This is going to be the most graphic chapter I believe. it's not a very violent story. Just a little more at the end of the story I believe. also, Ben is going to be Lisa's brother

"Hello, and thank you for your service today," John Winchester's voice crackled through the speaker.

"You think we're getting the stuff for a cure?" a petite brunette named Lisa asked the tall blonde man next to her.

"Like they're even trying to find a cure anymore," the man, Dean, growled back. His eyes were hard as he gazed up at his father's picture on the large screen above them. He was rambling of the usual spiel about how young people were needed to gather supplies and warning against the corpses.

"...they are uncaring and incapable of feeling remorse."

"Sound familiar, dad?" Dean scoffed and was elbowed by his brother standing on his other side.

Lisa sighed and motioned for the brothers to follow the team.

"You gonna just sit there, Christian, or are you gonna help us?" Lisa asked, nudging the man sitting on the ground with her foot.

"Eh," he said, rapidly pressing a button on his outdated hand held. "I'm almost on level five."

Dean's younger brother, Sam, looked up when he heard a sound from outside. "Did anyone hear that?"

"Yeah," Dean replied. "We should leave."

Lisa sighed again. "We can't just leave, Dean, we have orders. Do you know how much medicine we go through a month."

"You sound just like my dad."

"Thank you."

"Wasn't a compliment," Dean responded. He didn't know how they'd gotten to this place. He and Lisa used to love each other and now it seemed like they didn't even like each other. Dean supposed the apocalypse probably put a strain on many relationships, but it didn't mean he was happy about it.

Sam tossed a box in the direction of his brother. "Here take some midol, it might help."

"Shut up, Samantha," Dean deadpanned.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Dean smiled as he went through the medicines, thankful that at least he and his brother had made it through, together.

Sam looked at Dean when they heard a crashing from outside. "I told you I heard something."

Dean turned away from the task at hand to address his girlfriend. "C'mon, Lis. We should really go."

"Dean, we have orders. We'll leave when we're done; you're just being paranoid."

"Lisa!" Dean yelled when he saw the corpses approaching the door. Lisa turned and threw her gun out to knock down the first few corpses coming through the pharmacy door. The room was thrown into chaos as corpses burst into the room and the humans started shoot.

Lisa jumped on a counter with the order, "Aim for their heads!" and shot another one.

One by one he watched the humans fall at the hands of the other corpses as he regained his bearings. His friend and three others attacked a human with a glowing game system in his hand while he sat back up. He'd have to act quickly if he actually wanted to get something to eat. He turned his head just in time to see a man with alarmingly green eyes shoot another corpse before ducking back behind a counter.

He stood to walk in the direction the man had disappeared in only to be shot before he could make it more than a couple steps. He stared up at the girl leering at him, looking much taller from her perch on a different counter. He blinked at her in confusion for a second, but moved into action at the sound of her voice.

"Smile, bit-" she started, but her words were cut off by a scream as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. He hesitated a moment before bashing her head into the ground. The corpse was remorseful of what he had to do, but the hunger outweighed that.

After biting into the girl's arm, he realized her watch had fallen off. It was a pretty thing with the word Lisa delicately carved into it's back and he carefully slipped it into his pocket.

He stared at the body in front of him regretfully. If he didn't eat all of her, if he left her brains, she would rise up again as a corpse. He sighed. He would never wish this fade on anybody, and, he wasn't proud of the fact, but the brain was the best part. It gave him memories and feelings. It gave him a brief glimpse of humanity. ]

The sound of explosions came before he saw the fireworks. She looked up at the sky, at the her older brother holding onto her hand and smiling just as wide. "How do you like the fireworks, Lisa?"

With another explosion, the vision changed to a school hallway. There was a girl standing in front of her looking angry, before stepping up and pushing her to the ground. She looked down at her hands to see them scraped and dirty.

She did dog facing forward on her new blue yoga mat on the porch in the morning sun. She smiled at the warmth on her skin and the breeze through her hair.

She stopped in her locker in the school hallway. She looked four lockers down to where Dean's locker was to see the teenage boy standing there. He smiled at her and she smiled back, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

She smiled against Dean's lips as they sat in his Impala in the rain. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "I-I think I love you, Dean," she stuttered. Dean just sat there with wide eyes. "Well, say something. Don't just say nothing," she rambled nervously.

"No, I think I love you too, Lisa," he replied and went back in for another kiss.

She felt the soft grass beneath her and stared up at the never ending blue.

"I miss airplanes," Dean's voice rumbled from next to her. "When I was younger, my mom told me that angels were watching over me and I always thought that airplanes were angels."

"Lisa?" The words broke through to him and shocked him out of the girl's memories. He watched the man from the memories, Dean, his head supplied, as he looked around in a panic, shooting a corpse who had just thrown another human on the counter to bite into him. Dean mumbled something under his breath and turned to hit the corpse behind him in the face with his gun.

He shoved the rest of the brain in his pocket and stood to approach Dean. The blonde boy looked around in panic before pulling a knife out of his boot and throwing it into his chest. He looked down and pulling it out and dropping it to the floor carelessly as he continued to approach the man. The human lowered himself to the floor as the corpse got closer and closer to him.

"D-Dean," the corpse whispered. He glanced behind him to see the other corpses sniffing the air to find the source of the still fresh meat in the room. He didn't even take the time to be grateful his friend had survived the attack as he touched the old, brown blood on his chest and rubbed it on Dean's face. He leaned in to sniff the human's neck, making sure he smelled like a corpse before stuttering out the words, "safe, come."

He pulled Dean to his feet and walked him out of the room behind the other corpses, none of them noticing the other man hiding under one of the counters.