Old Friends Die Hard
Dean led Megan into the next house. She followed close behind; obviously still jumpy after he had accidently scared her. Dean was still slightly limping from his injury a couple days ago. He hadn't said anything because he didn't want anyone- especially Sam- to worry. But honestly, it still hurt like Hell. Megan didn't say anything, but the way she was staring at Dean when she thought he wasn't looking said it all.
"I'll take upstairs. You look around down here." It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. It was a hard habit to break, giving orders like that. Dean started to realize why his dad couldn't stop either.
The thought of his father hit hard. Since he died, right before the outbreak, Dean tried not to think about the man. It seemed all Sam wanted to do was talk about it. But Dean knew that Sam just didn't understand what it was like to have someone give up their life for you- to die so that you could live.
Megan looked him over. "Are you sure? You're still limping a bit... you really shouldn't be out here at all, let alone walking up and down stairs."
"I can take care of myself, thanks. I don't need you looking after me like some babysitter." Dean retorted harsher than he'd meant to. She didn't say anything, just nodded. He turned to leave, mentally kicking himself for taking out his anger on her. She was just trying to help.
Nothing came of the house. It was already ransacked and empty. The pain in his leg felt worse than before he'd left, and he figured it would be best to get back while he could still walk. Dean struggled downstairs and found Megan sitting on the couch. She was staring off into space, her face completely blank. He was about to say something to get her attention when something else did. A knock on the back door had both of their heads shooting to the door.
Megan stood up and glanced over at Dean, asking silently what to do. Dean motioned for him to follow him as he made his way to the door. The knocking continued.
Dean pulled out his gun, and aimed it in front of him as he swung open the door.
A girl stood in the doorway, looking surprised by not scared by the gun in her face. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something to Dean, but when she looked over at Megan, who was hiding behind him, her expression completely changed. "Megan! It's you!"
Dean looked back at Megan, whose face also brightened. "Jordan? Holy shit, is that really you?" She quit huddling behind Dean and stood beside him instead. "It's okay, Dean. I know her. This is Jordan, we used to be neighbors."
Hesitantly, Dean lowered his gun, but didn't put it away completely. "Hello, Dean." Jordan's eyes flickered to Dean momentarily. Something in her eyes bothered Dean, but Megan seemed to know her. "I'm so glad you're okay! I thought for sure..." her voice trailed off.
Megan tapped on Dean's shoulder. Dean moved over to allow Jordan to come in. "This isn't where we're staying. We're just looking for supplies. You can come with us, though. It's just me, Dean, and his brother."
Dean shot Megan a look, but she ignored him. Jordan, however, lit up. "Oh, thank you so much!"
Dean cleared his throat. "We should get going then." His leg was only getting worse as he stood there. He needed to get back. Plus, he wanted to make sure Sam was okay.
The girls and Dean set off in the direction of base camp. Megan and Jordan were trading stories about where they'd been since the outbreak.
"I was all alone. I didn't know where to go..." Megan finished explaining. "I ended up barricaded in a liquor store- which is where Dean and his brother found me."
Dean listened to Megan's' story quietly. He knew what it felt like to feel all alone. That's how he felt the morning his dad took off for the demon without him, without as much as goodbye.
But just as Megan had found them, Dean had found Sam, and Sam would always be enough for him. But that didn't make him feel any less guilty.
"So where are you guys held up?" Jordan asked.
"Not too far from here," Megan promised.
Jordan nodded. "Good. Is Sam going to be there?"
Dean stopped in his tracks. "What is it, Dean?" Megan stopped as well. Dean pulled out his gun and aimed it at Jordan. "Dean, what are you doing?" Megan screamed.
Jordan was unphased. "How did you know my brother's name?" Dean demanded.
"Megan told me!" She insisted.
Dean shook his head. "No. I heard your conversation. She never once said Sam's name. So I'm gonna ask you again. How did you know my brother's name?
Jordan crossed her arms and smiled. "All of Azazel's buddies know." Suddenly black pooled into her eyes, covering Jordan's blue green eyes completely.
Dean heard Megan gasp as she backed away from her friend. "How is she doing that? Dean?"
Dean held out his hand but kept his eyes on the demon. Megan took it and he pulled her behind him. "She's not Jordan, Megan. Not anymore. She's a demon."
The demon snickered. "He's right, sweetie. Jordan was gone a *long* time ago."
"What are you doing here?" Dean growled.
"Well, I was looking for your baby brother...but I've found something *much* more interesting." She sneered.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head. "I don't know yet. But I will." The demons head snapped backwards unnaturally and her mouth opened. Black smoke that made up the demons true form flooded out of Jordan's body and flew through the air.
"Damn it!" Dean cursed as the demon got away. He rushed forward to catch Jordan's falling body before it hit the floor. He checked her pulse and her breathing, but it was too late. The poor girl had probably been dead for a long time now.
Dean laid her down in front of her, kneeling beside her. From behind him, a small voice asked, "Is she...is she okay?"
Dean sighed. "I'm sorry, Megan."
Megan knelt down beside Dean, and put her head on his shoulder. He could feel her shaking, like she was trying not to cry. He wrapped his arm around her and they sat in silence. Megan trying to calm down and Dean trying to figure out what to do next. Obviously demons were still around and still causing trouble. It would be a lot harder to track them down without being able to find news stories. But they weren't having trouble finding them, apparently.
Oh, shit! Sam! If the demon found Dean, then they could definitely find his brother, who at the moment was completely alone. "We gotta go find Sam, Megan. He might be in trouble."
Megan nodded and stood up. "You're right. We don't want the same thing to happen to Sam," she looked down at her friend.
They were walking away when the now-zombified Jordan reached out and grabbed Megan's leg, digging its nails into her skin.