Supernatural Survival: The Last Hunt
Title – Supernatural Survival: The Last Hunt
Pairings – Cannon
Word Count – 6,782
Warnings – violence, monsters from The Last of Us AND Supernatural, shooting and Molotov cocktail throwing, cursing.
JAcklesverseBingo Prompt – Parallel Universe AU
Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves in the middle of the apocalypse—an apocalypse riddled with cordyceps and monsters they have never had to battle before. While searching for items that could help make some weapons, they run into someone who knows what hunting used to mean. She takes them under her wing, bringing them home to Jackson.
The building was in ruins, left for nature to take back after the world fell apart. The floors were filled with holes where rotted wood gave way, and broken furniture and windows littered the rooms the brothers crawled through. Sam and Dean moved carefully through the silence, kicking up dust and mold from time to time despite their planned steps.
“This is disgusting,” Dean muttered, going through the drawers of a worn desk in search of anything they could use.
“You know the deal, Dean. We search everything we come across,” Sam said quietly, his hand resting on the rifle across his chest. He kept his head on a swivel for anything that might come their way. Dean closed the drawer harder than he meant to.
“This place is picked over already. We’re wasting our time,” Dean said in a frustrated huff. The packs on their back carried everything they currently owned, so they’d have to make do with what they had. Sam glared at his older brother, his narrowed eyes being the only part of his face showing as the scarf he had covered his nose and mouth.
“Keep looking anyway,” he grunted. Dean mocked his little brother before looking through the rest of the desk drawers, finding nothing. He kicked the desk in frustration, causing birds to squawk and fly away. Sam turned to glare at Dean and was about to lecture him for his tantrum.
It was that moment of distraction that caused them trouble. One moment, they were searching through old furniture for rags and things they could use as weapons, and the next moment, they were fighting with a clicker that came out of nowhere, pinning Dean down and biting mere inches away from his face. Its claws were ripping into his skin, tearing deeper as he tried to push it away from him. He had jumped into its path when he realized it was headed toward Sam, refusing to let the creature take his brother from him.
“Stay back,” Dean growled, desperately trying to reach the machete hanging from his hip. Sam had aimed with his rifle, waiting for a clear shot to take the zombie out. Suddenly, a screech was heard behind him, and Sam swiftly spun on his feet as another clicker approached them. Without hesitation, he shot twice at the creature’s head. It dropped dead immediately.
Dean finally got a leg up and could kick the clicker away from him, and once he had a little space between them, he pulled his machete up. With a few quick slices, the head of the zombie rolled in one direction while the body fell away. Sam spun with his gun held high to his brother with narrowed eyes. Dean looked up at Sam, panting heavily, his eyes hard and cold. Seeing his brother standing, he lowered the end toward the floor.
“You get bit?” Sam asked, pulling his scarf down. Dean shook his head.
“No,” he answered, wiping sweat from his face. Sam’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“You know the drill, man,” he said quietly. Dean looked over at his brother and frowned, and after a pause, he nodded. He pulled his pack off his back and dropped it at his feet before tugging his shirt away from his chest and neck. Sam stepped closer and studied his brother’s body. There were scratches on his chest that were clearly claw marks, but other than that, his skin was bite-free. Sam nodded with relief, lowering his weapon completely. Dean nodded before buttoning his shirt back up.
“You’re lucky those scratches didn’t go through the tattoo,” Sam muttered distractedly, looking down at the now-dead clickers.
“Never thought I’d say this, but I miss when we hunted ghosts instead of these motherfuckers,” Dean muttered, bending over to pick up his pack. Sam chuckled lightly.
“At least our hunting skills come in handy,” he replied, looking back at his brother. “Nice use of the machete there.”
Dean tipped his head in thanks. “I miss the bunker,” he sighed.
“Me, too,” Sam said. “If we could make it back there, establish some way to grow our food, and get clean water, it could be a fortress against all this shit,” Sam said with a shake of his head.
“I know we could do it,” Dean agreed, hiking his bag comfortably on his back. Suddenly, a series of loud screeches echoed around them, then gunshots. The brothers turned their heads toward the open hole in the floor, eyes narrowed and guns drawn; as soon as they reached the edge, a woman lept and tried to pull herself up. Dean made his way over to her and grabbed her arm, hauling her up as Sam started shooting at the clicker that rounded on her.
As soon as she got her balance, she turned and started to fire into the floor below. Once the screeching stopped, the woman paused and stared into the hole while breathing heavily. Her light-colored eyes glanced at the two men before staring down into the hole; Sam kept his rifle pointed into the hole, and Dean had his handgun pointed at her. The three then stood there, silent. Waiting.
The woman’s eyes lifted to the men after a minute of silence. Dean noted she was young, far younger than anyone out alone should be. They stared at each other for a long moment, hearing nothing but the birds outside and a few crickets scattered around the building.
“You, uh… You hear anything?” the woman whispered timidly. Sam and Dean glanced at each other, then shook their heads. Finally, after a tense moment, she dropped her arm and stepped back. She placed her hands on her knees to draw air into her lungs, the adrenaline giving way to anxiety.
“Okay… good,” she muttered, looking between the men before her. She then noticed the two dead clickers nearby, eyes widening. “Oh, shit. Did you take those down?”
“Yeah, a little bit before you showed up. And you are?” Dean asked, his gun still trained on the young woman.
She looked over at Dean, startled when she realized he had a gun on her. She opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by a scratching of static and a mumbling voice. The woman took what looked like a toy walkie-talkie out of her back pocket, making the voice slightly more precise.
“Where the hell are you, Casey?” the voice asked irritably. “I heard gunshots. Are you okay? I swear if you are dead, I’m going to kill you myself.”
“I’m fine, Y/N,” the woman – Casey – said into the ancient walkie-talkie. “I ran into trouble but found some help taking down the clickers. This building isn’t as clear as we thought it was.”
“Raiders?” the scratchy voice asked.
“Raiders wouldn’t have saved my life.”
“Famous last words. Get your ass up here.”
“On my way,” Casey said with a smirk, clicking the walkie-talkie off. She looked over at the brothers and slipped it back into her pocket.
“I’m Casey, and that was Y/N,” she said, tilting her head away from where they were standing. “I’m going to assume you aren’t going to kill me. If that’s true, then… Come on. We know a way out of here that’s a fuck ton safer than going back down through that.” Casey turned, walking down a hallway and stepping over the dead clickers. Dean moves to follow, but before he gets far, Sam stops him.
“The hell, Dean?”
“Well, I’m not gonna stay here,” Dean said.
“So, you want to follow a complete fucking stranger to God knows where?” Sam asked incredulously.
“The other option is to go back down there. I don’t want to do that. Do you?” Dean asked with a raised brow. Sam scoffed at his brother but followed when Dean walked after Casey.
By the time they reached Y/N, the brothers had found several things they could use for makeshift weapons: more rags, scissors and broken pieces of metal, some rope, and a few old glass containers. On the other hand, Casey was collecting things like pens and pencils, notepads, journals, and some clothing.
Y/N was folding what looked to be clothing into a duffle bag. She heard shuffling and was pointing a gun at the three before they even turned the corner. Casey started to whistle before turning the corner, her hands up in surrender. The brothers followed a few steps behind, their hands on their weapons. Y/N relaxed when she saw Casey walking toward her but immediately returned to the defense when she spotted the brothers.
“Who the fuck are you two?” Y/N growled, her gun back up, and pointed at the brothers as she stood.
“Put your gun down, and let’s talk about this,” Sam said calmly, his rifle pointed at her.
Y/N cocked an eyebrow. “I think not,” she muttered under her breath.
“Y/N, no! They saved my life,” Casey shouted, trying to stop her from shooting them. Y/N glanced at the girl. “They got me away from a clicker and even killed it. They killed two on their own.”
“And that makes them friendlies?” Y/N snapped quietly. Sam side-stepped while the two argued, moving to give him a better advantage. “Don’t even think about it, or I will drop you where you stand.”
“You aren’t fast enough,” Dean said, cocking his gun.
“Okay, okay… let’s all just take a breath here,” Casey said with a frown. Y/N shifted toward her. That movement caused Dean to notice something familiar on her arm.
“Wait!” Dean shouted, causing both Y/N and Sam to freeze. “Show me your forearm.”
“What?” Y/N asked incredulously. He did not just ask to see…
“Show me your arm,” he asked again, speaking slower. Y/N stared at him for a long moment before using one hand to shove the sleeve up on the arm holding the gun, exposing the anti-possession tattoo inked just near the crease of her elbow. Dean looked at it, pressing his lips in a thin line. He glanced at Sam quickly before he returned his gaze to Y/N.
In sync, like the brothers always are, they reached up to the collar of their shirts and pulled them aside, exposing their chests. There, in black ink, were identical tattoos. This caused Y/N’s expression to slacken in surprise as she cursed.
“What are you guys? Are you part of the same cult or something?” Casey asked, confusion coloring her tone. Y/N stood up straight, her arms dropping to her sides. She studied the brothers while they studied her.
“Something like that,” she said softly. Y/N pulled a silver flask from her back pocket and held it up for the two men to see. “Why don’t you humor me?” she said as she tossed it at Dean, who caught the silver item with one hand. Sam looked over at his brother, watching as Dean turned it over and looked at the etchings on the front. His brow raised as he ran his thumb over the runes.
“I applaud your rune choices, but I do wonder just how holy your water is,” he said, opening the bottle and taking a quick swig. Dean handed the flask to Sam, who also took a sip before closing it and tossing it back to her. She caught it one-handed, a harsh smirk dancing across her lips as she raised her brows at him, slipping it back into her pocket. Dean pulled out a silver blade from its hiding spot behind his back. He flung it at her with a flick of his wrist, having it land in the old wood near her feet. Y/N didn’t react, keeping her eyes on him.
“Let’s see if you can handle a real test,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/N nodded at him once, reached over, grasped the handle of the silver blade, and tugged it out of the wood. Her eyes dropped to look over the blade, eyeing its intricate engraving before carefully slicing a bit of her forearm open. Dean watched and glanced at Sam, who nodded when she didn’t react. Y/N flung the knife back at the brothers, the blade ending up in the wall between them. Dean scoffed as he pulled it out and returned it to its hiding place on his body.
Y/N’s entire attitude changed, with surprise and a bit of longing in her voice. “I haven’t seen another hunter in almost 20 years. I’m Y/N.”
“I’m Dean. This is Sam,” Dean said, sliding his weapon back into its holster at his back. Sam waved slightly at her, his expression much more open and friendly. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, a smile playing on her lips.
“Winchester? Should have known you two would have survived,” she muttered with a shake of her head.
“You’ve heard of us?” Sam asked. Y/N scoffed, sliding her gun into the waistband of her worn jeans.
“Anyone in the business has heard of you guys,” she said, then pointed to the ground beneath her feet, a severe expression on her face. “You guys didn’t have anything to do with this apocalypse, did you?” The brothers bitch-faced the woman before sharing a glance. They went about their way, looking over the room and gathering supplies they could use while Y/N spoke to Casey.
“I’ve picked up as much as I could find on the top five floors. Add your items into the bag, and we’ll get out of here,” she said. Casey nodded, kneeling to add her scavenged items to the duffle bag. “We can check out those houses we passed back to the bus and see if anything is left behind.” A loud crash echoed distantly, followed by a screech. All four turned and lifted their weapons toward the sound, standing frozen in their places. Silence settled over them again, but Y/N wasn’t willing to wait and see what would happen next.
“We gotta get out of here,” she muttered, her eyes watching for anything that moves.
“You got an exit in mind?” Dean asked. Y/N and Casey glanced at each other, and Y/N tilted her head toward the back of the floor toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that were giving them light to see.
“Casey, take point,” Y/N said quietly, her eyes unmoving. Casey nodded as she lifted one of the duffle bags at their feet. Once it was secure across her body, she slowly walked toward the back of the room, her gun still in her hands.
“Sammy, go,” Dean muttered as he glanced behind them.
“Dean,” Sam warned.
“I’m right behind you,” he said. Sam frowned but followed Casey, watching Dean follow him. Y/N covered the back of their line with the second duffle bag over her shoulder. When Sam caught up with Casey, he saw a hole in the wall leading to a balcony. Casey was dropping her duffle bag over the side to the ground three floors below. She then propped open a slab in the metal to reveal what was left of a hidden staircase. She then dropped Y/N’s bag over the side once the group was together. One by one, the foursome made their way down to the ground. Y/N glanced up at the building once her feet hit the grass.
“This way,” Y/N muttered, picking up one of the duffle bags tossed down and throwing the strap across her body. She began leading them away from the building and into shadows cast by the overgrowth of trees, their bodies disappearing into the brush.
There was an unspoken agreement that the four would stick together, and they walked through the brush silently. After a while, the four paired off in their walking. Sam walked with Casey; Dean walked with Y/N. The silence proved too much for the younger pair, and soon they started chatting. The muted voices were almost peaceful to listen to as they walked, the older pair keeping an eye out for danger. A twig snap had the two older ones turning and raising weapons, listening to the sounds of nature surrounding them for signs of danger.
It wasn’t until they saw a rabbit scampering by that they relaxed.
“Never a dull moment,” Y/N muttered, causing Dean to chuckle.
“I can’t tell you the last time I let my guard down,” he said quietly, shaking his head. The two started walking again. Y/N glanced at him. “At least before all this clicker shit happened, I felt like I could get a few hours’ of peaceful sleep at night.”
“The only way I slept out here was in a hammock chair I found in an abandoned Home Depot back in the day, hung up in the branches of a tree off the ground at least a hundred feet,” Y/N said. “Most uncomfortable way to sleep, but I wasn’t gonna stay on the ground for nothing.”
“Sammy and I would take turns staying up at night, keeping watch and the fire burning. It never felt like a restful sleep, though. Always woke up tired no matter how long I was out,” he explained.
“Like you never rested in the first place?” Y/N asked, looking over at the older brother. He glanced at her before answering.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“I’d rather hunt a house full of vampires while on my period in cut-off shorts than deal with this shit. At least with vampires, I know what to expect. It feels like every time we turn around, we’re learning something new about these cordyceps and whatnot,” Y/N muttered with a shake of her head. Dean smirked.
“It’s been a few years since I took out anything that wasn’t human or cordyceps driven. I figured all the evil in the world has up and vanished given how humanity has all but destroyed itself,” Dean said.
A few hours later, the four walked out of the woods and up to a neighborhood filled with rundown houses that were most likely beautiful once upon a time. Now, with rotted wood and overgrown lawns, they simply looked like how the rest of the world did: abandoned and left for Mother Nature to recall as her own. With a sigh, Y/N paused and looked at the group.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m exhausted,” Y/N said tiredly. “Let’s head to the safe house. We’ll clear it and make camp for the night.”
“I think we left behind some canned food last time we were there. It’s not anything gourmet, but fifteen-year-old canned peaches and some Chef Boyardee sounds pretty damn good to me right now,” Casey said, leading the way.
“Man, you found peaches?” Sam asked, jogging to catch up with the younger woman.
“Canned peaches. I’m not promising the best-tasting fruit here,” Casey smiled.
“We can dig through more of the houses around here while we are here; we might find some good stuff while we’re at it,” Y/N said as she looked over the overgrown streets. “I don’t think anyone has been through those houses in the back. Who knows what we’ll find.”
“Okay. We did the houses on that side of the street when we came here last week,” Casey said, pointing to the houses on the left. “That means we still need to search these houses over here on the right.”
“Anyone in these homes right now?” Sam asked, looking back at Y/N as she eyed the homes. She shook her head sadly.
“This was one of the areas FEDRA came through early when they started the quarantine zones back in the day. These places were abandoned early, and being that it’s a random neighborhood in the middle of nowhere, no one has been here in years,” she explained. “Unless someone was passing through and thought to search the homes, we should be lucky to find some more canned food at least.”
“We’ll split up into twos and hit a few houses before heading to your safehouse for the night. How’s that sound?” Dean asked. Y/N looked over at him and shrugged.
“Sounds good to me. We can pull some stuff from the homes for you guys too, make some more comfortable bedding options and maybe even some clothes,” she replied. They spent the next few hours going through some of the homes and finding some canned food, a comforter, three musty pillows, a few t-shirts, and a worn pair of sweatpants. All in all, it was a good haul. The four had green beans and carrots with their Chef Boyardee and peaches that night.
“Just because we’re in the middle of the apocalypse doesn’t mean clickers are the only things we need to worry about,” Y/N snarked.
“When’s the last time you hunted anything that wasn’t riddled with cordyceps?” Dean asked, disdain dripping from his voice. Y/N shot him a glare from the corner of her eye as the four trudged through the woods.
“When was the last time we did?” Sam muttered under his breath, dodging the elbow his older brother tried to shove into his side. Casey laughed lightly at the antics while Y/N smirked at the brothers as they climbed through the trees.
“You’d be amazed at what needs killing, even now,” Y/N said. “While I haven’t actively hunted anything demonic in quite a while, I’ve been known to do quite a few salt and burn’s along the way. Even now, people need to be put to rest.”
Sam shot Dean a look and a smirk as if to say, ‘I told you so,’ which earned him an eye roll in return.
“Do I want to know what you guys are talking about?” Casey asked lightly, causing all three of them to answer in the negative. They were quiet after that, hiking through overgrown grass and ferns between tall trees that had taken back what was rightfully theirs a thousand years ago.
They had been walking for a couple of hours when it happened. The sun dipped low, throwing a beautiful sunset across the sky when a low growl echoed off the trees surrounding them. They froze in their spots, each looking out to locate the owner of the sound.
“What the hell was that?” Casey asked with apparent fear in her voice.
“That doesn’t sound like infected,” Dean muttered, slowly pulling his handgun from his thigh holster. Sam shook his head slightly, looking at their surroundings more carefully as he pulled his gun.
“It isn’t human either,” Sam said quietly. Y/N hushed them both, listening more intently to their surroundings. It had gone oddly quiet, the sounds of birds and crickets disappearing completely. Another growl echoed, this time louder and closer. All four heads swung in the direction it was coming from.
“We have a predator among us,” Y/N whispered. Dean and Sam glanced at each other before returning to studying their surroundings.
“I don’t understand what is going on,” Casey said, her gun in her hand and her wide eyes scanning the woods around her.
“Just stay between us, and you’ll be fine,” Y/N quietly told her. On instinct, the three hunters formed a protective triangle around the younger girl. Suddenly, rustling and heavy breathing disturbed the absolute silence. A guttural sound echoed close by them. The location of the sounds made them feel like they were surrounded.
“Behind,” Sam muttered, causing Dean to glance behind them. There it stood, in all its glory. The skeletal form of a wendigo, tall and skinny with razor-sharp teeth on display in its open mouth. Black beady eyes narrowed on the foursome. Its claws wiggled as if preparing to attack at any moment.
“Oh, fuck,” Dean whispered harshly. The thing screeched a violent scream that caused all of them to stumble back a few steps, pointing the weapons out, knowing they wouldn’t do anything about it.
“What were you saying about hunting during the apocalypse?” Y/N asked sarcastically to hide the fear in her voice.
“Run! Now!” Dean said, firing three rounds at the monster in front of them. Sam grabbed Casey’s hand before turning and running as fast as they could. Y/N fired a couple of rounds before she turned and ran, Dean following quickly behind her. The wendigo charged them, a violent roar escaping him that echoed off the trees. It barreled them down quickly, knocking into Dean and throwing him off his feet.
“Dean!” Sam shouted, turning back to see him. Y/N stopped and looked behind her as well.
“I’m fine! Keep going!” they heard him yell. The three turned around to start running again, only to come face-to-face with the monster. Y/N screamed in fright, causing him to toss her aside. Its claws tore her skin open, leaving behind scratches across her side. She landed against a tree and fell into a pile of ferns.
“Y/N!!” Casey screamed as Sam pulled up his rifle and shot it in the face twice to distract it. It shrieked and backed off.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Y/N groaned as Dean approached her.
“C’mon, we gotta move,” he said, trying to help her. She nodded her head but moved slowly. Sam darted over to where they were, his weapon raised and ready to fire when the wendigo showed its face again. However, the familiar screeches they heard weren’t from their monster. All four of them glanced at each other with genuine fear.
“This can’t be happening,” Sam muttered as he turned his head, looking for the clickers. The girls grabbed the brothers and yanked them down into the ferns, hiding them from sight.
“Be silent,” Casey whispered almost silently. With racing hearts and fear running through them, they watched as the clickers moved right by them. The wendigo growled somewhere nearby, causing Dean to stiffen. Y/N put her hand on his arm as a warning. The clickers turned and screeched, looking for the monster who had made so much noise, and it wasn’t moments later that they discovered their prey. The trees then erupted with the growls from the wendigo and the screeching from the clickers as the fight began.
They stood from their hiding spot and watched dumbfounded as the wendigo fought the clickers. Clawed hands were everywhere, and blood and chunks of skin were flung in different directions as each monster attacked the other, shredding each other to bits.
“Alright, now I’ve seen everything,” Dean muttered, pulling a scoffing laugh from Sam. Y/N pulled a half-filled bottle of alcohol and a torn piece of fabric out of her pack. She poured some liquid on the fabric before stuffing it into the bottle in a makeshift Molotov and holding it in front of her.
“Gimme a light,” she muttered to Dean. He looked at the bottle in her hands and smirked before digging a lighter out of his pocket. Y/N kept her eyes on the fighting monsters before her as Dean carefully lit the damp rag hanging from the top of the bottle. Once the fire was intense, Y/N reared back and threw the bottle.
Smashing glass gave way to a quiet woosh of alcohol catching on fire as it fell on the wendigo, clickers, and foliage nearby. Pain-filled cries filled the darkening sky as the flame quickly ate up the dead skin of the monsters, the loud sounds drawing the few other clickers that were nearby. Soon, they were also engulfed in flame.
Y/N smirked as she looked over at the brothers. Dean was smiling widely as he watched the monsters burn to the ground. He shared a glance with Sam, and the brothers looked relaxed for the first time in Y/N’s presence. Y/N and Casey shared a glance before watching more of the fire burn.
“Isn’t that Dina?” Y/N questioned the next day, squinting as they approached the bus. Casey turned to look in the direction Y/N was pointing, then jumped excitedly.
“It is Dina!” she exclaimed, then shouted with all her might. “Dina!!” Her voice echoed down the street of abandoned buildings and broken roads. The three other people winced as they heard it. The woman riding the horse in the distance turned around to look their way, and the noise that could only be recognized as infected started heading their way.
“Casey!” Dean growled at her, pulling out his handgun. Y/N shook her head as she walked forward, bending down to pick up what looked like what used to be a baseball bat as she did. As she stood up, she swung the bat upward, connecting with the head of a runner headed her way. The blood and bone splattered across her went ignored as she turned to swing again at the one coming right behind him.
“I’m sorry!” Casey shouted as she pulled up the rifle handed to her by Y/N miles ago. Sam was picking off infected from farther away, backing up a little to avoid hitting his partners in the fight. Dean shot a runner that was headed for her twice in the head before kicking another one in front of him.
“Duck!” he heard Sam’s voice shout, causing Dean to drop to one knee. Above him, he heard a small explosion and looked up just in time to see a body collapse behind him. Dean holstered his gun and pulled out his machete, hacking his way through two runners who started to come toward him. A loud screech caught his attention, and he noticed Y/N had a clicker coming up behind her. Before he could shout a warning, he watched as she grabbed a runner and turned with him, shoving him into the clicker. The clicker grabbed him and bit into his neck, giving her time to pull a weapon and fire on them both.
Impressive, he thought. The fight carried on for what felt like hours but was only fifteen minutes. Dina and Ellie, who were nearby, came to their rescue, firing their guns into the heads of the runners as they rode closer.
“I thought someone cleared this area,” Y/N panted, looking at Dina. She shrugged.
“It was last week. Who knows where these guys came from? We’ll have to talk to Tommy about it, though,” Dina said, with Ellie nodding. Just then, Jessie rode up to see them standing among several dead runners.
“Uh, things okay?” he asked, concerned. He eyed the brothers suspiciously before looking at Casey.
“Hey, Jessie,” she said with a wide smile. The three adults in the group rolled their eyes and turned to check on each other while the two lovebirds took a moment to get reacquainted. Dean and Sam looked each other over, ensuring no bites were visible, while Y/N chatted with Dina and Ellie for a moment.
“Uh, hey, Y/N?” Casey started.
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead.”
“Thank you so much! I promise we’ll meet up in Jackson so I can help clean the clothing we found.”
“Go on, get out of here.”
Y/N took the duffle bag that she was carrying from her before Jessie helped get Casey on his horse. The four twenty-somethings turned and wandered off to finish their rounds as Y/N watched them with a sarcastic smirk. Once they were out of sight, she turned and looked at the brothers who were watching the scene in front of them with barely disguised amusement. Sam reached ahead, took the extra bag Y/N was carrying, and slung it over one shoulder.
“C’mon. The bus is over here.”
The sun was setting on their third day together when the old school bus appeared.
“This is yours?” Sam asked, eyeing the school bus critically. Y/N smiled slightly.
“Yep,” she replied tiredly.
“And it runs?” Dean asked, surprised, coloring his tone as he looked it over. Y/N unlocked the padlock she had on the door and shoved it open so they could board.
“Took me three years to figure out how to get the power the solar panels on the roof provide to run the engine. I took the batteries from an old Tesla and put it in the bus, making it easier,” Y/N said. Dean looked at her, impressed. “Make yourselves at home.”
Sam and Dean shared a look before climbing the bus, startled when they saw the inside. Shelves and crates to hold things she collected along the way lined one side of the bus. On the opposite side were a few mattresses with blankets and pillows. A small shelf held cooking items like the kind you would camp with. Y/N even put in what looked like those cubbies kindergartners used to keep their stuff behind the driver’s seat.
“Wow,” Sam muttered as they walked onto the bus.
“Feel free to get comfy. I’ve got some lanterns back there, matches to light them nearby. We’ll get moving in the morning,” Y/N said, letting Dean pass her. “I’ll take the first watch.”
Twenty minutes later, Sam was fast asleep on a mattress at the back of the bus. Y/N was sitting in the driver’s seat, a rifle in her hands, as she watched out the window. However, Dean seemed too wired to rest and instead was browsing the collections of items she had shelved.
“So, why are you collecting all this random shit?” Dean asked, flipping through a stack of books on one of the shelves bolted to the side of the bus. Y/N turned her head to look at what Dean was looking at, resting her head on the butt of the rifle.
“The place I live in now is a commune. We share everything and pitch in where we can do whatever needs to be done. The problem is that resources get thin quickly, and sometimes we need more. Of everything,” she explained. “And I kind of hate being in one place for a long period after living the hunter lifestyle.”
“I hear that,” Dean said with a smirk, facing her with a book. He flips through the pages as he walks to the front of the bus to sit on the couch across from her.
“Well, I head out every other month or so to find things people need,” she explained. “You’d be amazed at what people leave behind when they rush to get out, and when you are trying to rebuild a home, you need everything. Dishes to eat off, clothing to wear, books for entertainment…”
“And you just go out, find this stuff, and bring it back?” Dean asked. Y/N shrugged.
“I used to travel around the states in a 1969 Mustang, painted the prettiest blue you’d ever seen. The longest I’d ever stayed in one spot was three weeks. And that was because of a pretty bad concussion and three broken ribs. The idea of settling down isn’t appealing to me,” Y/N said.
“What were you hunting? That busted you up?” Dean asked, book forgotten.
“A rakshasa. I was hunting alone, which I know better than to do, but you do what you have to when people are dying,” she said with a wince. Dean nodded. “What about you? I’d love to hear some of those famous Winchester stories.”
Dean just smiled.
A loud whistle could be heard as the bus approached the large gate.
“Hey! Y/N’s back! Someone go get Maria and Tommy!” a voice shouted. Sam and Dean looked out the front window and watched as the gate slowly opened. Y/N pulled the bus in and parked it just inside the gate. She heaved a heavy sigh before opening the door.
A commotion happened as soon as they walked off the bus. Weapons were pointed in their direction, voices were raised, and threats were thrown; Y/N stood in front of the brothers with her arms in surrender as the brothers stood defensively.
“I don’t fucking think so, Tommy! They’re with me!” she shouted back at the pseudo-leader of the commune.
“You can’t just bring random people into Jackson! You put all of us at risk,” someone shouted.
“You know me well enough to know I wouldn’t bring just anyone in here,” Y/N answered.
“How do we know these people are safe?” another shouted.
“Get your fucking gun out of my face!” Dean growled at someone.
“Shut up and let me handle this,” Y/N bit out at him.
“Looks like you’re causing some trouble, Y/N,” Joel said, standing back with a smirk. Y/N shot him a glare.
“Y/N, what the hell are you thinking,” Tommy asked, walking up to her, a gun in his hand pointed at the men behind her.
“I thought I could bring a couple of friends with me back home without the terror squad bearing down on us,” she snapped at him. When one of the men shouting at her stepped up to make a move on them, Y/N turned to face him. “Try it, and I’ll knock you the fuck out, Aaron.”
“Calm down; they are just defensive because you brought strangers into their home,” Maria said, walking up next to Tommy. “Put your gun down, Tommy, you aren’t helping the situation.”
“Maria, these are my guys,” Y/N said with a look.
“What do you mean, your guys?” she asked.
Y/N rolled up her sleeve to show her tattoo. Sam saw her do that and pulled his shirt aside to show his, elbowing Dean in the process. While rolling his eyes, Dean pulled his shirt aside and showed his tattoo. Maria’s eyes widened, then moved to stand before the trio.
“They are welcome here, and anyone who has a problem with it can speak to me directly,” Maria announced to the growing crowd. Maria turned to look at Y/N, glanced at the bus, and frowned. “Where’s Casey?”
“She stayed behind with Jesse and the girls to help on patrol,” Y/N said. Maria smirked.
“Help on patrol or mess around with Jesse?”
“We haven’t showered in weeks, Maria. Let him have at it if that’s what he wants to fool around with.”
There was humor in their eyes as they turned to see Tommy and Sam talking while Joel and Dean seemed to be sizing each other up. The rest of the crowd dispersed after giving Sam and Dean the once-over. No one went into the bus for the things she found; they all knew once she cleaned up and washed everything, they would be dispersed appropriately: books would go to the library, food to the dining hall, games, and recreation goods to the main entrance, and everything else to the storefront she ran so people can pick through what they need. In another month or so, she would head out in another direction to find more items to bring back to Jackson to help families settle in with a list of requests from people looking for specifics if she could see them.
“Would you guys be willing to stay with Y/N until we can find you a place to live?” Maria asked Sam.
“uh…” Sam stuttered, glancing at Dean.
“Yeah, they’re with me,” Y/N said.
“Okay. We’ll get you some clean clothes. I’m sure she’s got some your size, but they most likely need to be washed. Whatever else you need, we’ll get that together too. Get cleaned up, and get some sleep. We’ll get together later and talk,” Maria said, smiling.
“I get the first shower,” Y/N said. “You boys will most likely use up the hot water.”
“You’ve got hot water?” Dean asked, longing to color his voice. Y/N smiled gently at him, recognizing they had no idea what they were brought into.
“We’ve got electricity here,” she said calmly. “So, we have hot water. We also have shampoo, soap, hot food, and many other comforts. It’s not like it used to be before the outbreak, but it's closer to home than any QZ ever was.”
Dean looked at Sam with emotion in his eyes, grabbing the back of his neck tightly. Sam stared at his brother with teary eyes and a shaky smile. Y/N glanced at Maria, who was smiling at the boys.
“We made it, Sammy,” Dean said quietly.
“C’mon. Let’s go to my place and get settled,” Y/N said, climbing back on the bus. As Sam and Dean climbed on, Y/N smiled at them. “Oh, and boys? Welcome to Jackson.”
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