Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Doing the Right Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: all angst, killing oneself but not because of depression, major character death

Summary: As the Apocalypse goes on, all you can do is try and survive. But then you get bit, and now you need to think about Sam and Dean instead of yourself.

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Before making it to town, Dean had found the perfect campground which was too far from any Croats to find. As long as you get the stuff you need, then you should be fine for the next few weeks. There was a freshwater lake next to the campgrounds which is where you'll be getting your water from now on. When you thought about the Apocalypse, you didn't think the Croatoan virus was the way to end all things. You thought angels and demons would at least have something to do with it, but no, it was something way worse.

At least with demons and angels, you can still survive if they're inside you.

"Look, we need three kinds of supplies and there are three of us. It's easier to just split up instead of giving the Croats time to find us. Just go in, get what you need, and meet back at the checkpoint. Everyone clear on what they're supposed to be doing?" Dean asked as he took charge. There were no humans that could be saved from an incurable disease so you three weren't hunters anymore. The only thing you'll hunt is Croats, and you'll hunt them until the day you die. Purifying the world of these people is the only thing you can do to save it. As long as there are two people on Earth, they can rebuild to make this a better place.

"Fine," you sighed as you three split off to grab what you were assigned. The pharmacy was only a few stores down, so you got there pretty quickly to get the medicine and other supplies you might need for a few weeks. Then, when those run out, you would have to make another run and then another run and then fifty more runs until you can't run anymore.

The streets were quiet, and you did your best to carefully enter the pharmacy without getting the attention of the Croats. The pharmacy was trashed, but you were easily able to maneuver through the aisles until you found what you were looking for. The gun you always carried was strapped to your hip just in case you came into contact with a Croat and needed to kill them to survive.

Grabbing the medicine you needed, you packed your backpack before going over to the feminine hygiene section and stocking up on tampons, razors, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. Everything you considered to be valuable, you took and packed it away in the very big and sturdy backpack you stole from some sporting goods store. This was the endgame now, and it was each man for himself. If you saw something you needed, you damn well made sure you got that item.

Sam and Dean counted on you to get everything, especially Dean. When the world went to shit, he leaned on you more than usual. He depended on you to make him feel human and depended on his brother to make him feel sane. Without you, the system would go to shit, as it would if Sam or Dean were to be gone. Dean had been your rock for most things even before the apocalypse which is why it made sense to date him. He had been a pretty fantastic friend, but he was even a better boyfriend.

Grabbing the last thing on your list, you were pretty proud of yourself for keeping quiet this whole time until you tripped over a child's toy in the aisle and knocked over an entire shelf. The noise was so loud that you thought that someone from the other side of the world could hear it. Freezing in your spot, you held your breath as you listened for any kind of scuttle or movement that would indicate Croats heading your way. The place was dead quiet except for the echo of the fall, and you made the conscious decision to escape the place.