Home Sweet Home
Thunder crashed dangerously outside the small liquor store. If she had still been alone, Megan would most certainly have been curled up in a corner, trying to pretend she was still at home. Still safe. Luckily, she wasn't alone, not for now anyway.
She had the Winchester boys with her, now, and they were such boys. They bantered playfully with each other, and Dean kept winking at her lustfully while Sam rolled his eyes. Megan couldn't help but giggle as they reminded her of her older brother, Sean, who would never leave her alone and flirted with her friends. But that was a long time ago, and seeing the brothers brought back those memories as if they happened yesterday.
"Hello? Megan?" Dean's voice seemed to come out of nowhere. He sat beside her, leaning on an empty shelf, while Sam sat in front of them. Suddenly she remembered that they had been talking about…something… before she had let her mind wander.
"Yes? Sorry…I was thinking…" Megan apologized, feeling embarrassed.
Dean didn't seem to care. "That's cool. I was just asking you what you did, before…all this."
Megan shrugged. "Not much. I worked at a bookstore part time, lived alone…" She laughed humorlessly to herself. "I guess I was a bit of a loner, really. Back then I would call it "being independent," but now I see I was just being anti-social."
She felt like an idiot, telling these strangers all about her past self, but for some reason, it just seemed so easy with them. Both of them nodded, and Dean took a sip of his beer. "What about you two? What were you like before this?"
They were both visibly uncomfortable with the question, but Sam answered quickly. "We traveled a lot. I, uh, took a break from college and we went on a cross-country road trip." Sam and Dean's eyes connected for a moment before he continued. "But now we're all stuck here, huh? So I guess it doesn't really matter."
They chatted on an off for a few hours until she fell asleep. It was weird being able to sleep, knowing that someone was watching her back. Megan drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of their voices not far away, talking about beer and cars and someone named Bobby.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but when Megan awoke both the boys were awake, too. She opened my eyes drowsily and allowed her vision to clear. They were sitting farther away from her than earlier, and closer to the door. They were also closer together and talking softly, presumably so that they wouldn't wake Her. Or so I couldn't hear their conversation… She thought.
She strained her ears to hear what they were saying, but she didn't understand any of it. "So, what? Monsters can turn into these weird-ass zombie things too?"
"I don't know, Dean! Maybe. We don't know what they're up to anymore. There isn't exactly a police department and a newspaper up and running to let us know when something weird is going on. They could still be out there killing, or they could be dead, and we wouldn't know."
Monsters? Killing? What are these lunatics talking about? Megan began to rethink letting them stay with her. They were obviously messed-up in the head.
"And what about the demon? You really think he's just taking a holiday during all this? I mean, you haven't had a single vision since this all went down…"
Oh great… demons and visions, too? She started to wonder whether or not to let them know she was awake, when she heard something behind her.
She turned to see they back door of the store, which had a shelf moved in front of it to block it. Behind it, through the glass, she thought she say something moving. "Uh, guys…"
Suddenly, a rotten, bloody hand smashed through the glass panel, followed by many more. There were several zombies waiting outside the door, and their combined force was starting to push the door open. Megan screamed.
Panicked and frozen in place, she watched in horror as the door was pushed open, and the walking dead began pouring in to her once safe-haven. "Shit!" Behind her, Dean swore and pushed himself off the floor, stumbling a little in a drunken haze. He ran forward and grabbed Megan's waist, pulling her away from sure death.
Sam picked up the shotgun that was lying beside him, and started shooting at them as fast as he could-always aiming for the head. He shot a few down, but they had gathered a force to be reckoned with, and there were too many for him to clear out.
Dean, with Megan in one arm and his Taurus in the other, was also shooting at them, but they both knew it was hopeless. "We gotta get out of here!" Sam nodded in agreement and shoved the shelf guarding the front door out of the way.
Finally coming to her senses, Megan pushed her way out of Dean's grasp. She bent over and grabbed one of the guns the boys had brought that was now lying on the floor, and held it up for protection. "Come on, we're leaving." Dean grabbed her arm to lead her out. Megan nodded and followed Sam out into the street.
Dean slammed the door shut behind them, but there was nothing out her to bar the door, so the living dead were bound to come after them. "We gotta get far away from here, man," Dean prompted as he ushered Sam and Megan down the street.
Sam shook his head. "Yeah, I know, but we can't go that far on foot. You're still limping, Dean!" Then he moved his gaze to Megan. "Is there anywhere safe close-by that you know about?"
"If I did, I would have gone there instead of hiding out in that store."
As she spoke, they heard the growling behind them as the zombies made their way out to the otherwise deserted street. "Just RUN!" Dean turned and shot a few rounds into the crowd of the dead. "We just gotta outrun this group, and we'll figure it out from there."
The other two just nodded, and followed his orders. The three of them took off running, albeit slower than they would have liked due to Dean's limp.
Eventually they found a neighborhood that seemed to be empty. The zombies were far behind them, now, and they knew they had to find a place for Dean to rest up. They decided on a house close to the neighborhood's exit, so they could leave quickly in the morning. They house was rather nice. It was two stories high and painted a bright blue color. When they entered the house (which Sam had to break into) it looked ransacked. The people who had lived here seemed to have grabbed as much stuff as they could take before hauling ass to god knows where.
There wasn't much food or drink, but there were real beds to sleep on and some clothes to wear. (It had been weeks since Megan was able to change her clothes, and she was praying that the people last here had left some decent girls clothes behind.)
"Home sweet home…" Dean muttered as he set down his gun on the coffee table. Sam snorted in agreement.