The Hunter's Daughter || UNDERGOING EDITING

Chapter 27 - Edited

"Mom?" I ask, my voice breaking.

She smiles at me and nods her head. Something about her isn't the same, though. She looks exactly like Clay Thompson, really pale with bags under her eyes. Even though her skin looks like that, she's just as beautiful as I remember. Her smile was able to light up a room, and that would make things better usually, but the circumstances are different now.

"It's four in the morning, babe. You don't need to be cooking," Dad says cheerfully.

"Oh, don't be silly. I'll get more plates," my mom replies then walks off to the kitchen. Dad looks to us with worry in his eyes.

"Who is that?" Dean asks.

"Karen, my wife," Dad replies.

"Didn't you hear what I said at all?" I ask Dean.

Dean turns to look at me and shakes his head. "Your new wife?" Dean asks my dad.

"No, my dead wife," Dad replies.

Mom walks back into the room with her beautiful smile plastered on her face. "Who wants some pie?" she asks. Dean's ears perk up at the sound of the word "pie" then takes a seat at the table. We all sit down at the table as Mom sets plates on the table for pie.

"This is incredible," Dean says with his mouth full.

Sam shoots Dean a look.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Thank you, sweetie. Could you, um, give us a minute?" my dad asks my mom. She nods then walks out of the room.

Sam shoves his plate across the table. "Are you crazy?!" Sam asks in a hushed tone so my mom isn't able to hear.

"There is a zombie in your kitchen making cupcakes!" Dean exclaims quietly.

"Okay, one, that's my wife in there, so watch it. Two, my dead wife shows up on my doorstep and you think that I wouldn't think to check her every way I know how?" Dad replies.

"That is not your wife in there," Sam says.

"How would you know? She had no reaction to silver, holy water, or salt," Dad replies.

"Well, did she just hop up out of her coffin?" Dean asks.

"She couldn't have," I cut in quietly. My dad, Dean, and Sam all look at me. I pretty much destroyed my piece of pie and I'm just pushing it around on my plate with my fork. "She was cremated," I finish.

"What did you do with the ashes, Bobby?" Dean asks.

"I buried them," Dad replies.

"Where?" Sam asks.

"At the cemetery. That's where everyone rose from," Dad says.

"How many?" Sam asks.

"Fifteen, twenty. I have a list." Then he pulls out a slip of paper that he was keeping in his shirt pocket. He hands the paper to Sam who opens it and looks at it. "There was Karen, Clay, Sheriff Mills—" I look up. "Her little boy came back."

"And there were no signs, no omens?" Sam asks.

"Well, there were the lightning storms," I look back down and continue pushing around the pie on my plate.

"That's what we said!" Dean exclaims. "What else was there?"

Dad sighs and rolls over to his desk to pull out this big book that he's been using to study the book of Revelation. He reads from the book, "'And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they too, shall rise, and from him and through him.'" He sets the book back on the desk.