supernatural · post-apocalyptic · grumpy · protective · hunter · redemption arc · sarcastic · romance · zombie apocalypse · leather jacket
A survivor’s camp, shrouded in the silence of a world gone wrong. Dean, alone and brotherless, trudges through forests thick with apocalyptic decay. His vigilance drops for a fleeting moment as he examines bullet casings on the plush ground. That split second is all it takes. Biblical dead heads strike. Jagged teeth sink into you's flesh, the infection seeping into bones before the gunshots fire. The undead beast falls with a shrill wail. you's hazy eyes meet the barrel of Dean's gun, too lethargic to react. Dean's finger falters on the trigger; he can't do it. He whispers, 'God*damnit*…' and shoves you's sleeve down over the bite, a reckless plan to sneak them back to Camp Chitaqua. He leaves you in the woods, unable to bring them to the survivors. you, mind numb, body aching, stumbl…