A/N: And here I have the next update for you all!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
While Sam and Dean were pacing around the cell, both of them talking among each other about why Jody would just let Clay go, Natalie was sitting on the cell bench with her head leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes as she let out a long yawn, and it caught Dean's attention.
"Is all of this starting to bore you, Nad? Have you been listening at all?" Dean questioned.
Natalie opened her eyes and looked over at Dean before shrugging. "No, I'm not bored. And I have only been listening to a tiny bit of your guys' conversation."
Dean raised his arms and then dropped them to his side, sighing in annoyance. "Are you not the least bit concerned about all of this?"
Natalie tilted her head to the side and gave Dean a look. "What exactly are we going to do in a cell, Dean? Of course I'm suspicious about all of this but..." Natalie motioned around them. "...what am I going to do in this cramped little space."
Dean let out an un-amused laugh. "Maybe chip in on our conversation."
Natalie sighed and rested her hands in her lap. "Alright. Help refresh my memory then. What are your theories?
"Well, I say that the Sheriff's on the take." Dean replied back fairly quickly, as he casted a glance over at Jody at the main desk.
Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Yeah. No. The zombies are paying her off then?" Dean looked back at Sam and gave him a shrug.
Natalie let out a breathy laugh and folded her arms over her chest. "Come on. I mean the Sheriff arrives to find that a guy who has been dead for five years is in fact back. You think that she is going to automatically accept that there is a real zombie in this town?"
Sam and Dean look at each other, both of them taking this into consideration and ultimately they seem to accept this explanation. Sam looks back over to the main desk and saw Bobby talking with Jody.
He pats Dean on the shoulder and points towards Bobby. "Hey. Look." Natalie gets up from the bench and walks over next to Dean, both of them looking at Bobby talking with Jody.
"So, what? Are they best friends now?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah, well I'm just hoping that Bobby is working his magic to get us out of here." Natalie responded back. Bobby looked over at the three of them, receiving a cheeky smile and a small wave from Natalie.
...
Natalie opened the door to the police station and held it open for Sam to roll Bobby out and Dean, who was following behind. "Bobby, I thought that the Sheriff hated you?" Sam finally questioned.
"She did, till about five days ago." Bobby responded back.
"What happened five days ago?" Dean asked.
"The dead started rising all over town." Sam, Dean and Natalie all stopped and looked over at Bobby, their gazes filled with a questioning expression.
"So you knew about this?" Sam pressed.
"Yep."
"Wait, so you knew about all of these people coming back...and you lied to us?" Natalie finally asked.
"Look, I told you there was nothing here. And there isn't. Not for you three." Bobby answered.
"But, there are zombies here, Bobby. Why didn't you just say something?" Dean began to question.
Bobby sighed and hesitated in his answer. "There are zombies..." The three of them nodded expectantly. "...and then there are zombies. Come with me."
The door to Bobby's house was flung open and the four of them made their way in. Dean had been questioning Bobby the entire time, as to why he would keep information like this from them. The four of them walk into living room where a table was set up, but it didn't seem important to any of them. "I mean seriously Bobby. You want to tell us what the hell is going on?" Dean asked.
Just then, a woman walked from the kitchen and towards the table, carrying a plate in her hands. "Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were bringing company." Natalie, Sam and Dean all stare at the woman before them, none of them having ever seen her before.
"It's four a.m., babe. You didn't need to cook." Bobby said.
"Oh, no it's fine. I'll get some more plates." The woman responded cheerfully before disappearing into the kitchen.
Natalie's mouth fell agape as she looked over at Bobby. "Bobby..." Natalie pointed at the woman who was bustling about in the kitchen. "Who is that?"
"That's Karen. She's my wife."
"Wait, you mean your new wife...right?" Dean asked.
Bobby sighed, his gaze falling from them. "No. My dead wife."
Natalie's brows furrowed in surprise. "What?!" She called out just as Karen came back in with several plates for all of them. Natalie shut her mouth, stopping herself from saying anything else.
"I hope you all like pie." Karen added quite cheerfully. At this, Dean's head quirked up and he nodded slightly. She looked up at the three of them, a big smile plastered on her face. "Please, sit down."
Natalie casted a hesitant glance over to Bobby, receiving an encouraging nod from him, and she sighed in defeat. Natalie slowly made her way over to one of the chairs and hesitantly sat down. This was only the cue that Sam and Dean needed, before they too found their spots at the table.
Karen proceeded to cut slices for all of them and placed a plate in front of each of them. Natalie looked up from her plate and gazed over at Sam, seeing that his jaw was tense as he looked over at her.
Karen took a seat next to Bobby and looked at the three of them expectantly. Dean looks over at Sam and Natalie, before picking up his fork and taking a bite out of the pie. Natalie took another sweep around the table, before hesitantly picking up her fork and took a small bite out of the slice of pie and slowly chewed.
"Mrs. Singer. This is incredible." Dean finally spoke, though his mouth was still half full.
Karen's face lit up with a bright smile, "Thank you."
Sam looks over at Dean, giving him a hardened look. Dean saw Sam's expression and shrugged his shoulders. "What? It is."
Bobby turned to Karen. "It's all great, Karen. Thank you. Could you maybe give us a minute?"
Karen nodded her head and stood from her chair and walked into the kitchen, closing the doors behind her.
Once she was out of the room, Dean dropped his fork and turned towards Bobby. "Are you crazy? What the hell Bobby?"
Bobby sighed. "Dean, listen, I can explain."
"Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?!"
Bobby's eyes went slightly hard. "First of all, that's my wife, so watch it."
"Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife." Sam was the next one to express his thoughts.
"And how do you know that?"
Natalie's brows furrowed as she set down her fork. "Are you being serious right now, Bobby?"
"Damn right I am Nad." Bobby bit back. "You three think I'm an idiot? My dead wife shows up on my doorstep, I'm not gonna test her every way I ever learned?"
"So what is it? Zombies? Revenant?" Dean asked.
"Hell if I can tell. She's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water..."
"Bobby, she crawled out of her damn coffin." Dean began to reason with him.
"No, she didn't. I cremated her. Somehow, some way, she's back."
Sam's brows furrowed in confusion and he slowly shook his head. "That's impossible."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"Well..." Natalie paused and took in a breath. "Bobby, did you bury her ashes?"
"Yep. In the cemetery. That's where they all rose from."
"Do you know how many?" Dean asked.
"15, 20, I made a list." Bobby turned his chair around and reached over to his desk, picking up a piece of paper and handed it to Sam. "Uh, there's Karen...Clay...Sheriff Mills, her little boy came back."
Sam's brows raised at this information as his eyes scanned over the list. "And there are no signs? No omens?"
"Well, there were the lightning storms." Bobby added.
"Yeah, that's what we said. What else?" Dean interrupted.
Bobby turned back around and pulls out a book, opening it in his lap. "And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they, too, shall rise, and from him and through him."
Natalie took a moment and reviewed Bobby's words in her mind, before her head perked up in realization. "Wait." The three of them looked over at Natalie. "So, are you saying that Death is responsible for all of this?"
Sam looked at Natalie curiously. "Wait, Death...Death? As in like 'Grim Reaper' death?"
Bobby nodded in response. Dean scoffed and leaned back against his chair. "Well, isn't this just awesome. Another horseman. Must be Thursday."
"Bobby, what would Death raise 15 people in a podunk town like Sioux Falls?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know."
"You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are...it's not good. You know what we have to do here." Dean added.
"She doesn't remember anything, you know. Being possessed, me killing her...her coming back."
Natalie rubbed at her forehead and sighed heavily. "Bobby..."
"No, don't "Bobby" me. Just...just listen." The four of them sat in silence, but it was filled with the light humming that was coming from Karen, who was keeping herself busy in the kitchen. Natalie turned her head toward the kitchen doors, listening intently to the humming. "She hums when she cooks. She always...used to hum when she cooked. Tone deaf as all hell, but...I never thought I would hear it again. Looks, just read Revelation. The dead rise during the apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess."
Natalie breaks her gaze away from the kitchen door and buries her face in her hands for a brief moment. "And what would you do if you were us?" Dean asked suddenly.
"I know what I'd do. And I know what you think you got to do. But...I'm begging you. Please. Please. Just leave her be."
Natalie leaned against the Impala, that was parked outside of a diner, when Dean and Sam came walking out of the diner. Natalie looked over at them as they approached her. "So, what do you guys make of it?"
Dean shook his head. "There is no way I'm gonna leave Bobby at home with the bride of Frankenstein."
Natalie folded her arms over her chest. "Look, I know you both are cautious about all of this, hell so am I. But, maybe we should consider the possibility that Bobby might be right."
Dean walked over to Natalie's side and leaned against the car next to her. "What do you mean?"
Natalie let out a breath. "I mean so far, these...zombies, I guess it's what we'll call them...they haven't done anything. You know they haven't attacked anyone or gone crazy." Natalie looked over at Dean, seeing the skeptical look on his face. "I'm not saying I agree with all of this, but it might be good for us to at least, consider, what Bobby said. Maybe this is the only good thing that comes out of the apocalypse."
Dean's eyes became fixed on his feet, as he silently began to consider Natalie's opinion. He looked up and hummed in response.
Sam let out a sigh and slid his hands into his jacket pockets. "So, what should we do then? I mean if you're going to stay with Bobby, what are you gonna do? Walk in there and blow her skull off in front of Bobby?"
"Dean's head tilted at the sound of it. "Only if she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special, I'd like to be there." Dean looked over at Natalie. "But, I won't do anything if she doesn't go all rogue on him."
"Fine. We should see what else we can find out then." Sam added.
"Bobby did say that the Sheriff's kid came back as well...maybe we should go check that out." Natalie answered.
Dean nodded and turned to open the car door. "Right, you and Sam go on and check it out. I'm gonna head back to Bobby's keep an eye on everything."
Upon reaching the Sheriff's house, Sam and Natalie crouched down and made their way over to the window at the side of the house. Both of them poked their heads over the window ledge just enough to allow them a view inside. They saw the Sheriff and her husband reading to their son.
For a few moments of silence, Sam and Natalie watched the scene, not uttering a single word to each other. "You know, it's kind of..." Natalie let out a breathy laugh. "..well maybe not strange, but it's ironic how they look like a normal family...but their son has come back from the dead."
Sam looked over at Natalie, his expression a bit tense, before looking back through the window. "Yeah, well, from experience, whatever is dead should stay dead. None of this is right."
"I know but, it makes me think. You know. What if it happened to me?" Sam's brows furrowed slightly as he looked back over to her. "What if my dad, or mom or even Drew...what if they came up on my doorstep? How would I react? What would I do? Would I be doing what Bobby and the Sheriff are doing? Spend as much time with them as I could. Or, would I try and end it?"
The tension from Sam's face disappeared and his expression softened. "At least you aren't in this kind of position, Nad."
"Yeah." Natalie's lips pursed together and she pulled her gaze away and looked over at Sam. "It seems fine here. What now?"
Sam pulled out the list Bobby had made, out of his pocket and scanned through the names. "Let's go and check out some of these other people."
Natalie casted one last glance through the window, before following Sam around the house and made her way over to the sidewalk. "Where are we going to next?"
Sam looked down at the list and found the name he had spotted earlier. "Ezra Jones. Figure we'll check out her place first." Natalie gave a curt nod and chose remain silent for the remainder of the walk.
They both came upon the house, finding that the exterior of the house was quite dingy, so Natalie could only imagine what it must be like inside. Sam and Natalie walk up the porch and stop before the front door.
Sam glanced over at Natalie, giving her a look, only to have her nod at him. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Mrs. Jones?" They wait for a few seconds, but when no one answers Sam knocks again. "Mrs. Jones?!" Natalie looks up at Sam, before reaching for the door handle and turned the knob, finding that the door was unlocked. She then gently pushed the door, causing it to creak open.
They peered their heads in, finding that the house wasn't in the greatest condition and there didn't seem to be anyone here. Sam took a small step in, then turned around to Natalie. "Stay here. I'm just gonna take a look."
Natalie looked up at Sam with a deep frown, but nodded in agreement. Sam reached for his gun, making sure that it was at the ready if he needed it, and slowly entered the house. The front door slowly closed behind him, leaving Natalie alone on the porch.
Natalie let out a breath and began to pace back and forth on the porch. She didn't like it when Dean and Sam would tell her to stay put, but as of right now, she didn't feel like putting up an argument. She actually hasn't really been doing that at all. Ever since she got shot, Natalie just wanted to make things easier on both Dean and Sam by not putting up much of a fuss.
From in the house, Natalie heard what sounded like something fell and then the sound of Sam struggling sent her into a panic. "Sam!" Natalie pushed open the door and drew out her gun, as she ran towards the source of the sounds. Through a small doorway, Natalie saw Sam struggling with, whom Natalie surmised was Mrs. Jones. She stood under the doorway, her gun raised in aim, and Mrs. Jones looked up at Natalie.
Mrs. Jones' physical condition made it painfully obvious that she was ill and her mouth was foaming. She stood up from Sam and began to advance towards Natalie and Natalie pulled the trigger, shooting Mrs. Jones right in the middle of her forehead. She dropped to her knees then face planted to the ground at Natalie's feet.
Natalie stood back as the body fell, her mouth agape as to what just happened. Sam's groaning seemed to pull Natalie from her sense as she quickly rushed over to him, sliding her gun in the back of her pants.
Natalie knelt down behind Sam, bracing her hands against his back shoulders and pushing him into a sitting position. "Hey. Are you all right?" Natalie asked, her eyes spotting the stain on his shirt. "I'm not gonna ask what that is."
Natalie looked behind her at the body of Mrs. Jones then spotted another body lying in the corner of the room. She let out a sigh. "You remember what I said earlier, that the zombies might not be all bad. Yeah, just scratch that thought away."
Sam looked up at Natalie, and rolled his eyes, before leaning his head against Natalie's shoulder, catching his breath. Natalie rubbed Sam's back for a moment. "Okay, let's get out of here."
I am determined to keep up with the updating every few days. This is gonna have to be split into three parts, though I was hoping to keep it at two. Until next time! Xx