Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid Part 2

"Keep your damn voices down." Bobby shushed. "Karen's upstairs."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Dean said sarcastically. "We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?"

"The first one to come up." Bobby shrugged.

"The first one to go bad." Angela folded her arms across her chest.

"Ah, she was always a nutty broad." Bobby dismissed.

"Nutty how?" Dean asked. "Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?"

"No." Bobby sighed.

"Look, Bobby, I feel for you." Dean started. "But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!"

"Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning." Sam added. "We have to stop them—all of them."

Bobby sighed and pulled out a gun, setting it on his lap. "Time to go."

"What?" Dean frowned.

"You heard me. Off my property."

"Or what? You'll shoot?" Angela asked.

"If Karen turns, I will handle it my way." Bobby assured.

"This is dangerous." Dean protested.

Bobby cocked his gun. "I'm not telling you twice."

Sam, Dean, and Angela left Bobby's house.


"He's crazy." Dean said.

"It's his wife, Dean." Angela tried to reason.

"So he goes Full Metal Jacket on us?" Dean asked. "We're his family."

"Look, man." Sam sighed. "Bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy."

"Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of 'em!" Dean snapped.

"Alright. So?" Sam sighed.

"So! I'm gonna have to go back there and…and…and kill her. That's the only thing I can think of."

"If he sees you, you're a dead man." Angela pointed out.

"Well, then, I guess I won't let him see me." Dean shrugged.

"Okay." Sam conceded. "We'll…head to town and rescue everyone—should be easy."

"Sounds like." Dean nodded.

"We're gonna need some help." Angela sighed.

"What about the Sheriff?" Dean suggested.

"Uh, last time I checked, the Sheriff was pretty pro-zombie." Sam replied.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her." Dean shrugged.

"How?" Angela asked.

"I don't know. You're just gonna."


Dean walked towards Bobby's house, loading a shotgun.


"Sean? Owen?" Sheriff Mills called.

She found her husband dead, and her son eating his flesh.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed.

Her son stood up slowly and approached her. Sam and Angela suddenly burst in. Angela grabbed her arm and pulled her outside.

"Let's go!" Angela yelled.

"No!" Sheriff Mills cried.

"Go!" Sam ushered them out.


"My husband!" Sheriff Mills sobbed.

"Leave it! He's dead!" Sam replied.

"That was not my son!" she cried.

"You're right." Angela nodded. "It wasn't. Listen, Sheriff. Your town is in danger." She added. "People are in danger, and we need to help them now. Can you do that for us?" she asked softly.

Sheriff Mills shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, hey." Angela soothed. "Can you focus for me, Sheriff? Sheriff?"

Sheriff Mills sniffled and nodded. "How do we put them down?"

"Head shot." Sam replied.

Sheriff Mills nodded. "We're gonna need weapons."

"We can start by rounding up everybody we can find." Angela said. "Where is there a safe place we can take people?"


"Right." Sam sighed. "Just, um…" he took out his gun. "Give me a minute."

Sam went back into the house. A few moments later a gunshot was heard.

Sheriff Mills started sobbing again. Angela hugged her tightly.

"Shh." She soothed. "I'm so sorry, Jody." She whispered. "I am so, so sorry."


Dean opened Bobby's front door and entered. A gunshot was heard.

"Bobby?!" Dean yelled.

Dean found Karen dead, and Bobby holding her hand.


Sheriff Mills was taking guns out of a cabinet. A group of people were gathered in the room.

"Alright, if Sam or I hand you a gun and you see a dead person, I don't care if it's your friend, your neighbor, or your wife, you shoot for the head." Angela explained. "That's the only way we survive."

"Uh, you mind telling us who the hell you are?" A man asked.

"We're friends of Bobby Singer's." Sam said.

"Town drunk." The man scoffed.

"No, I-I thought…" Sam nodded at Digger. "He was the town drunk."

"Who told you that?" the man asked.

"Bobby Singer…" Sam mumbled.

Angela rolled her eyes and looked at the man. "Shut up and stay sharp." She said. "We'll watch the front door."


"You know, Bobby, if you want to sit this one out…" Dean started.

"Let's just get going." Bobby replied.

A noise indicated that someone was approaching and Dean went to investigate.


Sam opened the door and looked out, then closed the door again. Angela shook her head at Sheriff Mills.


Dean walked through the salvage yard while Bobby sat in his wheelchair.

"Dean?" Bobby called. "Dean!" He yelled. He fired at a zombie, which tackled Dean to the ground.


Dean punched the zombie and tried to reach his gun.

"Dean?" Bobby asked.

Bobby shot and killed a zombie as it ran at him, then shot another zombie which was moving behind the cars. Dean finally got to his gun and shot the zombie that attacked him.

"Dean!" Bobby yelled.

Multiple zombies attacked both Dean and Bobby. One of them threw Bobby out of his wheelchair onto the ground. Dean shot it.

"Little help here?" Bobby asked.

Dean heled Bobby back into his wheelchair and picked up his gun. "Guns?"

"Yeah. Alright." Bobby nodded.

Dean and Bobby shot zombies as they hurried back into the house.


"Got any more ammo?" Dean asked. "I'm low."

"Yeah, we got plenty." Bobby sassed. "Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it."

"A simple 'no' would have been fine." Dean replied. "What are they all doing here, anyway?!"

"I think I get it." Bobby sighed.


Zombies began to break in through the roof and windows.

"Oh, that ain't good." Bobby said.

"I'm out." Dean added.

"Me too."

"Come on!" Dean yelled.

Dean and Bobby locked themselves in a closet, fighting zombies on the way. Zombies pounded on the door.

"Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?" Bobby asked.

"It's alright." Dean shrugged. "They're idiots. They can't pick a lock."

The pounding stopped and the door handle moved.

"Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?" Bobby glared.

"I'm making this stuff up as I got. Sue me."

The closet door opened and Dean hit the zombies with the butt of his shotgun.

"Get down!" Angela yelled.

Sam, Angela, and Sheriff Mills shot all the zombies.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.


Dean and Sheriff Mills joined Sam and Angela in front of a massive funeral pyre.

"Well, if there's any zombies out there, we can't find them." Dean said.

"How are the townspeople?" Angela asked.

"Pretty freaked out." Sheriff Mills said. "Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers. As far as I can tell, nobody's believed them yet."

"Would you?" Sam asked.

Sheriff Mills just shook her head.

"How are you holding up?" Angela asked her.

Sheriff Mills looked at her and shrugged. "As well as anyone would be."

"Fair enough." Angela nodded.

"Is that everyone?" Dean asked.

"All but one." Sam replied.


Sam, Dean, and Angela joined Bobby in front of another, smaller funeral pyre.

"So, thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there." Bobby said.

"Bobby, you don't owe us anything." Angela assured.

"Hey, look, I don't know squat from shinola about love, but…At least you got to spend five days with her, right?" Dean said.

"Right." Bobby nodded. "Which makes things about a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to kill her?"

"Are you gonna be okay, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"You three should know…" Bobby started. "Karen told me why Death was here."

"What do you mean?" Angela asked.

"I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota." Bobby replied. "He came for me."

"What do you mean, you?" Dean raised a brow.

"Death came for me." Bobby repeated. "He brought Karen back to send me a message."

"You? Why you?" Dean asked.

"Because I've been helping you." Bobby replied. "I'm one of the reasons you're still saying no to Lucifer, Sam."

"So this was like a hit on your life?" Angela frowned.

"I don't know if they wanted to take my life or…my spirit." Bobby replied. "Either way, they wanted me out of the way."

"But you're gonna be alright." Sam said. "Right, Bobby?"

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) I know there weren't a lot of Sam/Angie moments in this one, but I didn't want anything to feel forced or out of place. But I'll be making it up to you guys in the next chapter ;) Love y'all. Don't forget to leave a review, feedback is gold!