Chapter 3
Dean's dream P.O.V.
It was like watching myself in the third person but - weirder. Even so, I-I couldn't believe my eyes. There I was. Standing over the corpse of my brother, whose eyes were wide and frozen. I couldn't see my face, only the back.
"What did you do?!" I shouted to myself, feeling tears brush my eyes but I didn't even dare let them drop. This MONSTER wasn't going to win. I heard my other self chuckle, like it was some sort of joke.
"I did what we were always meant to do," he/I replied, finally turning around. My eyes widened to see blood splattered on his/my face but, what terrified me the most, was the pitch-black eyes staring at me.
It couldn't be. There was no way. I'm not a- I stumbled on my words, unsure of how to reply. Maybe it was another dream about the Mark of Cain! I quickly looked at his/my arm but only to see nothing but skin.
"There's no escape from it, Dean. It is in our destiny. Our future. And our demise," that Dean continued. His/my eyes returning to normal. "There's no mark. That thing always revealed who we truly were. Killers. Monsters… Winchesters."
"I don't believe you," I growled.
"You will. You see Sammie here? That's his future. The end of his story will be brought by your- sorry- our hands. As well as Cas'. And other innocent people," he/I smirked and slowly approached. "There's a demon in all of us. Trapped in cages and not allowed in this world. It's just your's-" he harshly poked my chest - "is going to come out sooner than later."
"What-?" I wasn't able to finish when I was suddenly stabbed by the same thing that killed Sam.
Me.
Dean stirred awake when he heard violent pukes coming from outside the car. He cracked open his eyes to see Carlos vomiting in a nearby trashcan, making him sigh and get out of the car. Walking over, he rubbed circles on the boy's back, making him look up then continue his misery. 'Maybe drinking wasn't such a good idea' he thought. Not a few minutes later, Carlos looked back up. He was shivering and pale.
"Thanks," he mumbled, raising a shaky hand and wiped his mouth. He looked down at his watch to see it around 7 in the morning. He sighs in relief, knowing the guys are still asleep and there was no work that day.
"Come on, let's head back up before they start worrying again," Dean decided, about to pull the teen but instead he shook his head.
"There's a bathroom here. I'll just use that and buy some gum from the vending machine," the teen opted instead and started walking. The man sent a confused look to the back of his head.
"The reason you don't want to go where your friends are doesn't have to do with that nightmare, right?" That question made the teen stop in his tracks. The teen slowly turned his head, though his eyes were on the man.
"No," he responded darkly, making the man's eyes widen, then turn back around and continue on his way. Dean sighed and looked back to the car. He closed both doors, locking it, then waited in the lobby for the teen. In the meantime, he pondered on his nightmare. He wonders if it gave him any clues as to where the demon might be, but he couldn't think of anything.
Taking out his phone, he scoured the internet for anything interesting - like strange and random deaths occurring. But, what he found instead, was something more bewildering.
'RISE OF THE DEAD' the news article said, it was only published last night. Dean read the article and was surprised. Multiple reports of 'zombies' were seen throughout the city. Some of the monsters claimed several victims already but, unlike the fictional beasts seen in horror movies, these only kill for fun and nothing more.
Dean thought back to what the teen had said earlier. There aren't any real-life monsters compared to his world, so it isn't possible for any of those things to exists. Then he thinks about the Cauchemar. If Castiel was affected because of the different world, then so could the demon.
"What should we do now?" The man looked up to the voice. He sees the teen's bags under his eyes and had a little more color in his skin. But, unlike when he first met the boy, he seems more irritated now.
"Get this - there seems to be zombies walking around the city and killing people," Dean mentioned, waving his phone around a bit. Carlos' eyebrows shot up.
"Really? But zombies don't exist here."
"I think it may have something to do with the Cauchemar. The dead ones also seem to be usually gathering near the cemetery, so I think I should start there," Dean decided, standing up and started heading to the front entrance.
"What do you mean 'I'? We're doing this together!" The teen exclaimed.
"No way, kid. Let the professional handle this," he declined. "Plus, your friends might not let you come. They worry a lot about you-"
"That doesn't mean that they have a say on what I get to do," Carlos glared, his tone darkening. "You said it yourself, they aren't here and I have to do things on my own. I make my own decisions. I decided where I should go. Not them. And not you."
Dean looked at the teen for a long while, debating on what to do. He then remembered what Cas and Sam had warned him the day before. It isn't his responsibility that he gets hurt but he shouldn't encourage him. Making his final decision, he sighed.
"Sorry, kid." With that, Dean turned around and left the building, taking the BTR mobile with him. Carlos stood there, seething in anger like never before. He knows he could help, he knows that he could do it right, but no one would give him the chance!
His fists curled, jaw was clenched with a deep scowl on his face as he watched the retreating view of the band's car. He then replayed the man's words in his mind. 'Cemetery' An idea popped into his mind, making him smile deviously. Jumping on the spot, he twisted around and headed towards the crib, knowing exactly what to do.
Logan cracked open his eyes and ears perking up, hearing the door closing quite loudly in his opinion. But then again, he was always a light sleeper. Sitting up, he watched the shadow under his door move past, though he also heard a door opening as well.
He looked over at the clock. 7:15 am. No one should be up. At least the guys wouldn't. Getting curious, he stood up and walked over, then opened his door. The cold brushed against his skin, making him shiver, though he ignored it. He looked at the doors his friends had, all of them were closed except for the last one.
He heard movement, making him instinctively retreat to the inside of his room and close the door, though only leaving a sliver to see the outside.
A moment later, he watched a body walk past his door, unknowing of him watching the entire time. Seeing the opportunity, he reopened his door and followed the figure, only to see him in the kitchen raiding the fridge.
"Good morning, Carlos," he greeted, making the teen jump. The Latino turned and glared at him, then continued searching. Logan was surprised by the look but didn't comment.
"What are you looking for?" He asked, taking a seat on the stool. Carlos slammed the fridge shut as held a frozen waffle, making the teen flinch, then pop it into the toaster.
"I'm getting hungry too. Can you put one in for me too?" Logan requested with a smile, though dropped when his friend sent him the nastiest scowl he had ever seen from him.
"Get it yourself," he sneered, throwing Logan off so much he almost fell off his chair.
"You okay, man? Seem a little cranky this morning. You also look like you didn't get enough sleep," he noted, referring to the dark circles under his eyes. Though he received another glare for an answer.
"It's not like you would care even if I told you," Carlos flared his nostrils. Logan looked at his friend incredulously as he turned to get his waffle and wonders what happened to make him be in such a bad mood. Logan then noticed Carlos' attire.
"You going somewhere?" Carlos sighs in obvious irritation but nods his head. "Where?"
Although it was a question asked with general curiosity, Carlos didn't know that. He whipped around and glared right into Logan's eyes.
"Anywhere. I. Like," he spat with venom. He left Logan frozen to the spot, slamming the apartment door shut that woke everyone up. Kendall, the first one to exit and see Logan, walked up to him.
"Hey Logan, what's up?" He asked, seeing the mortified expression his friend had. His voice snapped the brunette out of his trance.
"It was like he was staring into my soul and setting it all into flames," he whispered. Kendall threw the teen a look. "Carlos. He was… angry. Like really angry."
"Angry like when he figured out James threw away the only chance he could have had for love?" He suggested.
"More." Kendall's eyes widened in surprise, though has trouble believing his friend. He knows the short Latino. The same kid that wouldn't squash a bee even if it stung him. Nonetheless, he was going to figure out what's up.
"Where is he then?" He questions, heading to the kitchen and grabbing something to eat. Logan sighed.
"He didn't tell me." Kendall nodded and hummed in thought.
"Well, if something was wrong, he'll tell us. Don't worry," the leader decided.
"Have you two seen Dean anywhere?" Sam and Cas came up from behind them, making them turn and shake their heads. Sam's phone then started ringing, making him turn away and pick it up.
"Do you two want any breakfast?" Kendall offered, taking out a pan and few eggs.
"Do you have any peanut butter and jelly?" Castiel asked with his scratchy voice. Kendall and Logan smirked, remembering the entire phase the angel went with human food.
"Coming right up," the teen smiled, taking out the said items and bread and putting them on the counter.
"You'll have to eat that later, Cas. Dean called. He said that there are some things we need to take care of," Sam came back into the conversation. He walked out the door. Cas opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, following his friend out with a dejected face.
"I feel sorry for him," Logan commented. Kendall nodded in agreement, though decided to still make the sandwich and save it until the angel returns.
Dean waited until his brother and best friend arrived at the cemetery. Currently, it was blocked off by police tape and guards, as well as multiple photographers taking pictures of the floor.
He had already investigated and found out that during the night, somehow all the graves were dug up and the corpses inside the coffins were gone. The police suspected it was some kind of sick robber stealing the bodies or just vandals who wanted to have fun and hide the bodies. Though they were still confused because at least 30 of the rotting corpses were gone so it would have been a group of people to do such a thing.
However, unlike the police, Dean knew that there was more to meet the eye. The man turned when he saw Sam and Cas walk up to him. "Took you long enough."
"So, you said zombies?" Sam repeated what he had mentioned over the phone.
"Yup."
"And they came from here?" Cas questioned next.
"Uh-huh."
"And you think the Cauchemar did this?"
"Well, what else is it? No other monsters exist here except for that thing we brought," Dean elaborated. "I found a news article about it and people are going crazy for it."
"Where are they usually spotted?" Sam asked.
"These things are scattered. I think that Cauchemar brought them to life as a distraction."
"But if my powers don't work, how will the Cauchemar's?" The angel asked, though the man shrugged. "If these are like any other monsters like we dealt with, I assume that they'll attack at night."
Dean heavily sighed. "Yay. More waiting," he cheered sarcastically, then got into the BTR mobile, the others doing the same.
"You took their car?" Sam raised an eyebrow incredulously. Dean shrugged.
"I borrowed it," he corrected as he stayed started the ignition. "Still, how else will we get anywhere?"
"Walking? Or taking the bus?"
"In LA? No thank you."
Carlos sat in Mrs. Knight's car, watching the area he was in. Despite not having a license, he took it anyway and parked it near where he would think he would go if he were a zombie.
A hiking trail.
A zombie, if wanting to do the munchies on someone, would be effective if no one was around because witnesses would cause either a fight or flight reaction and Carlos is positive that a zombie wouldn't want either.
He may be childish, but not stupid.
The teen finally gets out of the car, grabbing something from the passenger seat, and hid it in his jacket. He also put up a mask to his face, which just covered his mouth. The last thing he wants is to be recognized and get tossed into jail. Sure, he looks super sketchy and was tossed some suspicious looks from any joggers that passed him, but he has a job to accomplish.
After an hour of walking, he sat on a bench and took a break. The fresh breeze brushed his skin, making him tingle with satisfaction and excitement. He couldn't believe what he was about to do and it made him almost squeal like a schoolgirl. He looked at his watch and saw that it was now 9 in the morning.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" He heard a woman scream, so loud that it echoed throughout the canyon he was currently in. Quickly standing up, he sprinted down the rest of the path only to find a woman, who seemed to have originally been jogging, standing upon a boulder and out of the reach of hungry zombies. She saw Carlos. "Help me!"
This made the zombies lose attention from her and direct it toward the teen.
"I know what I have to do," he whispered to himself, pulling out the grabbed item from the car, revealing to be a hatchet.
The zombies advanced to him. "To prove them wrong," he said out loud. His eyes darkened as he tightly gripped his weapon and held it up defensively.
Thanks to his uncle, he could use it fairly well. The first undead bitter came up to him for an attack but Carlos beat it to it by wedging the hatchet into its skull, then pulling it out making the body drop. The second zombie was just like the first, but instead was hit to the side of the skull. The final one had a height advantage over the teen, which managed to knock him down to the ground and fall onto him.
Before anything got too crazy, Carlos somehow managed to wedge his ax into the corpse's torso, which sliced open the stomach and pour out all over the teen. With the help of the woman, he was able to get out from under the zombie.
"Are you okay?" She asked, seeing some bruises and cuts he had.
"I should be asking you that question," he threw back. She nodded that she was good.
"Thanks for saving me," she smiled then outstretched her hand. "I'm Mary."
"I'm… Roger," he lied and shook her hand.
"Do you always carry a hatchet with you?" She questions. Carlos shrugged and yanked the weapon out of the corpse, then cleaned the blade with its clothes.
"I just had a feeling I needed it," he answered with a smile, even though the woman couldn't see it with the mask. To which she questioned as well. "Superheros hide their identity for reasons. And, like them, I have mine."
She laughed, thanked him again, then resumed her jog. Carlos watched her leave, feeling accomplished with what he had succeeded today. Without the help of his friends and adults. He looked down at his clothes and saw blood and rotten flesh all over it, making him wrinkle his nose.
He needs to change and take a shower, without anyone suspecting him. He smiled, thinking of an excellent idea, then went off back to the car and drive to the thought of destination.