Paper Bandages
Chapter 2: Matches
"Dean! Hey, Dean!"
Dean bolted around the corner, already scanning the area with his gun at the ready, "What's wrong, Sammy? Where's the fire?"
Sam gestured at him absently to lower his gun as he replied, "That's exactly it. We're out of matches. Didn't you say we were supposed to get some at that abandoned Gas n' Sip we passed a while ago?"
Dean groaned. "No, I said you were supposed to get them. What do we do with the Adams family, then? Leave 'em to rot and scare whoever else comes by?"
Sam ran his hands through his greasy hair in exhaustion and sighed, "Just… how bout we put them in the car and drive back to the Gas n' Sip. We can burn them when we get there."
Dean was horrified, "Are you crazy?! How could you even say that?!" Turning to the black Impala, he ran a hand along it and murmured, "He didn't mean it, Baby. Sammy still loves you, don't worry."
Sam rolled his eyes, but there was little annoyance behind the action.
Easygoing banter like this was how the both of them reminded themselves that they weren't alone.
Elsewhere, a man and wolf walked along the side of the crumbling remain of a highway.
The wolf abruptly froze and lifted his nose to the air. After sniffing for a few seconds, he bounded off in another direction, the man wordlessly following the beast.
They reached their destination not five minutes after they started running. In the center of a field of dead grass was a group of people tied up and bound to a metal stake that was covered in bloodstains.
Approaching them was a horde of twenty or so zombies, their dead gazes locked on to their prey that was struggling to escape.
With barely a glance at eachother, man and wolf moved in unison, charging forward with guns and fangs blazing. The man whipped out two handheld pistols and ruthlessly shot each monster in the chest and head. While it didn't stop their charge, it pushed the zombies back and slowed them down as they focused on the new threat.
Meanwhile, the wolf darted over to the captives and quickly gnawed and clawed through the ropes binding them to the pole. With a small growl, he herded the terrified victims to a nearby river surrounded by trees. Sparing them a single glance over his shoulder, the wolf then turned and surged back into the battle.
Once they were reunited, the two made little work of the opposing force, tearing off limbs and rendering the zombie physically incapable of dragging themselves forward. The man and the wolf then dragged the bodies into a pile, easily avoiding them still snapping mouths and grasping hands.
With a near-silent sigh, the man tossed a small bag over to the wolf, who caught it in his mouth and shook his head violently, causing the contents to fly out and scatter around on top of the the pile.
As he was doing this, the man was flicking out a match and lighting it, and when the bag was empty, he tossed it on the pile of bodies, igniting them in a wall of flame.
Then man and wolf casually turned and strolled back over to the saved victims.