Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Leah belongs to me. Just a reminder SUPERNATURAL signifies a break in time. Please excuse any mistakes as I don't have a Beta but if anyone is interested send me a PM! As always please remember to ~Read and Review~ I don't like how the end scene gets cut off so instead of adding it on to the end I'm going to add it to the beginning of the next chapter.

Sorry it has been so long since I last updated, Hanna West this one is for you =)

Chapter 31- Headstrong

Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.

"Hello?" I answered my phone quickly hoping that it didn't wake Sam.

"Hey lollipop, wanted to know if you had any leads," Dylan answered on the other line.

"Dylan, we've been through this," I sighed as I quietly stepped outside our motel room.

"Yeah and I thought I made it perfectly clear I was going to be a part of this whether you like it or not."

"Well aren't you just the charmer you used to be," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing," I sighed.

"So…any leads?"

"No."

"But if you did you would tell me, right?" he asked as Dean parked the Impala.

"I've got to go," I said hanging up without answering his question.

"What are you doing outside?" Dean asked as he carried a twelve pack of beer and was snacking on some beef jerky.

"Was on the phone, didn't want to wake Sammy," I answered holding the door open for him.

"Sam?" Dean questioned as I followed him into the room and I saw Sam sitting on the floor next to his bed breathing heavily.

SUPERNATURAL

"Continue on O-R 224 West," the GPS on Sam's phone told us as we sped down the highway.

"You sure you're feeling alright?" I questioned nervously from the backseat.

"I'm fine Leah," Sam sighed, "There are only two towns in the U.S. named Rivergrove."

"How come you are so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asked.

"There was a picture of Crater Lake."

"Ok, what else?" I asked leaning forward.

"I saw a dark room, some people and a guy tied to a chair."

"And Leah ventilated him?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, she thought there was something inside him."

"What a demon? Was he possessed?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the yellow-eyed demon somehow…so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?" Dean asked trying to figure out what was going on.

"No, nothing she just plugged him, that's it."

"Well, I'm sure I had a good reason," I tried.

"Yeah I hope so," Sam muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked getting defensive.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Sam said shaking his head.

"I'm not going to waste an innocent man," I argued, "I wouldn't!"

"I never said you would!" Sam exclaimed.

"You think she would cap an innocent person?" Dean questioned.

"I didn't say that!" Sam yelled, "Can we get back to the topic at hand?"

"Fine," Dean sighed.

"Look, we don't know what it is but whatever it is that guy in the chair is a part of it. So let's find him and see what's what," Sam suggested.

"Fine," Dean repeated.

"Fine."

"Fine!" I added aggravated.

SUPERNATURAL

It was mid-day by the time we finally pulled into the town. It looked like your everyday small town nothing that jumped out and screamed something supernatural.

"He was there," Sam said pointing to a man sitting on his front porch putting together a fishing rod.

"Alright, let's go," Dean said handing Sam and I our fake ID's before getting out of the car.

"Morning," I said as we got close enough to the man.

"Good morning. Can I help you?"

"Yeah," Dean answered as he pulled out his fake ID, "Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard and Miss Hill, we're U.S. Marshals."

"What's this about?"

"We're looking for someone," Dean answered.

"A young man, early twenties, he's have a thin scar right below the hair line," Sam said describing the guy he saw tied to a chair in his vision.

"What's he do?"

"Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us," Sam replied.

"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet," Dean added and the man still didn't say anything so I thought I would try.

"I think maybe you know who he is…Master Sergeant," I said motioning to the military tattoo he had on his forearm, "My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal."

"What company?"

"Echo-2-1," I replied proudly.

"So can you help us?" Sam asked.

"Duane Tanner's got a scar like that but I know him, good kid, keeps his nose clean."

"Oh, I'm sure he does. Um…you know where he lives?" Dean questioned.

"With his family up Aspen Way."

"Thank you," Sam nodded as we turned to walk away.

"You know I thought we were supposed to be Marshals not members from ZZ Top," I whispered to Dean.

"Ok, so next time I'll use Metallica," he smirked.

We crossed the street and Sam bumped into a telephone pole. I rolled my eyes and kept walking until I realized he wasn't following.

"It's not like it jumped out in front of you, Sasquatch," I teased as Dean and I walked back to join Sam.

"Hey, look," Sam said pointing to an engraving in the wood.

"Croatoan?" Dean read.

"Yeah," Sam stated and Dean just looked at us with a blank expression.

"Roanoke…lost colony…" I said trying to jog his memory but it didn't work.

"Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?" Sam asked.

"Yeah!" Dean exclaimed, "Shots heard 'round the world, how bills become laws…"

"That's not school, Dean, that's Schoolhouse Rock," Sam replied.

"Whatever, who needs history when I have a geek brother and an encyclopedia for a little sister," Dean smirked throwing his arm around me.

"Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America in the late 1500's," I stated.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I do remember that," Dean said as if a light bulb went off, "The only thing left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan."

"Yeah and I mean there were theories," Sam started.

"Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out over night," I finished.

"You don't think that's what's going on here?" Dean questioned.

"Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good."

"But what do you think could do that?" I asked.

"Well, I mean like I said all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the yellow-eyed demon somehow, so…" Dean trailed off.

"We should get help," Sam remarked, "Bobby…uh, Ellen maybe?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Dean said pulling out his cell phone.

"Yeah I'll call Dylan," I said pulling out my own.

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"I thought we just decided we needed help."

"Uh-huh," Dean said as he turned his attention back to his phone, "I don't have a signal."

"Me either," I said and turned to Sam who just shook his head, "There's a payphone over there."

We walked to the end of the street and Dean picked up the receiver as I tried to fish out some quarters from the bottom of my purse.

"Don't bother," he said slamming the receiver back down, "Line's dead."

"What?" Sam questioned in disbelief.

"I'll tell you one thing," Dean said as he looked around, "If I was going to massacre a town, that'd be my first step."

"Well that's a comforting thought," I mumbled.

SUPERNATURAL

We pulled up to the Tanner residence which happened to be a cabin in the middle of no where with a sign on the door that read 'Born to fish; forced to work'.

"And here I thought we would be walking into Full House," I whispered to Dean.

"I wish, I mean that Aunt Becky had some great legs," Dean replied with a stupid grin on his face.

"Would you two shut up," Sam whispered loudly as he knocked on the front door.

"Yeah?" a teenage boy with dark hair answered the door.

"Hi," I instantly smiled when I saw how attractive he was.

Dean flashed his fake ID, "We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?"

"Yeah, he's my brother."

"Can we talk to him?" Sam asked.

"Oh, he's not here right now."

"Do you know where he is?" Dean questioned and I couldn't help but stare into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake."

"Your parents home?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah, they're inside."

"Jake? Who is it?" some man yelled from inside the house who I could only assume was his father.

"Jailbait," Sam whispered in my ear as Mr. Tanner came to the front door.

"Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane," Dean said.

"Why? He's not in trouble is he?" Mr. Tanner asked.

"No, no, no, no we just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all," Dean answered.

"When's he due back from his trip?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, maybe your wife knows," I tried.

"No, I don't know, she's not here right now."

"Oh, your son said she was," I replied quickly picking up that something wasn't right.

"Did I?" Jake questioned.

"She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?"

"Oh no, we'll just check in on you later," Dean said as we turned and walked down off the porch as the shut the door behind us.

"That was creepy, right?" I questioned hoping I wasn't the only one who picked up on something weird, "A little too Stepford?"

"Big time," Sam agreed and Dean nodded.

We snuck around the back of the house and peered into one of the windows where we could see Mrs. Tanner tied to a chair and gagged. We watched as Jake rolled up his sleeve so that his father could cut his arm making him bleed onto his mother's shoulder.

"What the…" I started to say as Dean kicked in the backdoor.

Mr. Tanner charged at us with the knife and Dean and I both raised our guns and shot him in the chest. During all the commotion Jake ran and jumped out the window. Sam raised his gun and aimed out the window but never took a shot.

SUPERNATURAL

We pulled up to the medical center in town and as Sam helped Mrs. Tanner out of the car and inside as I helped Dean grab Mr. Tanner from the trunk.

"Is that…" the doctor started as we carried the dead body inside.

"Mr. Tanner," I said grunting a little beneath the dead weight.

"Was he attacked too?" she asked.

"Uh…no, actually he did the attacking and then got himself shot," Dean answered.

"Shot?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"And who are you?"

"U.S. Marshals, I'd show you my badge, but…" I trailed off motioning to the dead man Dean and I was carrying.

"Oh, sorry. Bring him back here," she said as she led us further into the medical center.

We laid him down on an empty gurney she told us to and met up with Sam and the doctor who was in with Mrs. Tanner.

"Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?" the doctor questioned in disbelief.

"They beat me…tied me up…" Mrs. Tanner answered through her tears.

"Should have known something was wrong with him when you thought he was hot," Dean mumbled in my ear which in turn got him hit upside the head.

"I don't believe it," the nurse in the room said.

"Pam," the doctor said looking at the nurse before turning her attention back to Mrs. Tanner, "Beverly, do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?"

"No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son and the next, they had the devil in them."

"We got to talk," Dean said as he walked out of the room and Sam and I followed, "Those guys were whacked out of their gourds."

"What do you think…multiple demons, mass possession?" I asked once we were out of ear shot of anyone.

"If it is possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a freaking Shriner convention," Dean scoffed.

"Great," Sam sighed before adding, "We should have known something was up as soon as Leah thought he was hot."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

"You always go for the bad guys."

"Of course we could talk about the actual case. You know one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside," Dean stated.

"I don't know man," Sam said shaking his head, "We didn't see any demon smoke with Tanner or any of the other usual signs."

"Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster," Dean mentioned.

"And you know," I said looking over to Sam, "If you would have taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about."

"I'm sorry, alright? Is that what you want to hear? I hesitated, Leah, it was a kid!"

"No, it was an 'it'. Not the best time to have a bleeding heart, Sam," I retorted as I heard the doctor walking down the hallway before appearing in the room we were talking in.

"How's the patient?" Sam asked.

"Terrible! What the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know," Dean answered.

"Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbor."

"We didn't have a choice," I stated hoping that Sam would pick up on the fact I was mostly directing it towards him.

"Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner…"

"Phones are down," Sam informed her.

"I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?"

"Yeah we do but it crapped out just like everything else," Sam replied.

"I don't understand what is happening."

"How far is it to the next town?" I asked.

"It's about forty miles to Sidewinder."

"Alright, I'm going to go down there, see if I can find some help," I said before patting Sam on the shoulder, "My partner will stick around, keep you guys safe."

"Safe from what?"

"We'll get back to you on that," I said as I reached my hand out to Dean for the keys.

"Excuse us," Dean said grabbing my arm and pulling me outside, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Hoping that if I get to the next town over I can get some help," I answered confused on why he thought this was such a bad idea.

"By yourself?" Dean questioned.

"Well someone should stay here incase Jake shows up and we both know Sam won't take the shot."

"So I'll go, you stay," Dean offered.

"No because if I stay I might shoot Sam, give me the keys I'll be fine," I said with my hand out again.

"You know every time you say you'll be fine, you aren't."

"Well I've got to be right one of these times," I shrugged.

"Phones are out Le, if something happens there will be no way for you to get a hold of us."

"And I'll be the one with the full arsenal in the trunk; it's you two that I should be worried about."

"I don't like this," Dean sighed as he pulled out the keys from his pocket.

"Since when have I ever let that stop me?" I smirked as I grabbed the keys and jogged over to the Impala.

"Be careful!" Dean yelled after me and I blew him a sarcastic kiss as I got behind the wheel.

I drove for about fifteen minutes before I had to stop because of a wrecked car with Oregon plates. I took my gun out of the small of my back as I carefully walked up to the car to investigate. Every window in the car was smashed and the seats were covered in blood but there were no bodies. Outside the driver's side door was a large bloody knife. I quickly got back in the Impala and drove around the wrecked car now a little nervous that Dean might have been right about this being a bad idea. I checked my cell phone again praying I had service even one bar to be able to send a quick text message but still there was nothing. I tried to put the radio on so it wasn't so eerily quiet but all I got was static so I popped in one of Dean's Motorhead cassette tapes. I was almost to the bridge when the road was blocked by several cars and towns people with guns and I noticed one of them to be Jake. No one moved though, they just stared at me. I was trying to figure out what I should do when there was a loud banging noise on the roof of the Impala that made me jump until I saw a man standing at my window.

"Hey," I said rolling the window down so I could talk to him.

"Sorry. Road's closed."

"Yeah, I can see that. What's up?" I asked trying to keep the conversation casual and hide my fear.

"Quarantine."

"Quarantine? What is it?"

"Don't know, something going around out there."

"Uh-huh, who told you that?"

"County Sheriff."

"Is he here?"

"No. He called. Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?"

I laughed nervously, "Well you are handsome but a little old for me sorry."

"I'd sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute."

"Yeah, I bet you would," I said as I threw the car in reverse and stepped on the gas.

The man grabbed onto my jacket trying to hold on as I drove backwards trying to get away. That's when the town's people started shooting; I swung the car around successfully shaking the man off of me and sped away. By some miracle I or the car wasn't hit by any bullets because that would not be something I would like to explain to Dean. I drove back into town and was starting to get freaked out on how deserted it looked; there was no one outside, no cars, nothing. Luckily, I looked in front of my just in time to slam on the brakes as the Master Sergeant from earlier jumped in front of the car with a rifle pointed at me.

"Hands where I can see them! Get out of the car! Out of the car!"

I put my hands up in surrender and slowly reached my left hand down as if to open the door and grabbed my .45.

"Alright, easy big guy," I said sliding out of the front seat and aiming my gun at him, "Put it down!"

"Lower it down!"

"Put it down!" I yelled again.

"Are you one of them?"

"No! Are you?" I asked as we both were still aiming at each other.

"No!"

"You could be lying!"

"So could you!"

"Alright! Alright, we could do this all day. Let's just uh…take it easy before we kill each other."

"What's going on with everybody?" he asked slightly lowering his gun but not removing his finger from the trigger.

"I don't know."

"My neighbor…Mr. Rogers…"

"You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers? What is this TV Land?"

"Not anymore. He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He's not the only one, I mean, it's happening to everyone."

"I'm heading over to the Doc's place there are still some people left."

"No, no way. I'm getting the hell out."

"There's no way out they've got the bridge covered, now come on," I said motioning to the car.

"I don't believe you."

"Fine stay here, be my guest," I said getting back into the car. The sergeant hesitated for a minute before pulling out his hand gun and kept it on me as he got into the car and I still had mine pointed at him.

"Well, this out to be a relaxing drive," I muttered.

I parked the car directly in front of the medical center and jogged to the front door with the sergeant right behind me.

"Dean, Sam, open up!" I yelled banging on the door.

Dean opened the door with Sam standing closely behind him and I didn't miss the look I got from Sam when he saw I had my gun out.

"Did you get to a phone?" Sam asked still staring at the gun in my hand.

"Road block," I said shaking my head before turning to the sergeant, "Doc's inside, I need to have a word with them."

He nodded and walked inside as we stood in the small foyer.

"What's going on out there?" Dean questioned and I couldn't help but notice him looking me up and down for any injuries.

"I don't know, De. I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I mean Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?"

"Yeah, Doc thinks it's a virus," Sam answered.

"Great, what do you guys think?"

"I think she's right," Dean replied.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

"Yeah and I think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact," Sam answered.

"Oh, but it gets better. The virus or whatever leaves traces of sulfur in the blood," Dean added.

"A demonic virus."

"Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare. At least it explains why I have been having visions," Sam said.

"It's like a Biblical plague," I realized, "I should have thought about this before in Dad's journal there was something about the Roanoke colony. Dad had a theory about Croatoan; he thought it was a demon's name sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Reesha…a demon of plague and pestilence."

"Well that's terrific," Dean scoffed, "Why here? Why now?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"Who knows how far this thing can spread, we got to get out of here, we have to warn people," Sam declared.

"They've got one!" the sergeant yelled from the other room, "In here!"

"What do you mean?" I asked walking into the other room with both brothers following.

"The wife, she's infected," Sam told me.

"We've got to take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get."

I pulled out my gun and followed him into the lab.

"See I told you," Sam whispered to Dean who just sighed in response.

"You're going to kill Beverly Tanner?" the nurse asked as the sergeant and I walked into the room with our guns.

"Doctor, could there be any treatment?" Sam asked, "Some kind of cure for this?"

"Can you cure it?" Dean questioned in his authoritative voice.

"For God's sake, I don't even know what 'it' is!"

"I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through," the sergeant said with his gun raised to the closet Mrs. Tanner was being held in.

"Just leave her in there; you can't shoot her like an animal!" The nurse protested.

"Dean," I said motioning to the door.

He shared a look with Sam before carefully unlocking and opening the door. The sergeant and I took offensive positions as we stepped into the room with our guns raised to see Mrs. Tanner sitting in the corner looking like a scared little kid.

"Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it's…it's them! They locked me in here, they, they tried to kill me! They're infected, not me! Please, Mark! You've known me all your life! Please!" she cried.

I saw tears forming in the sergeant's eyes and turned to my brothers, "Are you sure she's one of them?"

"Yeah," Dean said softly and Sam barely nodded.

I stepped forward and shot her three times.

SUPERNATURAL

We stood in the office area of the medical center and tried to prepare ourselves in case we had to fight. Sam was sharpening the knives, Dean loaded the shut gun and I reloaded my gun making sure it was full. I tried to ignore the looks I was getting from Sam as I loaded my gun and was about to say something when we heard a scream come from the back room. We took off running to see the nurse standing in the middle of the room with blood by her feet from a vial she had dropped.

"Oh God! Is there any on me? Am I ok?" she asked frantically looking over her hands.

"You're clean, you're ok," the doctor told her.

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

"No, we can't because those things are everywhere," I told her.

"She's right about one thing we can't stay here," Sam said whispering to Dean, Mark and I, "We've got to get out of here, get to the Roadhouse…somewhere. Let people know what's coming."

"Yeah that's a good point, Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty," Dean agreed.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice," Mark spoke up, "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…"

"We could make some," I said grabbing a bottle of Potassium Chloride when we heard someone banging on the front door.

"Hey! Let me in! Let me in, please!" someone shouted as we ran for the front door.

"It's Duane Tanner," Mark informed us as he opened the door to let him in and I noticed he was limping.

"Duane, you ok?" Mark asked.

"That's the guy that she uh…" Dean trailed off.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Who else is here?" Duane asked walking further into the medical center.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said grabbing him by the arm, "Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would ya?"

"Sure thing," she nodded and we followed her into the lab.

"Who are you?" Duane asked as I led him into the room with my hand still on his arm.

"None of your business," Dean answered as Duane sat on the examining table.

"Where you been?" Mark questioned as the doctor and the nurse put gloves on.

"On a fishing trip 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 anyone see my mom and dad?"

"Awkward," I muttered to Dean as I rubbed the back of my neck.

"You're bleeding," the doctor said pointing to his left leg that had a deep gash in it.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked.

"I was running, I must have tripped."

"Tie him up, there's rope in there," I said to Mark motioning to our weapons bag.

"Wait…" Duane said standing up.

"Sit down!" I yelled pulling my gun on him.

"I'm sorry, Duane, she's right. We've got to be careful," Mark said grabbing the rope.

"Careful? About what?"

"Did they bleed on you?" I asked with my gun still pointed at him.

"No, what the hell? No!"

"Doc, anyway to know for sure, any tests?" Sam asked.

"I've studied Beverly's blood work backwards and forwards," she started.

"My mom!"

"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," she finished.

"Leah, we need to talk…now," Sam said.

I looked over to Dean who nodded pulling out his own gun to watch over Duane as I followed Sam out of the lab.

"Give me your gun," Sam said with his hand out.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"This is my vision," he stated.

"I'm not giving you my gun," I said tucking it in the small of my back.

"You can't kill him, alright? Not yet, we don't know if he's infected or not," Sam tried.

"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 is infected."

"Alright, then we should keep him tied up and we should wait and see," Sam tried again.

"For what? For him to Hulk out and infect someone else? No thanks, we can't take that chance," I said as I tried to push past Sam but he stopped me, "Look Sam, I'm not happy about this, ok? But it's a tough job and you know that."

"It's supposed to be tough, Leah!" Sam exclaimed, "We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point!"

"What does that buy us?"

"A clear conscience, for one!"

"Well, it's too late for that," I mumbled and tried to walk past him and again he shoved me 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, Leah. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there!"

I could feel the anger building in me with every word and when he finished I punched him square in the jaw as hard as I could sending him to the floor. I took the minute he was distracted to leave the room and lock the door behind me so he couldn't get out.

"Leah, open the damn door!" Sam yelled, "Don't do it, Leah! Don't!"

I pulled my gun out as I opened the door to the lab and shut it behind me. Duane was tied to a chair in the middle of the room with Mark and Dean watching over him while the doctor and nurse stood off to the side.

"No, you're not going to…no, no, I swear it's not in me!" Duane pleaded.

"Oh God, we're all going to die," the nurse cried.

"Maybe he's telling the truth," Mark offered.

"No, he's not him, not anymore," I said raising my gun.

"Stop it! Ask her; ask the doctor it's not in me!"

"I…I can't tell," the doctor admitted.

"Please, don't. Don't please, I swear it's not in me, it's not in me I swear," Duane sobbed uncontrollably.

"I've got no choice," I said as I put my finger on the trigger. Everything in my mind was screaming at me to pull the trigger, I wanted to but I couldn't get my finger to move. Sam's words kept replaying in my head, was I really turning into a cold blooded killer?

"Damn it," I yelled shoving the gun back in my pants and storming out of the room.

SUPERNATURAL

I sat with Dean and Sam while we prepared the explosives when the doctor walked in.

"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 now, if that's alright."

"Yeah, sure," Sam nodded and I avoided his gaze as she left, "You know I'm going to ask you why."

"Yeah, I know," I said stuffing another rag in the top of a bottle.

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

"We need more alcohol," I after clearing my throat.

"I'll get it," Sam sighed getting up and walking into the dispensary room.

"You going to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean questioned.

"Nope," I answered popping the 'p' as I did so.

"Le…" Dean started until we heard a commotion in the other room.

Mark came running in with his gun raised as Dean kicked the door down so we could get to Sam. We saw the nurse straddling him and Dean shot her in the back, she convulsed a little before falling to the floor. Sam reached his hand out and I went to help him up when Mark pulled me back.

"She bled on him…he's got the virus."

Dean and I looked at each horrified before looking back to Sam who looked just as scared.

SUPERNATURAL

Sam sat on one of the examining tables with an ice pack over his cut and close to tears. Everyone stood back from his as if they were scared while Dean and I paced the room angrily.

"Doc, check his wound again, would you?" Dean asked but she didn't move, "Doctor!"

"I'll do it," I said walking over and Sam leaned away.

"I don't want you to infect you," he said holding back the tears.

"What's the need to examine him for? You saw what happened!" Mark yelled.

"Did her blood actually enter your wound?" the doctor asked.

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

"We don't know that for sure," Dean stated.

"We can't take a chance," Duane spoke up.

"You know what we have to do," Mark said turning to me.

"Nobody is shooting my brother," I declared taking a step in front of Sam and pulling out my gun.

"He isn't going to be your brother much longer, you said it yourself," Duane argued.

"Nobody is shooting anyone!" Dean yelled.

"She was going to shoot me!" Duane yelled.

"You don't shut your mouth I still might!" I screamed.

"Guys, they're right. I'm infected; just give me the gun and I'll do it myself."

"Hell no," Dean exclaimed.

"Dean, I'm not going to become one of those things."

"Sam, we've still got some time," I tried.

"Time for what?" Mark questioned, "I understand he's your brother and I'm sorry, I am but we have to take care of this," he said pulling out his hand gun.

"Then you'll have to kill me too," I said as I sliced the palm of my hand open and put it over top of Sam's wound.

"What are you doing?!" Sam yelled at me.

"I'm sorry," Mark said as he cocked his gun.

"I'm going to say this one time…you make a move on either of them, you'll be dead before you hit the ground, you understand me? I mean do I make myself clear?!" Dean screamed with his gun pointed at Mark.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Mark asked.

Dean tossed the keys to the Impala to him, "Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there' an arsenal in there. You two go with him, you've got enough fire power to handle anything."

"What about you?" Mark questioned and Dean just looked down.

"Dean, no you have to go with them, it's your only chance!" Sam said holding back the tears.

"You're not going to get rid of me that easy."

"Dean, I'm staying with him I have no choice, you do," I tried.

"They're right come with us," Mark said and Dean shook his head, "Ok it's your funeral."

He followed everyone to the door so he could lock it behind them.

"Well, I wish we had a deck of cards or something," I said trying to lighten the mood.

"Dean, you need to get out of here," Sam said unable to hold his tears back anymore.

"I've been looking out for you two my whole life, there's nothing that would make me leave you behind."

"You know for a smart girl this is the dumbest thing you've ever done!" Sam yelled slamming his fist against the table.

"I don't know about that remember that bartender in Tampa?" I shuddered at the thought.

"You could have walked out of here!" Sam yelled.

"Who says I wanted to?" I replied softly as I wiped the blood away from my palm with a piece of gauze.

"What?" both brothers questioned.

"I'm tired, guys. I'm tired of this job…this life…I'm just tired of it."

"So what, you're just going to give up? You're just going to lay down and die?" Sam questioned, "I know this stuff with dad has been hard…"

"He wasn't the one who gave you a direct order," I said cutting him off.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked with confusion and concern spreading across his face.

Before I had the chance to answer the doctor showed up knocking on the door and Dean walked over to open it.

"You'd better come see this."

We walked outside and everything was deathly silent and no one was around.

"There's no one, not anywhere. They've all just…vanished," she said.

SUPERNATURAL

"Well, it's been five hours and you're blood is still clean," the doctor said as she looked through the microscope, "I don't understand it but I think you've dodged a bullet."

"Both of us?" Sam questioned as I sat next to him.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"But we were exposed, how could we not be infected?" I asked completely confused.

"I don't know but you're just not. I mean you compare it with the Tanner's samples…" she said looking in another microscope, "What the hell?"

"What?" Sam questioned.

"Their blood. There's no trace of the virus, no sulfur, nothing."

"How they doing?" Dean asked walking into the exam room.

"They're going to be fine, no signs of infection," she answered as Sam and I got up to leave.

"I swear, I 'm going to lose sleep over this one," Dean said as we walked out to the car, "I mean, why here? Why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just freaking melted."

"Why were we immune," Sam added.

"Yeah, you know what? That's a good question," I said sliding into the backseat.

"You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away," Dean said getting in the car.

"Don't think this got you off the hook," Sam said as Dean started driving away, "We still need to talk about what happened back there."

"Maybe but right now, I need a nap," I said curling myself up in the backseat.