"So let me get this straight," Dean said, pacing the floor slowly while Liv watched. "You're a zombie, Seattle is infested with zombies, and you want us to... just take off?"

Liv nodded slowly. "That sounds about right."

Dean sat heavily onto his bed. "Uh, hell no. No happening."

Liv opened her mouth to respond, but Dean beat her to the chase. "Look, Liv, our job is to kill monsters! Kill things that kill people! Zombies in Seattle are doing that, and it's our job to stop them."

Liv sighed irritatedly. "You don't get it, do you? Not all zombies are bad! I work in a morgue, for Christ's sake, eating murder victim brains!"

"Okay, fine!" Dean snapped, throwing his hands in the air. "Then we'll just get rid of the ones who killed Becky!" He aimed a face akin to a snarl at the zombie. "Unless, of course, we can't do that either?"

Liv again shook her head. "Look, Dean, I wish you could. I really do. Don E is a constant pain in my ass, but he's also the only thing keeping every zombie in Seattle from feasting on the human occupants."

Sam frowned. "What do you mean, Liv?"

She sighed, picking at a loose thread in her jacket. "Don E is running a funeral home in place of his old boss, Blaine. When human clients gave Blaine their loved one's bodies, he would take out their brains and sell them to wealthy zombies for a hefty price. Now that Blaine is human again, and without his memory, Don E has taken over the business."

"And as long as Don E continues feeding the zombies of Seattle," Sam continued with an unhappy look on his face, "There'll be no mass feedings, and no accidental turnings."

Dean glared at his brother. "Really, Sam? You're going along with this?"

Sam groaned tiredly. "Not willingly, dude. We don't really have a choice. If we only take out Don E, then dozens of zombies will go hungry and eventually start feeding on innocent humans."

"And you can't take out all the zombies in Seattle, beca-" Liv started only to have Dean interrupt her.

"Because they're innocent and don't have a choice as to what they need to eat." Dean frowned, rubbing his face. He looked at Liv unhappily. "So...you honestly think our best move would be to just get the hell out of town and hope it all turns out for the best?"

Liv nodded. "I understand you're unhappy about that, Dean, but it will ensure that the most people keep their lives."

Sam watched his brother, content to wait. It really was Dean who would make the choice here. If Dean decided not to listen to Liv, then Sam would just have to back his older brother up and hope they didn't die in the zombie apocalypse.

"Fine," Dean finally muttered, the word "reluctant" only beginning to cover his feelings on the subject. "We'll leave Don E to his business." He sighed, standing and tucking his gun into the back of his belt. He stared at Liv sternly. "If I find out he's killed someone else I know, though, I will come back and go all kinds of Negan on his ass, got it?"

Liv stood as well, offering her hand as a sort of olive branch. "I understand. That sounds more than fair." Dean took it, expecting the cold touch of a long-dead corpse, but surprised by the faint warmth that coursed under her skin.

Maybe Liv Moore wasn't so inhuman after all. Meaning that pretty much every zombie in Seattle would be just as human.

This job just kept getting more and more frustrating, Dean mused. The line between right and wrong, good and evil, kept getting more and more blurred with every day that passed.

"Whatever," he grumbled, releasing her hand. "Just don't make me come back here, will ya?"

Liv nodded, stepping over to the door. "I'll do my best to make sure you don't have to," she reassured him.

Opening it, she was about to leave when Sam stopped her. "Hey, how did you know about us? You know, who we are and where we'd be?"

"Oh," Liv made a face. "Awkward, awkward, very very awkward."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Why? Why awkward?"

"Uh, see, Becky knew everything about you two. Your job, your real names, fake names you'd choose, and what kind of lodgings you'd seek out upon arriving in town. She'd learned it all from those books and what she'd learned after meeting you. I just drew upon that knowledge."

Liv held her breath, waiting for the inevitable question that she knew would come.

Sam stood as well. "And how, exactly, did you draw upon that knowledge?"

"Um, well..." Liv sighed. "When a zombie eats a human brain, that zombie begins to see flashes of the life of the person they ate."

Sam's eyes widened, staring at her in horror. Dean continued to look at them both for a few seconds, confused. "What?" He demanded. "What does that mean?"

Sam finally managed to pull himself together, closing his mouth a making a face. Liv gave him a sympathetic look. "If it means anything, I'm sorry."

Sam shook his head. "No, I understand."

Dean just looked nonplussed, glance shifting between the two of them. "What? What is she sorry for?"

"A zombie gets visions of the life of the person whose brain they ate, right?" Sam asked Dean slowly, giving his brother a chance to grasp Liv's meaning.

"Right..." Dean said, waiting.

"So if Liv knows all about us, and she's never read the books, then..."

Dean just stared at Liv for a moment, and it was only to Liv's small enjoyment that she could pinpoint the exact moment when the man figured out the point.

"Oh."

Liv nodded, smiling sadly. "Yeah."

"Oh."

Liv huffed a small laugh. "Bye, guys. I gotta get back to Ravi, just so he knows you big scary hunters haven't killed me." She frowned. "I'll probably stop by Don E's place, give him a warning from you guys."

That apparently brought Dean out of his shock. "Don E's place, huh?" Liv nodded. "Mind if we come with?"

Liv grinned. "Only as long as you promise not kill him. Yet."

Sam and Dean shared a look. "Deal."

Liv took a single breath of consideration before opening the main door of Shady Plots Funeral Home and stepping through it.

Taking a few steps more, she could look into Blaine's old office. And in Blaine's old office was Blaine himself, frowning while looking through multiple receipts at his desk.

"Hey, Blaine," Liv said, carefully maintaining her straight face. The former zombie insisted that his memory was gone and that he had no recollection of who he used to be, but Liv had her doubts. Better to just avoid falling for a trick. If it was one.

The former zombie jumped in his seat, blue eyes racing up to meet her own. "Liv," he breathed, apparently relieved. "Sorry, I guess I didn't hear you come in."

"You're fine," Liv told him, constantly analyzing everything about him. His posture, his expression, his eyes. Ever since Blaine had taken the antidote, something had just seemed off about him. "You were busy."

Blaine blinked, apparently confused by Liv's cool demeanor. He placed the receipts on the desk and settled back into his chair, lacing his fingers beneath his chin. The pose was reminiscent of old Blaine, Liv thought. Too similar.

"So, Liv, what can I do for you?"

Liv shook her head. "Nothing. I'm looking for Don E. Is he here?"

Blaine's gaze clouded for a moment, and he seemed to hesitate in his answer. "Downstairs," he said eventually. "He's, uh, preparing product." The disgusted curl in his lip told Liv he was likely referring to brains. Any human would find it disturbing.

"Great," Liv said at length. "Thanks." She turned for the stairs, ignoring Blaine's confused questions. "Just...stay up here, Blaine, if you know what's best for you."

The man nodded, and Liv continued on her way.

"Don E?" She called, trotting down the steep basement stairs.

"Down here!" And answering call was heard. He looked up from his current melon-cracking as Liv came into sight, and small smile played across his lips. "Ah, Liv! What can do ya for?"

"You can listen to me."

Don E set his bone saw on the tablecloth beside him and stripped off his rubber gloves, tossing the dark red-stained glob into the nearest waste bin.

"I'm all ears," he said with a grin, cupping his hand around his left ear as playful proof.

"I'm here with a warning, Don E."

The zombie immediately snickered. "Why? Does selling Lucky U somehow break our little non-deal-thing we have goin' here?"

Liv shook her head slowly, aware of Blaine's quiet feet stopping at the top of the stairwell. Good, he should hear this too.

"That's not what this is about."

Don E leaned on his surgical table, grinning mischievously. "What then?"

Liv cocked her head, staring at the other zombie for a moment, deciding the best way to say what she had to say.

"Becky Rosen," she said simply, and watched as Don E's pale face seemed to pale even further, his eyes widening in absolute shock.

"What about her?" He almost choked.

"You do remember what she said, right?" Liv asked, stuffing her hands into her pockets. Any time now, guys...

"About her renowned hunter friends?" Don E went completely still, his eyes unfocusing for a moment before they found Liv's face once again.

"Yeah, that wasn't a bluff. They're here, Don E, and they're pissed." Liv leaned forward over the operation table, now sharing unnecessary air with the other zombie.

"They're pissed that you killed their friend, and they're pissed that a scumbag like you is still walking and talking, selling dangerous drugs to kids on the streets."

Don E yanked himself away, and a nearby stand table filled with medical supplies clattered to the floor. He raised his fist to his mouth, chewing on his knuckles.

He was facing away from the loading dock door, so unlike Liv, he didn't see the two heavily armed men come in. Dean glanced at Don E, then to Liv for a confirmation (to which she nodded) before moving in a blur to wrap his left arm around Don E's neck, the right hand holding a gun to the zombie's head.

The already terrified zombie uttered a short screech, clawing desperately at Dean's arm before going still as he felt the gun bump his temple.

"P-p-please don't k-kill me," Don E wailed, and Sam raised his eyebrow at Liv.

"This is the scary drug lord/zombie restaurateur of Seattle?" He asked skeptically. "He doesn't seem like much."

Liv shook her head. "It's either an act, or the personality of the last brain he ate." She thought a minute. "Or both."

Dean grunted, making sure Don E felt the pressure of his pistol. "Either way, I don't give a shit. I just wish I got to kill him."

"W-what?" Don E asked breathlessly, almost hopefully.

"That's right," Sam said threateningly, moving into Don E's line of sight. "We're not gonna kill you, Don E. We're just here to give you a warning."

"O-okay, warning given! Warning received! Just let me go!" The last sentence ended in something approaching a shriek.

"Clearly it hasn't been," Sam growled, pulling out his own gun and placing it to Don E's forehead. "Becky Rosen, you remember her? Do you?"

Don E nodded frantically.

"That will never happen again, do you hear me?" Sam all but roared. Liv raised her eyebrows, sharing a look with Dean. Don E couldn't see Dean's face, obviously, but he was nowhere as pissed as Sam seemed to be.

"You will never kill another human being again, or I will come back here and kill you myself!"

Don E nodded, almost crying at this point. "I get it, I get it! Just please DON'T KILL ME!"

Dean released Don E, who slumped immediately to the floor, shaking. "Ya see," Dean said, stepping in front of Don E, who flinched. "If Liv here tells us that you've stepped over the line, my brother and I will personally come back here and make the time I spent in hell seem like nothing, you hear me?"

Another terrified, unrecognizable shriek from Don E, and Dean looked satisfied.

"Good." He patted Don E roughly on the shoulder, grinning slightly as the zombie flinched heavily under his touch. "Glad we had this talk."

Liv smiled grimly. "We should get goin', boys."

"Right you are, Liv!" Dean said, grinning, again slipping his gun under his belt. "Need a ride back to the morgue?"

"It's only a few blocks away, but sure." Liv followed the two Winchesters outside, leaving the shaking Don E huddled on the floor.

Don E struggled to control his breathing, frustrated that the last brain he'd had to eat was an asthmatic with a panic disorder. He let out a frustrated scream, banging his hand on the floor until the point where it would've bled if he was human.

At the top of the stairs, Blaine sat deep in thought over these new developments. Hunters, huh?

He'd have to be careful of these two when he eventually took back Shady Plots from Don E. Blaine stood, running his fingers through his hair. Well, then.

He'd have to be especially careful now.

Liv started laughing almost as soon as they reached the car. Dean and Sam followed suit.

"Oh, man, that's guy's a wimp!" Dean snickered into his hand, opening the driver's door of his beloved Baby.

"I'm fairly sure it was his latest brain," Liv said, finally taking control of herself. "He seemed to think you were serious."

Sam straighten his features once again. He looked over at Liv in concern. "You will call us though, right? If he does go of the reservation again?"

Liv nodded heavily. "Of course. I want to have Don E under control as much as you do."

"Good." Dean held out his hand to Liv. "Guess I hope I'll never have ta see ya again, sweetheart."

Liv smiled, taking his hand, pulling herself up to kiss the man on the cheek. "I hope the same, I guess," she laughed. Dean pulled back, blushing slightly despite himself.

Sam snickered again, waving goodbye to Liv before stepping into the car. Dean gestured toward the car. "Still want that ride?"

Liv shook her head. "No, thanks. I'd like to walk, plus it's only a few blocks. I've got to get Becky out of my head."

Dean grimaced. "Uh, yeah, you do that." He shuddered. "I don't even want to imagine what that's like."

Liv laughed again, tilting her head up as snow began to drift down from the dark sky into the dark alley. "See ya."

Dean stepped into the Impala and started it, driving onto the street with a wave. Then they were gone.

Liv breathed in the cold air, and decided she should probably start walking before Don E remembered that he could be very menacing indeed.

Incestuous fanfiction, here Liv comes!