[Back and to the Future]
Team Free Will battled a zombie horde.
"Sam! Dean! Natalia! Dylan!" Castiel called.
Castiel picked up Jack's body and ran, leading the way out of the zombie fight. Sam, Dylan, Natalia and Dean followed, dodging monsters and graves.
Sam and Dylan spotted potential refuge. "Dean, Nat, this way!"
They closed in on a building with a heavy wood and iron door.
STONE MAUSOLEUM
Sam and Dean barricaded the door against the zombies as Castiel carried Jack and laid him down on the floor. Dylan ushered Natalia back from the door and she glanced at it worriedly. Outside, the zombies converged on the building, while inside Team Free Will took stock, examining the two rooms they were trapped in. Dean looked down at Jack's body as Natalia took Jack's hand, pressing it to her cheek a moment.
"He didn't deserve this," Dean said.
"Cas, is he here? C-C-Can you... Can you...?" Sam stammered.
"I don't think so," Castiel replied.
"So, what? Chuck throws friggin' zombies at us now?!" Dean asked.
"I don't know if they're zombies, Dean. I think... I think whenever the souls came up from Hell that they... they just..." Sam trailed.
Natalia met his eyes. "They what? Just jumped into the nearest body?"
"I guess, yes."
The undead rattled the doors and the barricade looked precarious.
"Is that thing gonna hold?" Dylan asked worriedly.
"The doors are banded iron, so it... I hope."
"Chuck... He said, "Welcome to the End." What... What does that mean? Cas? Come on, man! Ideas! Can you smite our way out of here?" Dean questioned.
"No. You saw them. I would be overwhelmed, Dean. I... I don't know. They... They're ghosts, technically. Maybe... Maybe we can burn their bones?" Castiel guessed.
"Burn their bones? Cas, their bodies could be anywhere," Sam said.
"Great. So we go outside, we get ripped apart. We stay in here, w-what, starve to death?!" Dean cried.
"Well, I wouldn't starve," Castiel told them.
"Bully for you," Natalia retorted.
"Well, good for you," Dean shot back. "Good. Son of a bitch. Chuck. Man, Nat and I knew it. We knew he would do something like this. He's always so squirrelly, you know, with the... with the... the robe and the beard and... the smile that's, like, half-nice, half "I'm gonna rip your throat out," he mocked, ""Oh, let me play you a song." Ugh!"
Sam and Dylan went to examine a part of the wall, kneeling down on the floor and pressing their ears to the stone.
"What do you got? Sam, Dylan."
"You guys, I think hear water. There must be a-a drainage pipe or something," Sam said.
"Maybe a sewer line," Natalia guessed.
"Yeah. Come on. Come on," Dylan told them.
"Yeah."
Sam, Natalia, Dylan and Dean pried away the stone with the iron rods they'd been carrying as weapons, but behind the stone was a brick wall. They began smashing it with their rods while Castiel stood in the back, watching them.
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Carry on Wayward Son
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