"Keep your damn voices down. Karen's upstairs." Bobby tells us after Sam came back and told us how he went to Mrs Jones' house and found her gone full-on zombie and killed her husband. "Oh, I'm sorry. We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?" Dean asked Bobby, annoyed. "The first one to come up." Bobby replied. "First one to go bad." Sam said. "Ah, she was always a nutty broad." Bobby said, dismissively.

"Nutty how? Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?" I asked Bobby, getting annoyed and angry he wasn't taking this seriously. "No." Bobby said, shocked.

"Look, Bobby, I feel for you. But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!" Dean yells at him. "Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them – all of them." Sam said and, immediately, Bobby pulls out a gun and rests it on his lap.

"Time to go." he threatens and I stare at him, shocked. "What?" Dean and I said, confused and shock. "You heard me. Off my property." Bobby said. "Or what? You'll shoot?" Sam asked. "If Karen turns, I will handle it my way." Bobby said.

"This is dangerous." I said and Bobby cocks his gun. "I'm not telling you twice." He growls at us and the boys and I leave.

"He's crazy." Dean grumbles. "It's his wife, Dean." Sam said. "So he goes Full Metal Jacket on us? We're his family, Sam." Dean said, angrily. "Look, honey. Bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy." I said to him. "Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of 'em!" Dean said.

"All right? So?" Sam asked. "So! I'm gonna have to go back there and…and…and kill her. That's the only thing I can think of." Dean said. "If he sees you, you're a dead man." I said to him, worried. "Well, then, I guess I won't let him see me." Dean said.

"Okay. (Y/n) and I'll...head to town and rescue everyone – should be easy." Sam said and I nod. "Sounds like..." Dean said. "We're gonna need some help." I said. "What about the sheriff?" Dean asked her. "Uh, last time I checked, the sheriff was pretty pro-zombie." Sam said. "Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her." Dean said.

"How?" Sam and I asked. "I don't know. You're just gonna." Dean said and I give him a concerned look then I lean up and kiss him. "Be careful." I tell him as I pull back from the kiss. He nods and kissed me, lightly, on the lips again then I go over to Sam and we head back into town.

Sam and I make it into town and go to Jody's house, where we heard some screams coming through. We burst through the front door and see Jody looking at her son in horror, whose mouth was covered in blood, and we could see a dead man behind the boy.

"Let's go!" Sam yells at Jody as he grabs her and pulls her away. "No!" she screams. "Go!" I shouted as we drag her out of the house. "My husband!" She cries as I shut the door behind us. "Leave it! He's dead!" I tell her as we run.

"That was not my son!" she exclaimed, upset, and we stop and turn to her. "You're right. It wasn't. Listen, Sheriff. Your town is in danger. People are in danger, and we need to help them now. Can you do that for us?" Sam asked and she shakes her head. "Can you focus for us, Sheriff?" Sam asked but she doesn't respond as she still looks dumbfounded.

"Sheriff?" I said and she looks over at me. "How do we put them down?" she asked us. "Head shot." Sam said and Jody nods. "We're gonna need weapons." she said. "We can start by rounding up everybody we can find. Where is there a safe place we can take people?" I asked her. "Jail." she said. "Right. Just, um..." Sam said as he takes out his gun. "...give me a minute." he said and he goes back into the house.

Jody looks at me and looked like she was about to say something when we hear a gunshot. She closes her eyes and tears pours down her face. I give her a sympathetic look and place a hand on her shoulder and she wipes away some tears with her hands.

After comforting her, Jody helps us lead the citizens to the police station then she takes guns out of a cabinet as the people gathered around. "All right, if we hand you a gun and you see a dead person, I don't care if it's your friend, your neighbor, or your wife, you shoot for the head. That's the only way we survive." Sam said to the people.

"Uh, you mind telling us who the hell you are?" one guy asked us. "Friends of Bobby Singer's." I said. "Town drunk." the man said, questioning. "No, I – I thought..." Sam said then he nods at Digger, who was among the crowd. "...he was the town drunk." Sam finished.

"Who told you that?" the man asked. "Bobby Singer…." Sam replied while I passed out guns to the people. "Stay sharp." I tell the people. "I'll watch the front door." Sam asked then he goes and opens the door then looks out. He closes the door again and shakes his head at me and Jody.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean opened the front door of Bobby's house and enters the building when he heard a gunshot. "Bobby?!" Dean exclaims as he runs in the house and goes into one of the rooms where he heard the gunshot. There he finds Karen, dead, and Bobby holding her hand.

Dean couldn't help but feel bad for Bobby as he watches the man grieve. "You know, Bobby, if you want to sit this one out..." Dean said to him but Bobby shakes his head. "Let's just get going." Bobby said until they heard a noise.

Dean goes to investigate through the salvage yard while Bobby sits in his wheelchair. "Dean? Dean!" Bobby shouts and he fires at a zombie, which tackles Dean to the ground.
Dean punches the zombie and tries to reach his gun. "Dean?" Bobby calls out then he shoots at and kills a zombie as it runs at him, then shoots at another zombie which is moving behind cars. Dean finally gets to his gun and shoots the zombie that attacked him.

"Dean!" Bobby yells again just as multiple zombies attack both Dean and Bobby. One of them throws Bobby out of his wheelchair onto the ground. Dean shoots it. "Little help here?" Bobby calls out and Dean helps Bobby back into his wheelchair and picks up his gun.

"Guns?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. All right." Bobby said and both he and Dean shoot zombies as they hurry back into the house.

"Got any more ammo? I'm low." Dean said to Bobby once they get inside. "Yeah, we got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it." Bobby said, sarcastically. "A simple no would have been fine." Dean grumbles. "What are they all doing here, anyway?!" he asked Bobby. "I think I get it." Bobby said. "What?" Dean asked but then Zombies begin to break in through the roof and windows.

"Oh, that ain't good." Bobby said as he and Dean fire their guns a few more times until it clicked, indicating no ammo. "I'm out." Dean said. "Me too." Bobby said. "Come on!" Dean said and he and Bobby run and lock themselves in a closet, fighting zombies on the way. 

"Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?" Bobby asked Dean as zombies pound on the door. "It's all right. They're idiots. They can't pick a lock." Dean said then the pounding stops and the door handle moves. "Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?" Bobby asked Dean, annoyed. "I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me." Dean growls.

The closet door opens and Dean hits zombies with the butt of his shotgun. "Get down!" A male voice said and Dean looks over and sees Sam, (y/n) and Jody standing nearby and they shoot all of the zombies.
They lower their guns after all the zombies die and (y/n) looks over at her boyfriend. "Are you okay?" she asked him and he nods.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Well, if there's any zombies left out there, we can't find them." Dean said as he and Jody join me and Sam in front of the massive funeral pyre at the cemetery. "How are the townspeople?" Sam asked Jody. "Pretty freaked out. Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers. As far as I can tell, nobody's believed 'em yet." Jody tells him.

"Would you?" I asked and she shakes her head. "How are you holding up?" I asked and she shrugs, unsure. "Is that everyone?" Dean asked. "All but one." Sam said.

We make our way back to Bobby's house and join him in front of another funeral pyre. "So, thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there." Bobby tells us. "Bobby, you don't owe us anything." Sam said and Bobby looks down and I place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, at least you got to spend five days with her, right?" I said and he nods, slightly.

"Right. Which makes things about a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to kill her?" he asked, upset. "Are you gonna be okay, Bobby?" Sam asked and Bobby sighs.
"You three should know...Karen told me why Death was here." Bobby said and I look over at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota. He came for me." Bobby said.

"What do you mean, you?" Dean asked him. "Death came for me. He brought Karen back to send me a message." Bobby said. "You? Why you?" Dean asked him. "Because I've been helping you, you sons of bitches. I'm one of the reasons you're still saying no to Lucifer, Sam." Bobby said.

"So this was like a hit on your life?" I asked. "I don't know if they wanted to take my life or...my spirit. Either way, they wanted me out of the way." Bobby replied. "But you're gonna be all right. Right, Bobby?" Sam asked him but Bobby doesn't respond.