Hours had now passed and it was night outside. I look through the shades which are drawn, Mark - who I now know - peers through them with caution. A few of the town people are gathered outside. Sam and Dean had gathered some knife's and a some guns.

Just then, I heard a a loud scream that went right through me, as I quickly to to face the sound of it. I could smell the blood from here, and Pam screaming worried she might have gotten blood on her, as Sam and Dean went into the room to check on her as well as Mark. They began to talk, as I turned back to the window to look through the blinds. 

We can't stay here, if we do we are probably dead. Well, they will be...

Suddenly, there was pounding on the front door of the building. I turn my gaze to the front door as the boy counited to bang. "Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!" He shouts scared, wanting to get to safety just as I was about to step forward Mark, Sam and Dean came into the lobby. 

"It's Duane Tanner!" He states before running over to the front door to open it up for him as he comes inside.

"Thank God," Duane breathed out, as he was now safe. They both began to walk back into the lobby, both passing Dean and Sam.

"Duane, you ok?" Mark asked as they went further into the room, as I walked over to the boys.

"That's the guy that I, uh," Dean begins and clicks his tongue and gestured with his hand over his neck with one swoop, meaning he kills. 

"Yeah," Sam simply replies, before I look to him with a sad face. He also told me about his vision.

"Who else is in here?" Duane asked as he stepped forward, but Dean quickly grabs his arm, pulling him back. 

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief. Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over would you?" Dean said, trying to be careful who we let in here. They all glance to the Doc who nods and leads us all back into the lab. 

"Pam?" She shouts half-way to the lab as Pam rushes in as well. 

"Who are you?" Duane asked as he looked to Dean.

"Never mind who I am. Doc," Dean states to the kid before waving his gun to Duane as a gesture to check him over. 

"Yeah, ok," Doc replied as she grabs her gloves as Duane sits on a stool that was in the lab.

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asked, as they were close friends and he knew his parents. 

"On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I... I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?" Duane was clearly in shock and upset by it all, and he just wants to make sure his family was alright, but they were dead. 

"Awkward..." Dean states quietly to Sam, who I was next to, but his tone tried to hold a humours tone, but didn't work well.

Dr. Lee comes round to examine  the boy, but seen's blood on his jeans and crouches down to examine it further, by pulling the material apart to see a deep gash blow his knee cap. "Your bleeding," she announced surprised. 

"Where did you get that?" I asked softly, indicating to his wound as he turned his gaze upon me. 

"I was running, I must have tripped," he replied like it was no big deal and it was only a cut.

"Tie him up, there's rope in there," Dean said like that was no big deal, and nodded his head to Mark and to the room behind.

"Wait..." Duane tried to get up from the stool, but Dean quickly draws his gun on him.

"Sit down!" He shouts at the boy, before Duane sits back down, slightly frightened. 

"I'm sorry, Duane, he's right. We've gotta be careful," Mark said before going into the other room to get the rope.

"Careful? About what?"

"Did they bleed on you?" Dean had now asked him, wanting the truth.

"No, what the hell? No!" Duane states more forceful to us, as he was sure that they didn't bleed on him. 

"Doc? Any way to know for sure, any test?" Sam had now piped up into the conversation. 

"I've studied Beverly's blood-work backwards and forwards," Dr. Lee began as she looked to Sam. 

"My mom!" Duane announced shocked as Doctor looked at him for a moment but then back to us. 

"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn't appear in the blood until then, so... no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns," she spoke with unease on the last part, we wouldn't know until it was too late. 

"Dean, I gotta talk to you. Now," Sam states, as Dean still pointed the gun at Duane before nodding to Mark and lowering it. I stayed put, but I wanted to hear what Sam had to say. Sam had closed the door behind them, as I pressed my back against the wall as Mark talked to Duane. However, I didn't listen to Mark and Duane, instead I pushed my blonde hair behind my ear, and began to listen to Sam and Dean's conversation in another room.

Thank you Super-hearing...

"This is my vision, Dean. It's happening," Sam spoke with certainty. 

"Yeah, I figured," 

"You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not,"

"Well, I think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected," Dean spoke the truth, as his family had all been infected.

"All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see," Sam spoke, trying to reason with his brother.

"For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? Like Gabby. No thanks, can't take that chance," Dean states, I smiled at the mention of my name, still trying to look out for me. How sweet.  I heard some fuss as Dean tried to pass Sam. Sam was keeping Dean from walking through the door. "Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, ok? But it's a tough job and you know that," 

"It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point," 

"What does that buy us?" Dean retorted back to his brother. 

"A clear conscience, for one! I don't think Gabby would approve of this,"  Sam spoke back raising his voice a bit, now dragging me into this.

"Well, it's too late for that and Gabby is a grown woman, she can handle it," Dean state gently, trying to pass his brother again but Sam stopped him.

"What the hell's happened to you?" Sam had finally asked the question he's been dying to ask. Because Dean has changed, there's something he's hiding from us but mostly Sam.

"What?" 

"You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there,"

"Mm-hmm," Dean states, but it more of an acknowledging of Sam's words. Dean tries to move pass Sam again but this time around, there were some commotion. I heard the door close. 

"Hey!" Sam yells to Dean as I heard the lock to the door go. Sam then rattles the door. "Open the damn door, Dean! Don't do it, Dean! Don't!" 

I focused back into the room as Duane was now tied down into another stool in the middle of the room, as the group was scattered around but nearby. Mark had gone to stand next to Dean, who had his gun out. 

"No, you're not gonna... No, no, I swear it's not in me!" Duane pleaded, tears clear in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel bad for him right now. I didn't feel strange, I felt totally normal. 

"Oh God. We're all gonna die," Pam had spoke, rattled to her core.

"Maybe he's telling the truth," Mark had spoke to Dean, giving him a quick glance. 

"No, he's not him, not anymore," Dean said, cocking his gun which made the sound it does.

"Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" Duane scream out, trying hard not to get himself killed. I had faith that he didn't have the virus. I could never be sure but I was willing to take a risk to save the man's life.

"I..." Doc Lee was having a hard time to form her words, and wasn't sure either. "I can't tell," she spoke the truth as no one could.

"Please, don't. Don't, please. I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me, I swear, I, I swear it's not in me. No, don't!" Duane sobbed out the words as he was full on crying, making Doc look at him with sadness as Dean just started to rise his gun to his head.

"I got no choice," Dean replied with a hard cold voice. As he had his finger on the trigger. I look between Dean and Duane as he counited to sob a lot. I took a breath, and lent up from the wall, and held my hand on Dean's gun as he looked at me. 

"There's always a choice Dean, and this," I took a glance to Duane who has tears running down his face. "This isn't right. If you shoot him, you could murder a man in cold blood, and I'm not letting you," my hand began to push down on the gun, Dean's eyes never left mine but the gun was going down. "Have faith, Dean." Everyone watched in tense silence at this, and finally the gun was down and he let go of the trigger. 

"Damn it!" He spoke before turning around and out of the door, going to let Sam out. I hear Duane pant in relief, as I just saved his life. 

His eyes locked onto mine, as I gave him a sweet smile as he smiled back, relief plastered all over his face...

*****

It had been over four hours now, Sam and Dean were in the lab as they were preparing explosives with rags and glass bottles. I had kept an eye out, outside through the blinds. Sam insisted I had some sort of weapon on me, he tried handing me a gun, but a big no-no. So, he give me a plain wooden handled hunting knife. I turn around as I finished looking outside, seeing Doctor Lee head to Sam and Dean in the lab. I walked to the hallway and towards the lab. 

"I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right," Doc states as her hands were in her pockets. I had now come to the door-way as Dean and Sam looked at Doctor Lee. Dean turns back to look a Sam, both sharing a look; as Sam nods to his brother but Dean lowers his head.

"Sure. Yeah," Sam replied as she walked off to untie Duane. But, I moved further into the room as Dean pours more alcohol into the bottle. "You know I'm gonna ask you why," 

"Yeah, I know," he states raising the glass bottle up to see how much alcohol he had put in. 

"So why? Why didn't you do it?" Sam asked as Dean places the bottle down on the table as I had now moved to stand next to Dean. I could see him eye me out of the corner of his eye, before looking back to his glass bottle. 

Dean coughs before he was going to speak. "We need more alcohol," was the only words to Sam, as he sighed and got up and went to the storage room behind to get so more. 

"Dean," I spoke gently, as I touched his shoulder for comfort. "I wouldn't have seen you any other way if you did shoot him, you was trying to protect us and the world. Please don't beat yourself up," I smiled as his eyes finally lifted to met mine.

He gives me a soft smile but doesn't say anything. Just then, I heard a fuss in the next room like there were fighting, Dean and I quickly went to the door but it was locked. Mark had joined us with his gun. With one big kick, Dean had the door open as well all rushed in to see Pam on top of Sam. Suddenly, Dean shoots his gun into Pam's back and she fell lifeless to the ground with three bullet holes in her back. 

We all took steps forward as I peered over the shoulders of Mark and Dean, as Sam was laid on the ground breathing heavily. He looked to us and held his hand out for Dean to take. Dean went forward but Mark grabbed his arm, stopping him. 

"She bled on him. He's got the virus," Mark said, as Dean and I looked at him. Beside's Pam's blood, I could also smell Sam's. Dean and I held stunned faces, looking from Sam to Pam. The truth now sinking into our systems. 

Oh God...