The Deadly Virus (SPN story)

One

PART I: Infection

Driving out on the road, they tried to find the nearest motel to stay in after hunting a couple of vampires.

"See any close by, Sammy?" Dean asked, glancing at him as he drove.Sam looked at the map in his lap. 

"There's one a couple miles from where we are right now. I think it'll work."

Dean nodded, continuing to drive. This wasn't just a car, it was a 1967 Chevy Impala, or what he calls "baby." It was originally John's car, and he remembers telling him to buy it when he got zapped back in time to 1973 by Castiel, his angel friend. This car is basically a treasure to him, and he will never give it up, no matter what happened. Except when they had to ditch it, more like forced to, because of the leviathan's cloning the brothers with the same car, making them FBI's most wanted duo. Ever since the leviathan population stopped, he's been driving her ever since.

He pulled off the road, finding the motel Sam found on the map, pulling into a parking spot. Grabbing their duffel bags, they headed inside. Red walls covered the main area, a green marble table sitting on the right side. They checked in, renting a room for a couple nights, and headed to their room. This is basically how they live now: on the road, checking in motels, and getting fast food when they can. 

"Well...I'm gonna get some rest." Dean said, laying down on one of the beds, closing his eyes.Sam took out his laptop, sitting on the other bed across from his brother's. He always looks for something that sounds unusual, that it's their kind of case. Pulling up the first link he saw, he sat up, not believing the first sentence he just read.

"Dean...you need to see this." He said, getting his attention.

"Now what?" Dean asked, walking over to him and looking at his laptop screen. "I don't see anything weird."

"Remember when we were roaming around a town, and you spotted something carved into a pole?" Sam asked. His brother nodded. "Well...judging by when they say the 'deadly virus is back and wiping out almost half the population,' I think it links to that."

Dean suddenly gave a serious look. "Son of a bitch." He sat back down on his bed. "Really? Croatoan again?"

Sam shrugged. "Apparently."

"So...we're dealing with the crazy zombie apocalypse again? After going through it who knows how many times?"

"Yep...but at least we know how to deal with it." Sam said, looking out the window. "What the hell?"He shot up, narrowing his eyes as he looked outside. Taking his gun out, he loaded it up.

"Whoa, Sam. What's with the 911 move?" Dean asked, standing up.

He glanced at him. "I thought I saw someone standing outside the window."

Dean chuckled. "It's probably in your head. And if it happens again, we'll deal with it tomorrow."

Sam nodded, putting his gun down on the small tan table by the window, sitting back down on his bed when he glanced out there again.

And he saw a figure dart past it, making him suspicious as he turned off the lamp, not wanting to tell Dean about it until he knows for sure it's something strange. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep, thinking about that figure he saw for the rest of the night.