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Zombies. That’s what we dealt with next. At first, we were kind of on a wild goose chase because Bobby was telling us there was nothing for us to do when this was happening friggin five miles from his house. He was trying to hide this from us because we weren’t dealing with just any zombies…they were loved ones. We met Bobby’s dead wife…and she made amazing pie…and she was the sweetest thing ever…she was good for Bobby…but she was still supposed to be dead…Bobby just wouldn’t listen though. He begged us to just leave this all alone…but we just couldn’t do that. So, we had to deal with him threatening to shoot us and with the walking dead. Dean and I fell for her pie though…and while she was generously baking more for us, she explained how she remembered everything when she died. She remembered how the demon took over her body…the things she was forced to do…how Bobby had killed her. She knew he had no choice…and she could see the guilt and pain on Bobby’s face. Her knowing all of this…led to me and Dean.Flashback
“So why don’t you just tell him you remember?” Dean asked.
She smiled a genuine smile at him. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say…you’ve never been in love,” she said but then eyed me with the same smile.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach as I shifted in my spot, trying to make myself feel invisible. I saw Dean’s eyes go to me and he brought them up to look into my eyes. I noticed her eyes went between us and she began to smile.
"Or maybe you have..."
“Yea…once…”
“Then, it’s about how you don’t know what makes love…you don’t want anything to ever happen to the one you love. You’d do anything to keep them safe from any kind of pain…” she explained.
He didn’t respond right away, he just kept staring at me. “I think I know what you mean, now…” he murmured.
End Flashback
Dean has been the only one who sees me at my worst lately. If it isn’t obvious already…I’ll admit it…I love him. I do. He doesn’t have to say it, I know he implies that he would never want anything bad to happen to me…but sometimes he forgets that I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him either….
But, anyway, when things started to get really out of hand and the zombies started eating people alive, Sam and Brit went to get the sheriff and anyone else who has had a loved one come back while Dean and I rushed into Bobby’s house. We found Bobby had shot Karen. You have no idea how terrible I was feeling for Bobby at that moment and we told him he could sit this one out…but he wouldn’t have it. When we tried fighting off the zombies outside…it just seemed to bring more so we all went back inside and ended up locking ourselves in a closet with the zombies banging on the door, trying to eat our brains out. I don’t think Dean ever gets tired of being wrong though because right when he spoke up about ‘zombies are idiots and cant pick a lock’…they picked the lock and came after us. But, Sam, Brit and the sheriff showed up just in time to save our asses.
In the end, Bobby burned Karen’s body…but how many times did he have to kill his poor wife? He told us why Death, the horseman, had caused all of this. He wanted Karen to give Bobby a message since hes been helping us. They want him out of the way. I don’t know what would happen if we lost Bobby though. I would definitely go crazy…but really none of us know what each others state of mind is like…and maybe I’m nervous and annoyed at the fact that we’re keeping things from each other. But, it’s not like I can call anyone out on keeping secrets…God knows I’ve had my fair share. Then, there’s Brittney who has still barely even given me the time of day. Ever since the thing with Famine…it’s like I’m disgusting for her to look at or something, let alone talk to.
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Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel
FanficMy name's Melissa Stern...I'm really screwed up, dark and twisted...it's hard for me to cope...to understand me...to love him...well it's hard NOT to love him...and that's also another problem. Because love gets in the way of getting the job done...