The Girl Behind The Garden

Chapter 23: Zombies

Sam's p.o.v

"Why are we stopped?" Dean asked, looking nervously after Eden.

"I don't know," I answered, "All she said was that she needed to wash her hands."

   We all looked at the gas station as the front door opened. Eden walked up stiffly, her hands a dangerous red color, looking to have been scrubbed in boiling water. Her face was frozen, tears built up in her eyes. She didn't acknowledge us, only getting on her motorcycle.

   I quickly hopped on, loosening my grip on her when she stiffened at my touch. She rode fast, making good time. The time we had gained, however, was lost as we stopped three more times for her to wash her hands, only getting a word or two out of her. Each time she got back on the motorcycle, she seemed to want me farther away.

   I sighed as we drove up to the bunker, getting off when we got into the garage. Eden said nothing to us as she walked jaggedly to the door, almost tripping a few times. I tried to help her walk, but she pushed me away, looking straight forward.

   As we set our things on the table, Eden kept walking. Pippy whined as Eden ignored all of our calls, trying to run after her. Eden only stepped away from the dog, getting as far away as she could.

"Where are you going?" Dean questioned.

"Shower," Eden whispered, walking down the hall.

"Cass," Dean started as we heard the shower turn on, "Did you know?"

"No, absolutely not, it was as Ishim said. We were all told that Eden had never entered a battle. Maybe to make us think she was scared, possibly to make us think we had a fighting chance. I don't think I could've fought if I knew that Eden," He paused, taking in a deep breath before whispering, "If I knew that Eden had obliterated entire garrisons on her own."

"There's nothing we can do about it now," Dean sighed, walking into the kitchen.

"So," I muttered, trying to change the subject, "Do you think Lily will be okay?"

"I think she will," Cass answered.

"She seemed tough," Dean chuckled, starting to wash the dishes.

After a minute or two, he furrowed his eyebrows. Dean looked up at us, turning the water off.

"It's cold," Dean said, "How hot is that shower she's taking?"

"I'll go check on her," I replied, walking down the hallway.

    I approached the bathroom, hearing the water from the shower. Knocking on the door lightly, I furrowed my eyebrows as she didn't answer. After knocking again and getting no answer, I was getting worried.

"Eden," I called out softly, hearing nothing in return.

   Waiting a moment, I decided to try again in case she didn't hear me, which I knew was impossible because of her over active senses.

"Eden," I tried again, louder this time.

   Finally, I decided to come in. I shook the knob, frowning when I saw it was locked. I walked down the hall, going to my bag on the table, sifting through it for my lock picks.

"Is she alright?" Dean questioned worriedly.

"She's not answering," I said, sighing as I pulled out my lock pick.

"Do you need any assistance?" Castiel questioned, walking forward.

"No, I'll call if I need anything," I answered, rushing back to the bathroom.