He watched as Dean woke up slowly, rubbing his eyes before remembering what had happened the day before. The human's head snapped around to look at him and he quickly looked away. He watched from the corner of his eye as Dean threw the blanket he'd given him on the floor.
"I'm hungry," Dean stated and he just stared blankly. Dean rolled his eyes and commanded, "just let me go."
"N-Not safe," he stuttered back.
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Not safe. Well then you'll just have to go get me some food." He just stared at the human for a moment before Dean tried again. "Please," Dean mumbled. "I'm starving." He nodded quickly before standing up and exiting the plane.
As soon as the corpse was off the plane, Dean was at the window across the isle, waiting for the blue eyed corpse to be out of site, and as soon as it was, Dean made a run for it. Dean ran across the tarmac as fast as he could, but came up short when he saw a pack of about six corpses coming towards him.
"Shit," he said. He turned and saw more coming from the other direction. "Shit, shit." He hid behind the wheels of a plane, looking for another way out. All the corpses were sniffing the air and coming closer and closer to his hiding spot.
Dean gasped and spun around when the hand landed on his shoulder. The corpse with the blue eyes and black hair was behind him, looking around at all the other corpses with worry and fear clear on it's face.
"N-Not run," it ordered once it looked back at Dean. The corpse did as it had in the pharmacy and ran it's hand covered in old blood across Dean's face, and sniffing to make sure he smelled dead. "C-Come. S-Safe." Dean nodded and followed it out from under the plane. It turned back to Dean. "B-Be dead." Dean just looked at it like it was crazy and the corpse shuffled a few steps and groaned.
Dean groaned loudly and practically waddled a few feat after the corpse before it stopped and turned around. "T-Too much." Dean thought the thing was freaking nuts, but he supposed he wasn't one to talk as he toned it down and followed the trench-coated corpse. It lead them through the throng of corpses and back towards their plane.
"T-Told you. N-Not safe." The thing could barley talk and Dean thought it sounded exasperated.
"Yeah, I get that. I am really hungry though!"
Dean thought that if the corpse could roll it's eyes, it probably would have at that moment. It changed course and lead them through another door and to a bar inside the airport. It kept watch while Dean scavenged under the counter and came up with a couple of cans of fruit to bring back.
They went back and Dean popped the can open, using a plastic container and spoon he found in the back of the plane eat it. They hadn't grown pineapples or peaches back at the base for years and Dean knew Sam would be jealous. Dean laughed humorlessly as he took a bite. If Sam was even alive. Dean raised his eyebrow and looked up when he noticed the corpse was still standing in front of him. His blue eyes widened and he quickly walked away.
Dean heard a rustling and he came back and handed him a bottle of Corona. Dean popped the top on the handle of the seat and took a big sip. "Wow. I can't remember the last time I had a beer. Your plane here seems to be pretty well stocked." Dean took a bite. "Guess you can't be all that bad, Dead Head."
"M-My n-name," he tried to stutter out. Dean stopped and stared at the corpse.
"You have a name?" He nodded. "What is your name?"
He took a deep breath, a look of concentration coming over his face. "C-C-C"
"Kuh?"
"C-C"
"Does your name start with a C?" Another nod. "Um. Christian. Christopher."
"C-Casss..."
"Cas? Um, maybe Casey?" The corpse shook it's head no. "Well, I got nothing else. Should I just call you Cas?" The corpse nodded. "Cas it is then."
After a few minutes of silence Dean spoke again. "I wanna go home, Cas."
Cas shook his head no, looking scared again. "N-Not safe."
"I get that, Cas, but I need to go home. I'm really grateful that you saved by life, but you brought me in here so you can take me back out."
"Y-ou h-have to wait. T-They'll n-notice."
Dean sighed. "How long do I have to wait?"
"F-F-Few d-days?" Dean thought he sounded unsure. "T-They'll forget."
Dean stared at him for a moment. "Are there others like you, Cas?" Cas just blinked in confusion. "I've never seen any of you stop and think, let alone speak or look scared, and you've done all of those things today." Cas shrugged and Dean felt slightly defeated. Well, what did he expect? That the zombies were secretly having heated existential debates over cheese and wine? Things like that just didn't happen in the real world. Granted, ten years ago he thought things like zombie apocalypses didn't happen in the real world either.
"Few days, huh?" Cas nodded jerkily and Dean raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Well, what am I supposed to do around here for a few days?" A small smile grew on Cas's face and he stood up, leading Dean out of the plane.