Run until you can't run anymore...

[mini_dean]

In 2012, cell phones had not worked in about a year. However, the military bases had walkie talkies that allowed them to communicate back and forth. When the Croatoan virus hit Indiana, the Braeden's had been fortunate enough to get relocated to the local base before getting exposed

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[hasperkynipples]

"Can't believe you lived your whole life on this crap."

Dean looked up at Flack with what was just the barest hint of a smirk. It was about all he showed these days when it came to anything related to amusement when it was coming from someone other than Cas, and he out a few more pieces of beef jerky, before responding.

"You know, God's gone, Flack. He's not gonna smite you if you say 'shit.'" It was about all he could legitimately tease the man about, because he knew that if Heaven existed, Flack would be on the short list. He was a good guy who would have probably been out for Dean's head if circumstances were different, but now, it was almost like they were friends. He shrugged as the smirk faded before continuing. "Besides, wasn't like we had much of a choice. We couldn't exactly afford high quality dining."

"Don't need a restaurant, Winchester," Flack replied with a sigh as he grabbed a few bags of trail-mix style food off the shelves while he waited for Noah to join them on the check-out line. "Just a grocery store.

[mini_dean]

Jim pulled the truck into the station needing gas and he looked over at the small boy sitting in the seat and staring out the window. "It take about thirty minutes to fill this up. Why don't you go inside and get yourself something to eat."

"Ok," Ben said softly. He had run out of things in his cooler anyway, so he opened the door and grabbed his backpack, jumping down easily. He started to walk around the shop, grabbing some cupcakes and a thing of chocolate milk, then went towards the front of the store.

He knelt down to get some of the money out of his bag, and wasn't aware that the gun would be visible to anyone who might look over his way.

[and_dontgetcute]

Flack noticed him first. He'd turned around to face out from the counter, watching Dean's back while he was facing away from the door, and there were some things that he just didn't miss, no matter how shitty things got. One of them was the sight of a still pretty young kid with a gun in his backpack.

He paused for a moment, pushing away from the counter slightly, and crouching down in front of him.

"Need some help there, kid?"

[mini_dean]

Ben gasped a bit, and his hands went to his bag to shove everything back into it. "I'm fine," he said. "Just getting breakfast."