The Girl

Chapter One

Sam was conflicted, "She's just a girl, I can't kill her..."

"She's a freaking zombie Sam, she eats brains." Dean was having trouble hiding his frustration. He aimed his shotgun up to her head, looking straight into her eyes, "If you won't, I will."

"Sam please, don't let him hurt me." She whimpered, staring into the gun barrel, tears rolling down her cheeks. The zombie girl could only hope she was getting to him, making guilt fill his body. Her tight clothing and dark brown eyes have proven to be irresistible in the past.

"Stop looking at me like that." Dean scolded as she stared past the barrel and deep into his eyes.

She dried the tears with her small, lanky hands. "Please, there's so much I haven't got to do." Both of the boys were staring at her, deciding her fate, "I've never even had sex." Sam grunted as he cleared his throat and Dean's eyes became wide. She knew men found her attractive and she used it to her advantage. A few silent seconds passed as her emotions started to boil.

"I can be useful and you both know it." Her voice was now strong and confident. She straightened her shoulders and crossed her arms over her voluptuous chest. She was too impatient to wait for her damsel in distress act to work on the boys.

They just silently looked at her, still undecided. "She's right." Sam exclaimed as Dean glanced back to him, annoyance covering his face. Now that his eyes were looking else where she swiftly grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, ripping it from his tight grip. Sam instinctively placed his hand on the long knife that was hanging from his belt.

"Woah, hey now..." Dean held his hands up with his calloused palms facing her. "We're all friends here, right Sammy?"

The zombie girl laughed as she pointed the gun towards the boys. "You were going to shoot me." She glanced over to Sam, "And you were going to let him! What's wrong with you two? I'm barely even an adult and it's not like the people I eat don't deserve it." She yelled at them as if she were their mother, "Now if you don't mind, I'm walking out of here in one piece. Give me your wallets." They both looked at her, confused and unwilling.

"I don't have all day." She cocked the gun, still aiming for the boys.

"You have got to be kidding me." Dean rolled his eyes as he tossed his wallet to her.

"Sam?" She pointed the gun in his direction. He took a deep breath before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his leather wallet.

"What kind of car do you drive?" She questioned.

A few seconds passed by until Dean reluctantly spoke up, "It's a soccer mom van, nothing special." His jaw muscles became tense as Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, I've heard you have quite the ride, Dean Winchester. Hand over the keys." Sam opened his mouth as if he had something to say but instead took another deep breath. Dean stomped his foot and crossed his arms. The look covering his face made Clarke wonder if he would actually risk his life for the Impala.

"No, I don't think so princess."

"It's either the keys or your life, pick your poison." The drywall crumbled as she let out a warning shot.

Dean threw the keys towards her, "First my gun, now my baby." The emotions that were covering his face made Clarke cautious. 'Would someone really risk their life for a car?' She thought to herself.

"I'm blaming this on you." He gestured towards his brother.

"Who would have thought, all I needed to outsmart the famous brother duo was a pair of tits and tight clothes." She bragged as she flipped her long, brown hair to the slide.