All Over Again

Looking At The Options

Sorry for any spelling errors. It's 3AM and I'm on my ipod. Going to sleep- Isabel

I'm helping Dean put things in the Impala. Dean stops and walks over to Sam. I do the same.

Dean sighs. "Let me guess. We're about to have a talk." I contemplate whether to let them talk alone or not, I decide that I'm here already so I should stay.

"Look, for the record... I agree with you. About me. You think I'm too weak to take on Lucifer. Well, so do I. Believe me, I know exactly how screwed up I am. You, Bobby, Cass, even Isabel." Sam says looking at me. "I'm the least of any of you."

"Sam...." I say. Why does he always put himself down?

 "No, it's true. It is. But.. I'm also all we've got. If there was another way... But I don't think there is. There's just me. So I don't know what else to do. Except just try to do what's got to be done."

I take a deep breath, blurring my emotions. Right before I say something Crowley shows up.

"And... Scene." He walks over to us with a paper in his hand. "There's something you need to see." He hands Sam the paper.

Sam reads. "Niveus pharmaceuticals is rushing delivery of its new swine-flu vaccine to "stem the tide of the unprecedented outbreak." Uh, shipments leave Wednesday."

There's a pause. "Niveus pharmaceuticals. Get it?" Crowley looks at us. I have no idea what he's talking about. "You guys are lucky you have your looks. Your demon lover, Brady?" He looks at Sam. "V.P. of distribution, Niveus. Ah, yes, that the sound of the abacus clacking?" He shakes his head. " We all caught up?"

I look questionably to Crowley. "So, pestilence..."

Sam finishes for me. "...was spreading swine flu."

"Yeah, but not just for giggles. That was step one. Step two is the vaccine. And you think...." Dean says.

"I know. I'll stake my reputation. That vaccine is chock-full of grade-a, farm-fresh Croatoan virus." Crowley states.

"Simultaneous, countrywide distribution. It's quite a plan." Sam says.

"They don't get to be horsemen for nothing. So, you guys better stock up on...Well, everything. This time next Thursday, we'll all be living in zombie land."

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Dean closes the trunk of the Impala.

He sighs and looks at Sam. "All right, well...Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse."

Sam smiles sadly. "Yeah. Good luck killing Death."

"Yeah."

"Remember when we used to just...hunt Wendigos? How simple things were?" Sam asks.

"Not really."

Well, um." Sam pulls out Ruby's knife. "You guys might need this." He hands the knife to Dean.

"Keep it." Crowley pops up, handing Dean a scythe "They're covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself." Crowley says, talking about the scythe.

Cas looks curious. "How did you get that?"

"Hello! king of the crossroads. So, shall we?" He looks at Bobby. "Bobby, you just gonna sit there?"

"No, I'm gonna river dance." Bobby says blantly

" I suppose if you want to impress the ladies." He shakes his head. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact -- you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist." He looks back down at Bobby. "Just gonna sit there?"

Bobby slowly, but surely stands up. I get a giant grin.

"Son of a bitch."

"Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy."

"Thanks." Bobby says, smiling. I've never seen him so happy.

Crowley turns around and starts walking. "This is getting maudlin. Can we go?"