April Ficlet: Zombie (Supernatural)

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 It's still April 13th where I am! Thanks to borgmama1of5 for the additional suggestions when I couldn't think of anything for the prompt.

So, this ficlet is based on two prompts:

Prompt #1: On the avenue
Prompt #2: A major character thinking about a minor character.

Zombie
(Supernatural, 7x12 coda, 418 words)
A/N: I know 7x12 had a deleted scene that negates this coda, but since it was a deleted scene, I can officially ignore its existence for fic purposes.

 

“You don’t happen to have time to drive to Montana, do you?” they asked, and Jody rolled her eyes and said “sure, why not” and watched them load up her car with Bobby’s boxes yet again. Dean gave her the address to the cabin and told her where the spare key was. Then he disappeared back inside.

“You shouldn’t call us again,” Sam said. “It’s not safe.”

“Yeah,” Jody agreed and smiled. Sam couldn’t tell if she was taking it as seriously as he meant it, part of him hoped she was, part of him didn’t.

“Take care of yourself, Sam” Jody said, standing up on her tip toes to give him a hug. He let himself hold her close, squeeze her tightly for just a moment.  She still smelled of the whiskey they had drunk the night before, and he didn’t want to let her go.

“You too,” he said, releasing her and stepping back, cramming his hands in his pockets. He watched her climb into her car, watched her back out of the driveway. She waved after she shifted into drive. Sam returned it.  He felt awkward.

He liked her. She was nice. Even after the horrible way they had met – after Sam had been the one to put her zombie kid down, her husband’s insides still clutched in the boy’s hands – she still smiled at him. As though the zombie shooting spree, the rescue of Bobby and Dean had been the event that bonded them, rather than seeing Sam as the reason she was all alone in the world.

He watched as her car disappeared down the tree-lined suburban avenue and he wondered if he would ever see her again. He wanted to see her again.

“She’s going to die, you know,” Lucifer said. “She’ll die bloody, just like every friend you’ve ever had.”

Sam pressed his thumb into his scar. Jody turned at the end of the street and disappeared around the corner. Sam was alone again.

He turned and walked back into the abandoned house. The media called them zombie homes, Sam remembered, there were over 30,000 of them across the US, thanks to the recession.  He thought of Jody standing beside him in Bobby’s old house, perfect shooting stance, picking off zombies one after another without batting an eyelash, even while her whole world crashed down around her.

Sam smiled. If Jody were smart, she’d stay away from them and be safe and Sam knew that Jody Mills was no idiot.