The Last Ones (Walking Dead/Supernatural)

The Meeting

A year and 8 months later

"Dammit, Sam! How many times do I have to tell you? If they're not bothering you, leave them the hell alone!" I yelled at Sam, as he walked into the bunker. Sam ignored me and walked away. I grabbed ahold of his arm, and he gave me a murderous glare. 'Let. Go," Sam said in a low demanding voice.

"Not until you tell me what the hell you were thinking? Sam, all we were supposed to be doing was going on a supply run. We weren't supposed to be getting killed. So, why the hell would you shoot at rotters that were across the street? Were you trying to get us killed?" I asked. Sam chuckled darkly and finally yanked his arm away.

"You really want to know what I was doing? I was killing monsters. Ok, Dean. That's what we do. We hunt monsters," Sam said and turned away from me. I seethed with anger, and I ran a shaky hand through my hair.

"You and I both know that's not what we do anymore. Now, we stay alive. That means keeping healthy and killing the rotters that are immediate threats. The rotters across the street didn't even know we were there. It could have been an easy in and out. But, no. You just had to hunt. You think I don't feel it too? The urge to hunt? Jesus, Sam. I know, but I ignore it. For you," I frustratingly spat out.

Sam's whole body visibly relaxed, and he tried to say something. I cut him off, "No, I don't want to hear it. Just really think about what's going on, Sam. The world's not getting better. It's getting worse. I'm gonna go to bed. Night, dude," I said to Sam as I walked away.

I grabbed the nearest lantern and switched it on. I silently thanked Sam for remembering to stock on propane. We had just enough fuel to last us for about another year, that's when we will need to leave. Sam and I both realized, that we wouldn't be able to stay here for too long. Everything in the bunker ran on some type of energy source. Once we ran out of fuel, we would have to leave. But, where will we go is the real question?

When I got to my room, I quickly brushed my teeth with a cap full of water, and spit into a bucket. I slipped off my clothes and climbed into bed. I could hear Sam moving around, so I took the opportunity to try to fall asleep while there was still noise. I kept my eyes closed for about ten minutes, before I finally fell asleep.

----------------------------------

"Dean, wake up! Breakfast is ready!" I heard Sam yell, as he walked past my room. I groaned but opened my eyes nonetheless. I sat up and stretched in the dark. I grabbed my lantern, a pair of shorts and a loose fitting shirt. I opened my door and padded down the hallway.

When I got into the main room, Sam was sitting at the table with a coffee and eggs. "There's eggs and bread in the kitchen," he told me without looking up from a book. I stood at the door just staring at him for a couple seconds, before he sighed and looked at me. "There's no news from him, Dean. I'm sorry," Sam said sympathetically.

I let out a frustrated breath of air and shook my head. "I don't get it. We haven't seen him since the day we prepared for all of this. Where the hell is he?" I asked and sat down across from him. Sam shrugged, "I don't know, but we could really use him right about now," Sam said and went back to reading.

I scoffed and tried to relax. "I know we could, but honestly, I just miss him. I hope he's alright," I said with my head down. I saw Sam nod a bit and that's when I got up. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a small plate. I scooped up the last of the eggs and grabbed two pieces of bread.

When I went back into the main room, Sam wasn't there. Which was typical. Now a days, Sam couldn't stay in one place for more than ten minutes. Ever since all of this started, we've seen more massacres than I've ever seen while hunting. And, I've killed vampires in packs. And, it's not only been rotter massacres, we've seen humans killed by the thousands. We stopped the apocalypse once, but I guess we couldn't do it again.