Adam Milligan/Winchester

Chapter 12

(Warning: this chapter contains scenes of violence and course language)


“You’ve…got me!” Sam coughed, hopelessly glancing down at the girl passed out next to him. “J-Just let her go, please!”

“That’s very touching…but frankly this isn’t about her, Sam.” answered the mucus looking doctor, circling the hunter and his unconscious friend. “As I’ve told you…this is about something much, much bigger. You, Dean, your friend there, and even me…we’re all just chess pieces in what’s about to come forth.”

Sam’s eyes were glazing from the pain inside his stomach....

Chapter 11

(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of brutal violence and course langauge)


Sam dodged himself around a stretcher, avoiding two vicious infected victims. One looked as though she might have been a visiting mother in a paisley summer dress, the purse still clinging to her boney shoulder. The second victim was surgeon in blue scrubs covered in blood and mucus from the open wound in his chest, though the mask in front of his face could hardly prevent the snapping of his jaws. Their bloodthirsty shrieks beckoned Sam, eyes a deathly glazed white.

Before the surgeon had time to jump...

Chapter 10

(Warning: this chapter contains scenes of violence and course language)


Sam and Dean hurried through the back entrance, duffels filled with equipment slung over their backs, of the hospital and sealing it shut behind them in case anything tried to escape. As far as they were concerned the only people leaving this place alive were the two young women they came for, namely Kay Forster the empathic mechanic.

While Dean pumped his shotgun, securing the area, Sam was busy reloading his magnum after taking out 5 undead cannibals on the stairs. Another inch closer to those teeth and Dean...

Chapter 9

(This chapter continues after Sam and Dean had picked up Adam from the middle of the road and is heading back in the city. The following also contains course language)


“How the hell do you know about Kay Forster?” Dean stressed at his teenage brother in the backseat, watching the traffic ahead of them, “Or what I really wanna know is…what the hell does Michael want with her?”

“Well jeez, if I really knew anything about that would I be sitting here wondering that myself?” Adam scolded his older brother at the stirring wheel, sulking against his seat. Just a few hours...