Saving Grace

Can't Stand Still -- Just a Virgin

~*****~

Zack awakes with a sharp intake of air, his chest heaving as he glances around worriedly. "What-- what happened?" He asks, his voice shaky and hoarse, as if he'd been denied any water for the past few days.

I held up the jar and shook it. "Pulled the infection out of you." I mention dryly. "You're going to be weak. Very weak. My friend said he'd watch over you until you can leave."

Zack groans as he slumps forward, the chains tumbling down around his shoulders and waist. "Thank you." He murmurs softly. "Thank you so much."

I snort. "Yeah, you're welcome. Let's go over a few things before I hit the road... Don't let your guard down. Ever. I meant what I said earlier. Monsters are very real. Anything you could think of-- well, except Big Foot. That's a hoax."

Zack scrunches his face. "So there's a possibility I could become infected again?" He asks nervously.

I shrug. "Depends on how big of a dumbass you are. Don't drop your guard. Something seems off, you run like hell. You smell sulfur? You run like hell. Lights flickering, something calling to you, strange camera flares--"

"Run like hell." Zack finishes with a choked laugh. "I got it."

"Smart kid."

"I'm twenty-five." He mentions irritably.

"Is that right?" I chuckle give a scoff. "Virgin. Anyway, I gotta get going. Enjoy the relaxation while you can, because now that you've been cured, you're still gonna smell like one of them. And the claws and fangs? They'll stick around for a hot minute. Once they leave, you'll seem as human as anyone else."

Zack nods and groans loudly, his hand grasping onto his head. I give him a pat on the back before leaving the panic room. Mary gives a happy squeal as I enter the kitchen.

"I'll let you know when I find out where the boys are." I mention as I sling my bag over my shoulder. "Are you good to watch the baby while I'm out?"

Bobby grunts. "Yep. Already babysittin' some virgin in the panic room, what's a kid gonna do?" Bobby asks. 

I offer him a toothy grin and grasp the keys to one of the old trucks in the yard. "I'm gonna take this to John's old storage unit first, put it quarantine." I shake the jar again and sigh as it quivers and sloshes against the sides of the glass. "Hopefully, no one will break in this time, and unleash 100% pure werewolf sludge. See ya, Bobby." I peck him on the cheek like I always do before leaning down to the baby. "Be back in no time, sweetheart." I hum softly and kiss her head. Mary lets out another happy squeal before digging back into her baby food.

~*****~

The musty air of John's storage unit is still as stagnant as I remember it. Nothing is out of place, thankfully. I place the jar in the spot where the old rabbit's foot had been and place a small card on it for anyone to see that it's highly toxic. When I leave the bunker, an unfamiliar man is standing by my truck, smiling happily as I approach. "Is there a reason you're leaning against my truck?"

"My name is Zachariah. There was an... incident just a few days ago." He mentions, still smiling.

My brows furrow. "An incident? With what?"

"Castiel and Uriel were tasked with finding out who'd been killing off angels. It's safe to say that the culprit had been found and dealt with accordingly." Zachariah explains.

"What does that have to do with me?" I ask irritably.

"They tasked Dean Winchester into extracting information about of the demon who tortured him in Hell. The seals broke containing the foul creature broke."

"What's happened to Dean?" I snap.

"Dean is fine. It's why I am here. He's forgotten who he is, and he needs reminding." Zachariah, and with a subtle press of his fingers on my forehead, I feel a strange wave shoot down my spine.

~*****~

I come to in a soft, comfortable bed. Where the hell was I? I sit up slowly and gaze around, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "You awake, baby?" I hear a familiar voice. I turn to the man besides me, my brows furrowing.

"Yeah... Just had the strangest dream." I mention as I curl back into his chest.

"Wanna talk about it?" My husband asks.

I shrug hesitantly. "Just the usual... weird flashes and some dude who owns a mechanic shop? I dunno, maybe the stress is getting to me." I heave out a soft sigh. "When do we have to get up?" I ask with a whine.

Dean laughs. "Mrs. Smith, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you hated your job."

I roll my eyes. "The only thing I hate about it, sir, is all those other women in the office that think you hung the moon."

Dean beams down at me as he angles himself up and over me. "You got nothing to worry about, baby, now how about I prove it?"

Arousal flares in my belly and I nod eagerly, ignoring that strange feeling brewing in the back of my head.