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The shades are drawn, and Mark peers through them cautiously. A few people are gathered outside.

Behind him, Sam pulls out a hunting knife and checks the blade as Dean loads a gun. Isabeau props her right foot up on a chair, strapping on her gun holster to her thigh, sliding in her gun and doing the same thing with the other thigh.

Sam and Isabeau exchange a look and both glance at Dean worried. Isabeau shakes her head, and sighs, looking through the rest of the weapons.

In the lab, Pam has just dropped a vial of blood and she screams, "Oh god! Is there any on me? Am I okay?"

"You're clean, you're okay." Dr. Lee reassures. Sam, Isabeau and Dean run in at the commotion.

"Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!" Pam begs.

"No, we can't, because those things are everywhere." Dean says.

Pam sinks down, "Oh god…"

"Hey, shh, shh." Dr. Lee tries to calm Pam down.

Sam turns to Dean, Isabeau and Mark, speaking quietly, "She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming."

"Yeah, good point. Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty." Dean jokes.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles- even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives." Mark informs them.

Isabeau glances up at a shelf of medical supplies and gets an idea. She smirks, "We could make some."

She goes to the shelf and takes down a bottle of Potassium Chloride. Just then, someone starts pounding frantically on the front door. The boys and Isabeau run out.

"Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!" A man shouts from outside.

"It's Duane Tanner!" Mark tells them. He opens the door and lets Duane in.

He has a backpack and is limping, "Thank god."

Duane breathes heavily as him and Mark walk back into the waiting room. "Duane, you okay?" Mark asks him.

Dean leans over, "That's the guy that I, uh…" He clicks tongue, making a throat slash gesture.

Sam nods, "Yeah."

"Who else is in here?" Duane asks, taking a step forward.

Dean grabs his arm, "Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief. Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?"

Dr. Lee leads the group into the lab, "Pam?"

"Who are you?" Duane asks Dean.

"Never mind who I am. Doc." Dean gestures to Duane who takes off his backpack and takes a seat.

Dr. Lee glances back, "Yeah, okay."

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asks.

"I was on a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I... I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?" Duane asks urgently.

Dean turns to Sam and Isabeau, attempting a joking tone, "Awkward…" Isabeau gives him a look, smacking his ass as a warning. Dean looks at her in surprise as Sam bites back his lip from laughing.

Isabeau's eyes follow Dr. Lee's and see that Duane's left leg has a deep gash in it. "You're bleeding." Dr. Lee points out.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asks as everyone in the room shifts uncomfortably.

Duane looks up at Dean, "I was running, I must have tripped."

Dean nods at Mark, "Tie him up, there's rope in there." Mark moves to get the rope at Dean's words.

"Wait-" Duane stands up.

Dean immediately pulls his gun on Duane, "Sit down!"

"I'm sorry, Duane, he's right. We've gotta be careful." Mark says.

Mark steps out of the room for a moment to get the rope. "Careful? About what?" Duane asks, confused.

Isabeau takes a breath, "Did they bleed on you?" She asks.

"No, what the hell? No!" Duane exclaims.

"Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" Sam asks Dr. Lee.

"I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards." She says.

Duane turns to her, "My mom!"

Dr. Lee glances at him, "It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so... no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns."

"Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now." Sam says, grabbing Isabeau's hand.

Dean glances at Mark, who nods. With that, Dean, Isabeau and Sam leave the lab.

"Sit in that chair over there." Mark orders Duane and he follows his order.

The three walk into another room. "This is my vision, guys. It's happening." Sam tells them as Dean puts his gun away.

"Yeah, I figured." Dean says.

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

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

Isabeau huffs, "All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see."

Dean furrows his brows at her, "For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance."

He starts to push past Sam, who stops him with a hand on his chest.

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

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

"What does that buy us?"

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

"Well, it's too late for that." Dean tries to brush past again.

Sam stops him, "What the hell's happened to you?"

"What?"

Isabeau shakes her head and walks out of the room. She couldn't believe any of this. She leans against the wall, listening to their conversation.

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

Dean hums, "Mm-hmm."

Dean pushes past Sam a third time. Sam tries to stop him again, but hurls him against the far wall. He goes back into the hall and locks the door behind him. Isabeau pushes off the wall, "Dean?"

"Hey!" Sam exclaims, rattling the lock, "Open the damn door, Dean! Don't do it, Dean! Don't! Beau! Stop him!"

Dean grimly turns towards the lab door and pulls out his gun. He slides out the clip, taps it on the gun, then replaces it.

Isabeau stands beside him, grabbing his arm, "Dean, think about this."

Dean glances at her, saying nothing.

Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it Duane is tied to a chair. Pam, Dr. Lee and Mark stand nearby.

Duane looks up as Dean opens the door and enters, raising the gun. Isabeau is right behind him, frowning at the scene before her.

Duane starts babbling desperately, "No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna... no, I swear! It's not in me!"

"Oh God. We're all gonna die." Pam says in fear.

"Maybe he's tellin' the truth." Mark says.

Dean advances cocking his gun, "He's not him, not anymore."

"No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" Duane shouts.

"I just . . . I can't tell." Dr. Lee shakes her head.

"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I-" Duane cries.

"I got no choice." Dean says, raising his gun.

Duane sobs, "I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!"

"Dean!" Isabeau exclaims.

Dean points the gun at Duane with his finger hovering over the trigger. Duane sobs and the others watching in tense silence.

Dean trembles, hesitates, and finally lowers the gun with a grimace, "Damn it!"

Duane pants in relief as Dean leaves the room, grabbing Isabeau's hand to bring her along with him.

"Dean, what the-" Isabeau starts, but Dean cuts her off, pulling her into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

Isabeau could feel Dean shaking against her. Isabeau's face falls and she moves her arms to wrap around his own torso, squeezing it, "I got you."

Dean, Isabeau and Sam are preparing explosives with rags and glass bottles. Isabeau suddenly snorts.

Dean and Sam look up at her, "What?" They ask in unison.

Isabeau smiles, pointing at them, "First of, love it when you two do that." A hint of a smile appears on both brothers' faces. "And second," She shrugs, lowering her voice so that Mark couldn't hear her, "I wonder how big of an explosion I make with my fire. Kind of wanna test it out."

Sam shakes his head, "If you weren't a fire elemental, I swear you'd be a pyromaniac." He jokes.

Isabeau raises a brow at him, ready to defend herself but then stops realizing he would be a hundred percent right. She frowns a little, "You win this time, Stretch."

Dean leans over pressing a quick kiss to her temple, "Not to mention with your little lightning powers added to the mix."

Isabeau thinks to herself, and smirks briefly at the thoughts running through her head. She shakes her head, getting back to the task in front of her.

Dr. Lee enters, hands in her pockets, "It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right."

Sam and Dean share a look. Sam nods, and Dean lowers his head. "Sure. Yeah." Sam says and Dr. Lee leaves.

"You know I'm gonna ask you why." Sam says.

"Yeah, I know." Dean says, picking up one of the glass bottles.

"So why? Why didn't you do it?" Sam asks.

Dean glances up at him, "We need more alcohol."

Isabeau looks back and forth between the two brothers. She gets up, walking toward the dispensary. Sam stares at Dean for a second, sighs and gets up, following Isabeau.

They go into the dispensary and Pam is already there. "How you holding up, Pam?" Isabeau asks as her and Sam walk to the far side of the room.

"Good. It'll all be over soon." Pam says. She shuts the door and locks it. Sam and Isabeau, with their backs turned, don't notice.

The two turn around, stopping in front of Pam. "In fact, I've been waiting for this the whole time." She says.

"For what?" Sam asks.

"To get you two alone." She lashes out and knocks both of them to the ground. Isabeau slams her head hard, rolling over to the side to cradle it as it throbs. Pam straddles Sam's chest and hits him, hard, across the face.

Outside the room, Dean and Mark hear the commotion and arm themselves. Pam has a scalpel in one hand, which she slices across Sam's chest and then across her own palm, placing her wound over his.

Isabeau looks over, hearing Sam's groans. She narrows her eyes at Pam and suddenly, Pam is thrown across the room, and into the cabinets like a rag doll. Isabeau's head throbs even more and she hers a loud ringing in her ears.

Pam struggles to get back up as Dean kicks the door open and shoots her three times in the chest. She convulses and falls to the floor.

Sam reaches out a hand to Dean, who starts to lean over to take it, but Mark pulls him back, "She bled on him. He's got the virus."

Sam pulls his hand back, realizing it's true. Dean, stunned, looks from Sam to Pam, lying on the floor away from him.

With a groan Isabeau stands, pulling herself with help from the shelving unit next to her. "Beau? You all right?"

Isabeau's face scrunches in pain as Dean's voice rings loudly in her ears. She looks up at him, never really focusing on him as her vision was blurred, "I'm… fine."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head and before she could crumble to the ground unconscious, Dean runs up and catches her, "Isabeau!" He exclaims.

Sam is now sitting on a stool next to one of the examination tables in the lab. His hand brushes through Isabeau's hair, as she lays unconscious on the table, and has a bandage pressed to his chest with his other hand.

His eyes are down, and he's near tears. The others surround him and Isabeau, Dean pacing angrily, "Doc, check his wound again, would you?" Dean stops to stand in front of Sam, glancing down at Isabeau. He looks at Dr. Lee, "Doctor!"

"What's she need to examine him for? You saw what happened." Mark says and Dean looks over.

"Did her blood actually enter your wound?" Dr. Lee asks.

"Come on, of course it did!" Mark shouts.

"We don't know that for sure." Dean says.

"We can't take a chance." Duane adds.

"You know what we have to do." Mark says.

Dean glares at him, "Nobody is shooting my brother."

"He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself." Duane shouts.

"Nobody is shooting anyone!"

"You were gonna shoot me!"

Dean points at Duane, "You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!"

Sam looks up at his brother, "Dean, they're right. I'm infected. Just give me the gun and I'll do it myself."

"Forget it."

Sam shakes his head, "Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things."

"Sam, we've still got some time-"

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

"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 shouts.

"Dean!" Sam shouts.

"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Mark shouts.

Dean tosses Mark his keys, "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 asks. Dean looks at Mark and realization slams into place.

"Dean, no. No." Sam says and Dean looks over. Sam nods his head towards the others, "Go with them. This is your only chance!" He glances down at Isabeau, "This is her only chance."

Dean smiles, "You're not gonna get rid of us that easy. And you know Isabeau. She wouldn't leave without you."

"No, he's right. Come with us." Mark begs. After a moment of Dean not answering, he nods, "Okay, it's your funeral."

He leads Duane and Dr. Lee out the door. Dr. Lee turns to them, "I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals."

Dean shakes his head, "Oh, actually we're not really Marshals."

"Um. Oh." She nods, leaving, and Dean shuts the door behind her. He turns slowly to face Sam, who starts to cry. "Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something." Dean attempts a joke with a bitter chuckle.

He comes over to the examination table, looking down at Isabeau and caresses her forehead with his thumb. Dean wished so much that Isabeau was awake for this. She would be able to talk some sense into Sam and maybe even figure this out.

"Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here with Isabeau." Sam begs.

Dean glances up, "No way."

Sam bites his lip, stopping himself from sobbing, "Give me my gun, and leave."

"For the last time, Sam. No." Dean shakes his head, walking to the other side of the room.

Sam slams his broken hand on the table in anger, making sure to avoid Isabeau, "This is the dumbest thing you've ever done."

Dean purses his lips, "Oh, I don't know about that."

Tears fell down Sam's face, "Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you." He holds Isabeau's limp hand in his broken one, "It doesn't have to be for Isabeau."

"No?" Dean asks.

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

"Who says I want to?"

Sam stares at Dean, "What?"

Dean crosses to the other wall and pulls a handgun out of his waistband before sitting on the file 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? You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has-"

Dean shakes his head, "You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but…"

"Then what is it about?" Sam asks.

Dean doesn't say anything. He looks over at Isabeau, who still through all of this, hasn't woken up yet, "You know she wouldn't leave you?"

Sam shakes his head, "Dean, don't change the subject."

Dean raises a brow at him, "You know she would fight me, tooth and nail, to stay here with you. She would never leave us. Even if it meant putting herself in harm's way."

Sam bites his lip. He knew that if Isabeau was awake, she would be doing everything she could to figure out a solution to this, "I know." Deep down, all of them were tired.

They hear a noise outside and a moment later there's a knocking on the door. Dean picks up both handguns and crosses to it, seeing Dr. Lee standing there. He opens the door.

"You'd better come see this." Dr. Lee tells them.

All five survivors, with the exception of Isabeau still inside, are standing just outside the clinic and everything else in sight is deathly silent.

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

The next morning, Dr. Lee is looking through the microscope and Sam is seated on a stool, next to the exam table were Isabeau still lays. Sam looks at her worried, it's been almost a full day and she still hasn't woken up.

According to Dr. Lee, all of her vitals were fine. Dean and Sam concluded themselves that it was because Isabeau's power over telekinesis was growing. Isabeau said it herself that when her power grows, it takes a lot out of her. The brothers only hoped that she would wake up soon.

Dr. Lee turns to Sam, "Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. I don't understand it, but I think you dodged a bullet."

"But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?" Sam asks.

Dr. Lee shakes her head, "I don't know. But you're just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanner samples…" She looks through another microscope, "What the hell?"

"What?"

"Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulfur, nothing." Dr. Lee explains.

Mark and Duane are loading up a truck while Dr. Lee stands in the doorway of the clinic, "Hey, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come." Duane says.

"I'd better get over to Sidewinder, get the authorities up here. If they'll believe me. Take care." Dr. Lee waves them goodbye.

Mark waves to her and to Dean and Sam, who are leaning against the impala. Isabeau is laid out in the backseat of the impala, with Dean's leather jacket crapped on top of her that Dean pulled out from the trunk.

Dean nods his head to Sam, "What about him?"

Dr. Lee turns to him, "He's going to be fine. No signs of infection."

Dr. Lee goes back inside as Mark and Duane pull away in the truck.

Dean turns to Sam. Sam sighs, "Hey man, don't look at me. I got no clue."

Dean shakes his head, "I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean, why here, why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted."

"Why was I immune?" Sam asks.

Dean points at him, "Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away?"

They get in the car and pull away from town.

The impala is parked by the side of a road, overlooking a river. Dean and Sam lean against a fence, drinking beer. They look over seeing Isabeau walking down a dock a little ways away from them.

She was thankful that she didn't wake up with a headache, but when she was told what happened at the clinic while she was unconscious, she said she needed a little time alone to think.

Sam takes a sip of his beer from his spot, sitting on the fence, "So. Last night. You want to tell me what the hell you were talking about?"

Dean looks over, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Sam asks, recalling Dean's words, "I mean you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of Dad."

"Forget it."

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

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

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

Dean smiles, "And what if I don't?"

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

Dean scoffs, "I don't know, man. I just think maybe we ought to... go to the Grand Canyon." Dean looks over with a smile, seeing if Sam likes the idea.

Sam furrows his brow, "What?"

"Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country, you know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, have some fun with Isabeau?" Dean suggests.

Sam shakes his head, "You're not making any sense."

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

"Why are you saying all this?"

Dean shakes his head, turning away.

Sam stands up from his spot, "No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit."

Dean turns around to face him, "I can't. I promised."

"Who?" Sam asks.

"Dad."

"What are you talking about?"

Dean looks down, "Right before Dad died, he told me something." He takes a breath, then looks at Sam, "He told me something about you."

"What? Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asks.

Not exactly my favorite episode and I was kind of having a tough time fitting Isabeau in with it for some odd reason. Over all Season 2 isn't exactly my favorite season. It's a good season just low on my personal favorite list. I think that's why I'm having a little bit of a tough time with writing it. But, nonetheless it got it out, I'm happy with what I have and I hope you guys like it too. Also, there might not be a constant upload sometime in the future, just because I'm in the process of moving into my new house that needs a lot of work done. So, I'm going to work my hardest to get majority of the season done before that happens... hopefully... maybe... not sure. Don't quote me on this.

Feedback is my motivation.

Hope you all enjoyed!