Chapter 4

Okay, he wasn't nervous but boy was he freaking out! After a few hours of the return of the three men, Kendall grew worried when none of them seen the youngest of any of them anywhere. But that was until Dean enlightened him that he might have told the Latino about their zombie situation but he swore he didn't see anyone other than his friend and brother at the cemetery.

Of course, Kendall nearly smashed his head into the wall when he heard the news but he had to stay calm for the sake of his team. From what he had remembered Logan had told him earlier by the way the youngest had been behaving, the dirty blonde automatically assumed that the location Carlos kept secret was a place to hunt some zombies. The leader worries that his friend might be killed.

Logan had suggested to track his phone but, surprisingly, they couldn't find him. The genius assumed that he turned off the location setting in his phone. He would be impressed by the youngest using his brain if he wasn't so worried.

Once again, it turned tonight and they were all forced to bed but they stayed awake. Kendall's eyes were about to drift when he heard hushed voices near the front of the apartment. He knew it wasn't any of the Winchester brothers or angel because they were sleeping in his, James', and Logan's room. Sam was sleeping on the floor in his room. The dirty blonde quickly got out of his bed and exited his room, making sure he was staying quiet. The teen heard the voices grow louder until the door was shut and footsteps made their way to the kitchen. That's when he made his presence known.

"Where were you?" Kendall demanded in a quiet voice, being mindful of the other sleeping inhabitants of 2J. Carlos turned to him and rolled his eyes, then continued to clean something in the sink.

"Nowhere," he answered tonelessly. Kendall stomped closer but froze momentarily when he saw the stained hatchet being washed.

"You really went after those freaking zombies, didn't you?" He said with disgust. Carlos didn't respond, only started scrubbing the blade more aggressively. "Who were you talking to? Why didn't you let us help? Why did you act so differently toward Logan? What is going on with you-"

"AH- ngh!" Carlos sliced some of his palm with the blade. Blood immediately started to pour out and stain the sink with even more blood. Kendall widened his eyes and quickly started to make his way toward the bathroom to get the first aid kit, but Carlos harshly growled at him to back off before going to get it himself. Blood covered his entire hand and dropped heavy dots on the ground.

He felt slightly light-headed as he locked the door but continued. Pulling out a small bottle of pure alcohol from the first aid kit, he poured it all over his wound making him clench his teeth and let out a small pained yell. With that done, he quickly cleaned off some of the blood before putting a piece of cotton then wrapping his hand in gauze.

Finally done, he collapsed on the bathroom floor, breathing heavily as he tried to recollect himself. Stupid Kendall. If he wasn't distracting him, he wouldn't have gotten hurt! He heard a knock on the bathroom door, making his face contrast with disgust.

"Carlos, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Kendall faintly called.

"Leave me ALONE!" He snarled. Kendall flinched back from his side of the door. The dirty blonde lightly sighed and retreated, muttering a 'sorry', but his eyes caught on the bloody hatchet in the sink. He sighed once more before turning the water back on and cleaning up. He wouldn't want anyone to find out what happened.

Once he was done, he faintly heard nothing from behind the bathroom door, so he assumed that the boy must've fallen asleep. Kendall wonders what was changing his friend- wait a minute.

"Carlos!" He busted through the door, not caring what the other was doing in there. On the floor, the Latino had his eyes shut but his face was contorted in pain of some sort. Kendall quickly bent down and shook the teen. "Come, Carlos. Wake up! It's the Cachumar! It's trying to control your dreams!"

Nothing worked. Kendall looked down at the boy's injured hand in regret before grabbing it and pressing the wound. Carlos' eyes snapped open and he let out a strained yell. Fury was left in his brown eyes when Kendall let go.

"Get away!" He growled, pushing the teen out of the bathroom as he stood. Kendall backed up to the living room with the other following him, who was holding the hatchet in hand. "What did you think you were doing?"

"Carlos, you have to trust me on this. It's the Cachumar! It's been corrupting your dreams to nightmares so that it makes you go against us!" Kendall desperately explained. Carlos swung at him but missed, instead hitting the side of the couch.

"Why would I believe someone who would rather kill me?!" Carlos shouted before swinging again, narrowly missing the dirty blonde.

"Kill you? Carlos, I would never do that! None of us would!" Kendall screeched, before dodging another strike. Unfortunately, he slipped and landed on the floor. He turned around to see his long time friend standing over him, weapon tightly clutched in his unarmed hand.

"Goodbye, Kendall," Carlos grinned sinisterly. He raised his hatchet to the air, making Kendall close his eyes and braced for the inevitable. However, something stopped him from going any further. Carlos looked back in rage to see Castiel holding him back. The rest of the group turned on the lights and rushed in to see the slightly disturbing sight.

"Carlos! What are you doing?!" Logan cried as James went to help the fallen one off the floor. The Latino glared at everyone, especially the angel behind him.

"What's wrong with him?" James mumbled.

"He's under the effect of the Cachumar," Kendall filled in. "Remember like the episode? The demon affects people in their sleep and changes their overall personality to be the complete opposite. So, Carlos used to be happy and friendly, but is now mean and violent."

"I'm violent?! You are the ones that stabbed me in the back and left me to die!" Carlos snapped at them.

"It's the demon's doing. It has manipulated his mind to go against you three," Cas elaborated when confused glances were given to him. Finally, after a few more seconds, Carlos momentarily calmed down, exhausted after his adrenaline rush died down.

"We can't let him go to sleep," Sam spoke up. "The best way to keep him from harm is to keep him awake."

"Well, how can we do that with Mr. I-Want-To-Kill-My-Best-Friends?" James questioned.

"I'm okay guys, everything is cool," Carlos told them all, dropping his hatch to the floor. Cas kicked the weapon back and let go of the teen, who fell against the couch. His breathing became heavier and he was growing pale. That's when Logan noticed the amount of blood the other was still losing. Without thinking much, he rushed forward, ignoring the other protests, and carefully grabbed the boy's wrist.

"He's losing blood," he told them. Without looking, he started making orders. "Kendall, bring the first aid kit to me. James, I need you to go with him and bring a needle and thread. Sam, please bring some water. Dean, bring a towel. And Cas, go tell Mrs. Knight and Katie to put on their noise-canceling headphones."

Everyone went off after a moment of hesitation. Logan helped Carlos to sit on one of the dining room chairs then undo the poor wrapping of gauze. He cringed seeing a deep cut right in his palm. He smelt the odor of rubbing alcohol, making him mentally curse. Alcohol or peroxide will slow the healing process. Finally, everyone arrived back with the necessary items he needed.

"Alright, good." He firstly grabbed the towel and held it close to his friend's mouth. "Carlos, listen to me; I need you to bite this as hard as you can, okay?"

Carlos nodded before what was instructed.

"Sam, Dean, Cas, and James, I need you all to go to your rooms. Kendall, I need you here to help me out," Logan looked at them. James was about to protest before he saw the glare his leader threw at him, making him reluctantly sigh and follow the other three to his room, closing the door right after. Logan looked back to the barley awake teen. He took a deep shaky breath. "Alright. Kendall, pass me the needle and thread."

The dirty blonde gave the items to him, all ready to start sewing.

"Hold him down," the genius instructed. Kendall nodded before grabbing both of his friend's arms and keeping them in a firm hold. That's when Logan made the first incision.

"AAAAHHHH!" Carlos cried out through his gag. Logan and Kendall cringed, however the future doctor continued. "AAHH-NGH!"

The teen started thrashing wildly but stopped when it made the pain worse. Logan pulled on the string before going for two pieces of flesh, making Carlos scream and cry in agony.

"Almost there buddy, you got this," Kendall quietly motivated. Logan wasn't sure who the message was for but dismissed the thought and continued for a few more incisions. With so much torturous screaming, they were sure that they had waken up the entire Palm Woods. Finally, Logan made the last hole and pulled the string, bringing the skin together professionally. He tied the knot and cleaned the wound with water and a cloth, then gave some for the teen to drink. Carlos was breathing heavily, staring wide-eyed at his stitched up palm. He shakily looked up to the genius before his eyes moved to the back of his head and passed out.

"You did good, I'm proud," Kendall nodded, helping his friend up from his frozen state. He looked at the dirty blonde with fear in his eyes. He brought the smaller one into a hug, feeling his shirt soon get soaked with tears. James came out a moment later, the trio of men following closely behind. The pretty one grew worried when he saw the genius crying and a practically dead-looking Latino. Kendall nodded that it was okay, making James sigh in relief.

"No one is sleeping until the Cachumar is caught," Sam took charge. "We shouldn't risk anyone else being used, even if Dean and Carlos are the only ones affected."

"Then what should we do now?" Logan spoke quietly, quickly pulling away from his friend to look as mature as possible.

"We need to take care of the roaming zombies first," Kendall decided. "They're still out there and could maybe harm people if those things haven't already. I suggest we split into groups. Sam and James will track down the Cachumar. Logan, Dean, Cas, and I will search throughout the city to search for any walking dead people."

"And Carlos?" James mentioned.

"He stays with you and Sam. I don't want him in any more trouble and he needs the rest," the dirty blonde sharply stated.

"What about Gustavo? And Mrs. Knight? They don't know that we're doing this," Logan pointed out.

"I can take care of that," Dean spoke up for the first time. When he didn't elaborate, the conversation continued.

"Well that settles it," Kendall nodded with determination. "I suggest we head out now. The sooner we get going, the better."

"Good luck," James muttered, seeing the retreating figures of the four. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Sam giving him an awkward smile. "Want some coffee?"

"That would be great. Thanks," Sam nodded. James, momentarily glancing at the unconscious Latino, nodded as well before moving to the kitchen, trying to ignore the bloodstains on the floor. Sam grabbed a borrowed laptop that Logan lent him and started looking up a bunch of things that might help them catch the Cachumar.

To be continued...