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The morning had started later than they had all planned, everyone being more exhausted than any of them had cared to admit. Dean has started his morning pleasantly enough with Anya sliding on top of him to thank him for any zombie bunnies he might kill for her that day.
An hour later, they had stepped outside, showered and packed up, to see Sam and Buffy already at the Impala, waiting to load up the bags again and hit the road. Bobby's was their prime destination.
Not that bobby would know more than they currently did, but it felt like safety in numbers. The more hunters, the better sort of situation.
Dean watched as the highway marker announced a diner and truckstop in another twenty miles, and as much as he wanted to get to Bobby's as soon as possible, he'd been up for five hours now without any sort of real breakfast. Apocalypse or not, he wanted at least one decent cup of coffee.
"Pit stop in about thirty," he announced as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, barely able to glance at the name as he answered. "Hello."
"Dean, where the hell are you?" Bobby asked. Last he had heard, they were gonna stick around Louisiana for a bit longer before checking in and heading his way.
Dean almost felt like a teenager who had stayed out too late partying with his friends. "Sorry, Bobby, we got caught up in research, then got attacked by zombies that run. We got the hell out of Dodge and crashed for the night." He looked at the clock in his dash. "We're maybe five, six hours out."
"Yeah, well don't be coming in," Bobby replied. "This isn't just one town like we thought, Dean. I've been talking to other hunters and this is definitely widespread."
Dean swallowed hard at that. "How widespread?" he asked, acutely aware that the others in the car had gone silent to listen to his side of the conversation.
"Apocalypse widespread," he said as he looked out his own car window. Ellen sat quietly shotgun, and he knew she was thinking about Jo. Hadn't heard a word from the girl since the sky had started to fall, and he knew that had Ellen torn up. "I'm on the road. With Ellen. Even my place was starting to get a little too cramped with the undead."
"So where the hell are we supposed to go?" he asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. If Bobby's place wasn't safe, then where the hell was?
"We're headed to a place out West, out in the deserts of Nevada. There's a place, not a lot of folks. Long time ago, me and your Dad made a good size bunker out there where not too many men travel. Off the road sort of place." He added with a frown, "Case the world ever went to shit and we needed at least one safe place." And somehow, he and John never imagined zombies being one of those ways.
"Right, Nevada," he mumbled, the weight of the situation settling into the pit of his stomach.
"It'll be a hell of a ride for you guys, but it's your safest bet unless you bunker down somewhere else. And I ain't sure there is anywhere else."
"Right," he said before a though occurred to him. "Jo with you too?"
Bobby hesitated, throwing a glanceover in Ellen's direction. "Ain't heard a word," he said, hoping the vague response would do enough for Dean now. No need to mention the girl's name when her mother was already on her last shred of hope.
Dean frowned at the hesitation in Bobby's voice, in his careful choice of words. Ain't heard a word loosely translated to May be dead, we're not sure.. "So how do we find you?" he asked, trying to ignore the bit of guilt that settled in his stomach at the thought of Jo dead somewhere.
Bobby gave him the best directions he could before adding, "And once you reach that point, you call me. I'll let you know where to find the place." There was a long stretch of silence on the other end of the line. "You listenin', boy?"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you," Dean said, tucking those directions safely into his memory.
"I'll call you as soon as we're there," he said, "and you call me the second anything changes, you hear me?"
"Yessir." Dean said before Bobby hung up. He slowly closed his phone, placing it in his pocket again, and he could feel everyone waiting for an answer.
The apocalypse was here. Right now, they couldn't do anything to stop it. And skilled hunters were running for shelter.
He didn't even know where to start.
An hour later, they had stepped outside, showered and packed up, to see Sam and Buffy already at the Impala, waiting to load up the bags again and hit the road. Bobby's was their prime destination.
Not that bobby would know more than they currently did, but it felt like safety in numbers. The more hunters, the better sort of situation.
Dean watched as the highway marker announced a diner and truckstop in another twenty miles, and as much as he wanted to get to Bobby's as soon as possible, he'd been up for five hours now without any sort of real breakfast. Apocalypse or not, he wanted at least one decent cup of coffee.
"Pit stop in about thirty," he announced as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, barely able to glance at the name as he answered. "Hello."
"Dean, where the hell are you?" Bobby asked. Last he had heard, they were gonna stick around Louisiana for a bit longer before checking in and heading his way.
Dean almost felt like a teenager who had stayed out too late partying with his friends. "Sorry, Bobby, we got caught up in research, then got attacked by zombies that run. We got the hell out of Dodge and crashed for the night." He looked at the clock in his dash. "We're maybe five, six hours out."
"Yeah, well don't be coming in," Bobby replied. "This isn't just one town like we thought, Dean. I've been talking to other hunters and this is definitely widespread."
Dean swallowed hard at that. "How widespread?" he asked, acutely aware that the others in the car had gone silent to listen to his side of the conversation.
"Apocalypse widespread," he said as he looked out his own car window. Ellen sat quietly shotgun, and he knew she was thinking about Jo. Hadn't heard a word from the girl since the sky had started to fall, and he knew that had Ellen torn up. "I'm on the road. With Ellen. Even my place was starting to get a little too cramped with the undead."
"So where the hell are we supposed to go?" he asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. If Bobby's place wasn't safe, then where the hell was?
"We're headed to a place out West, out in the deserts of Nevada. There's a place, not a lot of folks. Long time ago, me and your Dad made a good size bunker out there where not too many men travel. Off the road sort of place." He added with a frown, "Case the world ever went to shit and we needed at least one safe place." And somehow, he and John never imagined zombies being one of those ways.
"Right, Nevada," he mumbled, the weight of the situation settling into the pit of his stomach.
"It'll be a hell of a ride for you guys, but it's your safest bet unless you bunker down somewhere else. And I ain't sure there is anywhere else."
"Right," he said before a though occurred to him. "Jo with you too?"
Bobby hesitated, throwing a glanceover in Ellen's direction. "Ain't heard a word," he said, hoping the vague response would do enough for Dean now. No need to mention the girl's name when her mother was already on her last shred of hope.
Dean frowned at the hesitation in Bobby's voice, in his careful choice of words. Ain't heard a word loosely translated to May be dead, we're not sure.. "So how do we find you?" he asked, trying to ignore the bit of guilt that settled in his stomach at the thought of Jo dead somewhere.
Bobby gave him the best directions he could before adding, "And once you reach that point, you call me. I'll let you know where to find the place." There was a long stretch of silence on the other end of the line. "You listenin', boy?"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you," Dean said, tucking those directions safely into his memory.
"I'll call you as soon as we're there," he said, "and you call me the second anything changes, you hear me?"
"Yessir." Dean said before Bobby hung up. He slowly closed his phone, placing it in his pocket again, and he could feel everyone waiting for an answer.
The apocalypse was here. Right now, they couldn't do anything to stop it. And skilled hunters were running for shelter.
He didn't even know where to start.