact, a dead guy."

"I guess. I – I – I don't know what I am," Clay stammered.

"Clay?" A woman asked.

The hunters quickly spun around, shining their flashlights on a woman in a flower-printed robe standing in the hallway just outside the room.

"I called 911," the woman said.

"It's okay, honey," Clay told his wife. "These men are the FBI. They're here about Benny."

"Why don't you come with us, Mr. Thompson?" Dean suggested. "I think that'd be best."

Clay grabbed a jacket and obediently walked out of his house as Sam, Dean, and Amy walked behind him.

As soon as they were outside, Dean pulled out his gun.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"He's a monster."

"He's a soccer dad," Sam argued.

"His wife is inside the house," Amy reminded him. "You shoot him now, she's going to hear it."

"I'll just be doing her a favor." Dean aimed his gun at the back of Clay's head.

"Freeze!"

Amy was suddenly blinded by a bright light to her right. Sheriff Mills and another officer had arrived.

The sheriff had her gun pointed at the hunters. "Drop your guns!" she ordered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. All right. Hey." Dean chuckled and put his gun on the ground. "Remember the guy you said that was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder?" He pointed at Clay. "There he is."

The sheriff put her gun away. "And?"

"And?" Dean echoed. "And you're welcome – for catching the undead killer zombie."

The sheriff pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Whatever he is or isn't, that doesn't give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street." She handcuffed Dean's hands behind his back.

"Shoot me?" Clay repeated.

"You're free to go, Mr. Thompson."

"Free to go?!" Dean repeated in shock as the police officer approached Sam and Amy.

"I can't believe you were gonna kill me," Clay said in horror.

"You're a zombie!" Dean yelled.

"I'm a taxpayer!" Clay argued back.

Sam and Amy were handcuffed as well and led to the back of the cop car with Dean. They got into the back with Amy in the middle and Sam and Dean on either side of her.


As soon as they got to the jail, Sheriff Mills led them to an empty cell. She held the door open as the hunters walked inside before closing and locking it behind them.

Amy sighed. "Okay, what the hell is going on here?" She leaned against the wall directly opposite the cell door.

"I dunno." Dean sat on the floor, leaning up against the wall next to the cell door. "So, what? Sheriff's on the take?"

Sam paced back and forth. He let out a sharp exhale. "Yeah. No. The zombies are paying her off?"

A cop walked through the double doors outside the cell, and Amy spotted Bobby talking to the sheriff in the next room. Sheriff Mills was sitting on her desk with her arms crossed, frowning as Bobby spoke.

"No fucking way," she muttered, pointing to what she was seeing.

Sam looked through the bars as well as Dean leaned forward to get a good look.

"So, what? Now they're friends?" Dean asked.

"I thought the sheriff hated Bobby," Sam said.

"Yeah, me too," Amy said, stepping closer to get a better look.

Bobby and the sheriff turned to the three hunters with disapproving looks.

The sheriff stood up from her desk and walked over to the cell. She unlocked the door and held it open for them. "You three are free to go," she told them. "But next time, I won't be so lenient. Do I make myself clear?"

Dean nodded. "Crystal."

Sam took ahold of the handles on Bobby's wheelchair and began pushing him down the hallway. "Bobby, I thought the sheriff hated you."

"She did till five days ago," Bobby admitted.

"What happened five days ago?" Dean asked.

"The dead started rising all over town."

"What?" Amy asked, shocked at what she had just heard.

"So you knew about this?" Sam asked.

"Yep."

"I think what Sam meant to say is, you lied to us?" Dean clarified.

Bobby grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and spun himself around to face them. "Look, I told you there was nothing here. And there isn't. Not for you."

Dean cleared his throat, lowering his voice as an officer walked by. "There are zombies here."

"There are zombies... And then there are zombies. Come with me." Bobby turned back around and headed out of the building.

Amy exchanged a glance with Sam and Dean before following Bobby outside.

Bobby got into his truck while Sam, Dean, and Amy got back into the Impala. Bobby drove off, and Dean started the engine before following the old hunter down the street.


"I can't believe Bobby knew this whole time," Amy said as they drove down the dark road.

"More importantly, why the hell would he keep something like this from us?" Dean asked.

"What I wanna know is why the hell is this town so calm about their dead loved ones coming back?" Amy asked. "I mean, Clay's wife seemed to have taken him back like it was nothing, even after he had been dead for five years."

"Yeah, I agree, it does seem a bit odd," Sam said.


February 25th, 2010 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota

They arrived at Bobby's house. Dean parked next to Bobby's truck and turned off the engine.

Bobby lowered himself out of his truck and into his chair. He led them into the house without a word, tossing his hat onto the table by the stairs.

"You want to tell us what the hell…" Dean stopped as a woman wearing an apron walking into the dining room, carrying a plate.

"Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were bringing company," the woman said, glancing between the hunters.

Amy studied the woman. She had short, wavy, blonde hair that stopped just above her shoulders. She also had on a yellow shirt with a triangle pattern on it and a white-collar.

"It's four a.m., babe. You didn't need to cook," Bobby said softly as he wheeled himself further into the room.

"Oh, please! I'll get some more plates." The woman left, hurrying into the kitchen.

"Bobby?" Amy asked slowly.

"Who was that?" Dean asked.

"Karen. My wife," Bobby said without missing a beat.

"Your new wife?" Dean asked.

Bobby sighed. "My dead wife."

"Your what?" Sam asked, changing his stance.

The woman came back into the room with three more plates. She placed them in front of the seats around the table and smiled. "Who's hungry?"

The sun began to rise as everyone slowly sat down around the table. Mrs. Singer brought out an apple pie and set it down in the middle of the table. Amy saw Dean lick his lips as Mrs. Singer brought out a pie cutter and cut everyone a slice.

Dean instantly took a bite of his pie. This is incredible, Mrs. Singer," he said with his mouth full.

Mrs. Singer smiled as she picked up the pie and behind Sam. "Thank you, Dean."

Sam and Amy frowned at Dean.

"Seriously?" Amy mouthed.

"What?" Dean defended. "It is."

Mrs. Singer served Bobby a slice of pie. "It's great, Karen. Thanks. Could you, um, just give us a minute?"

Karen nodded and left the room.

The three hunters simultaneously put down their forks and slid their plates away.

"Are you crazy?" Dean asked. "What the hell?"

"Dean, I can explain," Bobby began.

"Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?!"

"First of all, that's my wife, so watch it," Bobby said with a low growl in his voice.

"Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife," Sam argued.

"Sam's right, Bobby," Amy agreed.

"And how do you know that?" Bobby asked defensively.

"Are you serious?"

"You think I'm an idiot, boy?" Bobby argued. "My dead wife shows up on my doorstep, I'm not gonna test her every way I ever learned?"

"So what is it?" Dean asked. "Zombies? Revenant?"

Bobby shrugged. "Hell, if I can tell. She's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water…"

"Bobby, she crawled out of her coffin," Dean snapped.

Bobby shook his head. "No, she didn't. I cremated her. Somehow, some way, she's back."

"That's impossible," Sam said.

Bobby sighed. "Tell me about it."

"You bury her ashes?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"In the cemetery."

"St. Anthony's?" Amy asked.

Bobby nodded. "That's where they all rose from."

"How many?" Dean asked.

"Fifteen, twenty." Bobby reached into his shirt pocket. "I made a list." He pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Sam. "Uh, there's Karen... Clay... Sheriff Mills – her little boy came back."

Sam and Dean exchanged simultaneous looks with each other.

"So, that's why the sheriff let Clay go," Amy muttered.

"And there were no signs?" Sam asked. "No omens?"

"Well, there were the lightning storms," Bobby recalled.

Dean slammed his hand down on the table. "That's what we said. What else?"

Bobby rolled his chair away from the table and towards a desk nearby. He picked up a book and flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they, too, shall rise, and from him and through him," he read aloud.

"So, what, Death is behind this?" Dean asked as Bobby closed the book and put it back on the desk.

"Death, Death?" Sam asked. "Like "Grim Reaper" death?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah."

"Yeah, I remember something about him being in this season," Amy said. "Can't remember if we meet him now or later, though."

Dean rubbed his eyes. "Awesome," he muttered. "Another horseman. Must be Thursday."

Sam stood up and walked around behind Bobby. "Bobby... why would Death raise fifteen people in a podunk town like Sioux Falls?" He picked up the book Bobby had read from and sat down on the desk.

"I don't know," Bobby admitted.

"You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are... it's not good," Dean said. "You know what we have to do here."

Bobby sighed. "She doesn't remember anything, you know."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Being possessed, me killing her... her coming back."

"Bobby…" Dean began.

"No, no, don't "Bobby" me," Bobby snapped. He lowered his voice. "Just... just listen, okay?"

From the kitchen, Karen could be heard humming a tune.

"She hums when she cooks," Bobby said softly. "She always... used to hum when she cooked. Tone-deaf as all hell, but... and I never thought I would hear it again."

Amy sighed as Sam and Dean exchanged a glance with each other.

"Look, just read Revelation," Bobby insisted. "The dead rise during the apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess."

Dean leaned forward. "And what would you do if you were us?"

"I know what I'd do. And I know what you think you got to do. But... I'm begging you." Bobby began to cry softly. "Please. Please. Leave her be."

Sam and Dean exchanged another glance. "We need to go," Dean announced, standing up. "Now."

Amy reluctantly stood up and followed Sam and Dean out of the house. They got back into the Impala and drove away.


Dean drove them to a nearby diner. They sat down at the bar and ordered three coffees.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked as he stirred the creamer into his drink.

"There's nothing to think about," Dean said decidedly. "I'm not gonna leave Bobby at home with the bride of Frankenstein."

Amy picked up her spoon by the end, letting it wobble between her fingers. Finally, she set it down with a clink on the small plate. "This is just...I don't like this at all. Something's gonna go wrong. I just know it."

"Then what do you guys want to do?" Sam asked. "Just walk in there in front of Bobby and blow her skull off?"

"If she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special, I'd like to be there," Dean argued.

Sam sighed. "Fine. See what else we can find out."

They paid for the drinks and left the diner.

"Why don't you two go visit the other people on that list?" Dean suggested. "I'll head back over to Bobby's and keep an eye on Karen."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, alright. Come on, Ames."

Amy adjusted her jacket and followed Sam down the sidewalk, away from Dean.


"Who we going to see first?" Amy asked.

"Sheriff Mill's house is just down this way," Sam said, pointing down the sidewalk. "Figured we'd check on her first."

Amy quickened her pace to keep up with Sam. "Bobby said her son came back."

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

They reached a light blue, two-story house with the numbers '905' next to the door. Sam led Amy across the grass to a window on the right side of the door. They quietly looked through the window to see Jody Mills sitting with her husband and a young boy in a striped shirt. The sheriff was reading a book titled 'Spike' to her son.

Sam stood up, letting out a sigh. "Come on," he told Amy. "We better get out of here."

Amy nodded and followed Sam away from the house. "Who's next?"

Sam looked down at the list. "Ezra Jones," he read. "She's the first one on the list."

"Let's go pay Ezra a visit, then."


After a long walk, they finally reached Ezra Jones's house. There was an iron fence surrounding the property of a tall, grey-painted house.

Sam gave the list another look to make sure they were at the right place before leading Amy to the front door. He knocked on the door. "Mrs. Jones?!"

"Hey." Sam nudged Amy and pointed down to the ground.

Amy glanced down to see a small pool of blood in front of the door.

Sam tried the doorknob, pushing open the unlocked door.

"Mrs. Jones?" Amy called out as she followed Sam into the house.

There was a small cough from the next room. Sam and Amy turned to see an old, sickly-looking woman lying in a bed.

"Um... Ezra Jones?" Sam asked hesitantly.

The old woman was coughing and foaming at the mouth. She gestured for the two hunters to come closer.

Sam hesitantly stepped forward. "W-what is it?" He chuckled weakly. "You think maybe you could tell me from here? Yeah. I'm gonna regret this."

Amy pulled out her gun, pulling back the trigger as Sam slowly leaned closer to the old woman.

Ezra suddenly attacked Sam, spitting mucus onto him as she threw him onto the floor without warning.

Amy fired a shot into the zombie's head, and it slumped over. Sam pushed the body off of himself and got to his feet.

"Thanks."

Amy nodded. "Don't mention it." She slipped her gun back into her jacket, nodding towards a man on the floor with a bloody stomach nearby that Ezra had landed near. "Guessing that might have been her husband or something."

Sam wiped the mucus off of his face. "Let's get out of here. I'll call Dean, tell him we're heading back to Bobby's."

They left the house and headed back down the sidewalk. Sam pulled out his phone and called Dean. He told him what had just happened and that they needed to talk to Bobby about it as soon as possible.


It was a long walk back to Bobby's house, but they finally reached it late that evening.

Dean knocked on the door. After a moment, Bobby opened it up. He let out a disapproving sigh and let the hunters inside.

"Keep your damn voices down," Bobby said as they made their way into the study. "Karen's upstairs."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dean snapped. "We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?"

"The first one to come up."

"First one to go bad," Sam corrected.

"Ah, she was always a nutty broad," Bobby said dismissively.

"Nutty, how?" Dean countered. "Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?"

Bobby's face fell. "No," he said softly.

"Look, Bobby, I feel for you," Dean said. "But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!"

Bobby glared at Dean and began pushing himself towards the desk.

"Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning," Sam insisted. "We have to stop them – all of them."

"Sam's right, Bobby," Amy began. "Sooner or later-" she stopped when Bobby turned back around and placed a gun on his lap.

"Time to go," Bobby ordered.

"What?" Dean asked.

"You heard me. Off my property."

"Or what?" Sam scoffed. "You'll shoot?"

"If Karen turns, I will handle it my way," Bobby insisted.

"Bobby-" Amy began.

Bobby cocked the gun, never taking his eyes off the three hunters. "I'm not telling you twice."

After a long pause, Sam, Dean, and Amy finally left the house. They got back into the Impala and drove out of the Salvage Yard.

Dean stopped the car just outside the property. "He's crazy."

"It's his wife, Dean," Sam argued.

"And a zombie," Amy countered. "She's gonna go bad. They all are."

"We're his family, Sam," Dean said.

"Look, guys, bigger fish, okay?" Sam asked. "I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy."

"Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of 'em!" Dean shouted.

"All right? So?"

"So!" There was a brief pause before Dean continued. "I'm gonna have to go back there and… and… and kill her. That's the only thing I can think of."

"If he sees you, you're a dead man," Sam reminded Dean.

Dean shrugged. "Well, then, I guess I won't let him see me."

"Okay," Sam finally said. "Amy and I'll... head to town and rescue everyone – should be easy."

"Sounds like."

"There's no way even just the two of us will be able to take on all of these zombies." Amy leaned forward across the seat.

Sam sighed. "We're gonna need some help."

"What about the sheriff?" Dean suggested.

"Uh, last time I checked, the sheriff was pretty pro-zombie," Sam reminded his brother.

Dean shrugged. "Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her."

Sam scoffed. "How?"

Dean paused briefly, trying to think of something. "I don't know. You're just gonna."

"Yeah, that sounds easy enough," Amy muttered sarcastically.

Sam sighed. "Alright." He held out his hand. "Give me the keys."

Dean handed Sam the keys and got out of the car. Sam slid over to the driver's side, and Amy climbed over the bench seat into the passenger seat.

Sam started the engine and drove off towards Jody Mills's house.


There was a light on in the living room and kitchen when they arrived. They could see Jody's husband in the living room with their son while Jody stood in the kitchen.

Before they could react, the sheriff's son lunged forward, attacking her husband. Amy didn't need any pushing. She jumped out of the car with Sam and ran towards the house.

Sam kicked the door open and ran straight to the living room. Jody Mills was frozen in shock at the sight before her. A bloody trail led behind the couch, where Jody's husband lay dead with a torn-up stomach. Her son was slowly inching towards her, blood covering his mouth and running down his shirt.

Sam grabbed the sheriff's shoulder, startling the woman. "Let's go!"

Jody began to protest as Sam pulled her out of the house. "No!"

"We gotta get out of here!" Amy insisted as she ran after Sam and Jody.

"My husband!" Jody cried as they ran outside.

"Leave it! He's dead!"

Jody turned to face Sam. "That was not my son!"

Amy took out her gun as she spoke, making sure the chamber was loaded. "No, it was a zombie." She turned back to Jody. "And there are a lot more in this town that we need to take care of."

"Listen, Sheriff," Sam said. "Your town is in danger. People are in danger, and we need to help them now. Can you do that for me?"

Sheriff Mills shook her head, whimpering softly.

"Can you focus for me, Sheriff?" Sam repeated. "Sheriff?"

The sheriff took a deep breath. "How do we put them down?"

"Headshot."

Jody nodded. "We're gonna need weapons," she said, her voice breaking.

"We can start by rounding up everybody we can find," Sam said. "Where is there a safe place we can take people?"

Jody sniffled. "Jail."

Amy sighed. "Yeah, that'll work."

Sam nodded. "Right. Just, um…" he pulled out his gun, "give me a minute."

Jody grabbed Sam's arm as he turned to the house. Nobody said anything. She looked down at the ground sadly before flickering her gaze back up to Sam, as if silently pleading him not to do what he was about to do.

Finally, Jody released Sam's arm, and he walked back inside the house.

"I'm sorry, sheriff," Amy said quietly.

A loud gunshot rang out through the quiet neighborhood.


With Jody's help, they were able to round up nearly everyone in town within an hour. Jody rode with Sam and Amy in the Impala to the station.

Pretty soon, a large group of people had gathered in the police station. Sheriff Mills opened up the gun cabinet and began handing Sam and Amy rifles and shotguns.

Amy and Sam took opposite sides of the room, passing out guns until everyone had one.

"All right," Sam said as he handed a man a gun, "if I hand you a gun and you see a dead person, I don't care if it's your friend, your neighbor, or your wife, you shoot for the head. That's the only way we survive. "

"Uh, you mind telling us who the hell you are?" A man in a jean jacket asked.

Sam smiled. "Friend of Bobby Singer's."

"Town drunk."

"No, I – I thought…" Sam nodded at Digger, "he was the town drunk."

"Who told you that?" the man asked.

"Bobby Singer," Sam admitted. "Stay sharp. I'll watch the front door." He left the room as Amy handed over the last gun.


It was quiet in the station for what seemed like a long time. People paced around nervously as the minutes ticked by.

"How'd you get tied up with Bobby and those two?"

Amy glanced up to see Jody standing next to her. "It's a long story, but they kind of saved my life a few years ago."

Jody nodded. "Tell me later, then."

A gunshot rang out from down the hallway, then three more. Fast footsteps could be heard getting closer, and a moment later, Sam ran into the room. "Get ready!" he shouted.

The townspeople readied their guns. A swarm of zombies was close behind Sam. Amy counted maybe twenty as she aimed her gun at one of their heads.

Several loud shots echoed through the room as the townspeople fired their guns until finally, the last zombie dropped to the ground.

Amy panted heavily as she checked the chamber of her gun. She had five bullets left.

"Everyone okay?" Sam asked.

Murmurs of "yes" and "uh-huh" could be heard throughout the room.

"Sam," Amy began. Sam turned to her. "Dean."

"Crap," Sam whispered. He turned to Jody. "We gotta go. Now!"

"We gotta get everyone out of the station first," Jody insisted.

"Then let's hurry up and do that," Amy said. "But Dean is with Bobby and probably more of these things, so we gotta go now."

Jody nodded. She turned back to the townspeople. "Alright, everyone clear out!"

"What about those things?" a woman asked.

"Keep the guns," Jody said with a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"You see another one of those things on the street, shoot it," Sam added.

The hunters and Jody left the station and hurried to the Impala. They climbed in, and Sam started the engine, speeding down to Bobby's house.


The junkyard was eerily empty when they arrived. Sam, Amy, and Jody wasted no time running inside the house.

As soon as they entered, Amy heard something coming from down the hall. She quickly ran with the others around the corner to see Dean and Bobby trapped in the closet at the end of the hallway. The door was open, and Dean was hitting zombies with the butt of his shotgun.

"Get down!" Sam ordered.

Dean and Bobby ducked out of the way. Sam, Amy, and Jody shot all the zombies until the final one fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked as Dean and Bobby slowly poked their heads around the corner.

Neither Dean nor Bobby answered.

"I gotta go check on the townspeople," Jody said. "And get those guns back. I should never have let the entire town leave the station with them."

"I'll go with you," Dean offered, stepping over the pile of bodies. "We should check to see if there are any more zombies while we're at it."

Jody nodded in agreement.

"Alright," Sam said, "we'll get the bodies ready to burn. Meet us at the cemetery as soon as you're done."

"Alright." Dean turned to Jody. "Let's go."

Sam moved a few of the bodies out of the way to let Bobby through. Amy hurried upstairs, coming back down with several sheets for the bodies. She dropped them on the floor and began helping Sam wrap them up.

"Sam?" Bobby asked quietly. "Amy? Leave Karen to me. Please? I'll burn her body, I just...I wanna do it here."

Sam and Amy exchanged a glance. "Sure thing, Bobby," Sam agreed.


February 26th, 2010

The sun was rising when they wrapped the last body in a sheet. Amy helped Sam load the bodies and several logs into the back of Bobby's truck. When everything was ready, they got in and drove towards the cemetery.

When they arrived, Amy and Sam built up a pyre. They placed the bodies on top, and Sam doused them with lighter fluid. He lit a match, tossing it in the middle.

Flames instantly grew over the corpses. Sam and Amy stood back, watching as the bodies burned.

The sound of the Impala could be heard approaching from behind. Two doors slammed closed, and Dean and Jody approached.

"Well, if there are any zombies left out there, we can't find them," Dean informed them.

"How are the townspeople?" Sam asked.

"Pretty freaked out," Jody said. "Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers." She shrugged. "As far as I can tell, nobody's believed 'em yet."

"I don't think anyone would," Amy muttered.

"How are you holding up?" Sam asked Jody.

Jody opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

"Is that everyone?" Dean asked, nodding towards the pyre.

Sam sighed. "All but one."

"Bobby wanted to burn Karen's body at his place," Amy explained.

Dean nodded. "We should go check up on him."

"Yeah." Sam turned to Jody. "Want us to drive you home first?"

"I don't think I can go home for a while," Jody admitted. "I've got a friend that lives not too far from here. Thought maybe I'd stay with her for a bit."

Sam nodded. "Okay then."

Jody gave the hunters a small smile before turning and walking away.

"Meet you guys at Bobby's?" Dean asked.

"See you there," Amy agreed. She followed Sam to the truck and got in next to him.


Dean led the way back to Bobby's salvage yard. Sam parked the truck right next to the Impala, and they got out.

Bobby had his back to the hunters as they approached. In front of him was a burning pyre with a single body lying on top.

"So, thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there," Bobby said as Sam and Dean stood on either side of him, while Amy stood behind the wheelchair.

Sam took a deep breath. "Bobby, you don't owe us anything."

"Sam's right, Bobby," Amy agreed. "Especially not after what you just went through."

"Hey, look, I don't know squat from Shinola about love, but... at least you got to spend five days with her, right?" Dean offered helpfully.

Amy kicked the back of Dean's shoe as Bobby took a deep breath.

"Right." Bobby nodded. "Which makes things about a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to kill her?"

"Are you gonna be okay, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"You three should know," Bobby began. "Karen told me why Death was here."

"What do you mean?"

"I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota," Bobby admitted. He took another deep breath. "He came for me."

"For you?" Amy repeated, her voice shaking slightly.

"What do you mean, you?" Dean asked.

"Death came for me," Bobby repeated a bit louder. "He brought Karen back to send me a message."

"You? Why you?" Dean asked.

"Because I've been helping you, you sons of bitches," Bobby snapped. "I'm one of the reasons you're still saying no to Lucifer, Sam."

"So this was like a hit on your life?"

"I don't know if they wanted to take my life or…" Bobby paused for a moment, "my spirit. Either way, they wanted me out of the way."

"But you're gonna be all right," Sam insisted. "Right, Bobby?"

Bobby didn't reply. He stared straight on into the burning flames, not saying another word.