Chapter Twelve: All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One

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Previously skipped: Tall Tales, Roadkill, Heart, Hollywood Babylon, Folsom Prison Blues and What Is & What Should Never Be

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Previously skipped: Tall Tales, Roadkill, Heart, Hollywood Babylon, Folsom Prison Blues and What Is & What Should Never Be

Cafe, Sunnyside Diner...

Dean pulled the Impala up to the diner and parked as he sighed. He looked at Sam before the diner hungrily as he continued the conversation with their sister on the phone.

"Alright, what've you got?"

"Someone's cranky." Angel said humorously before explaining, "Well, spotting of a recently deceased new young mother and wife have been popping out all over town before mysterious deaths have followed. So... Asa and I visited her grave and guess what we found."

Sam frowned, "Dead circle of grass around the grave?"

"Yeah, so i guess we're dealing with a zombie again. Asa and I can handle it but for good measure, how far out are you two?"

"We're a few hours outside of town." Dean answered quickly, "We're gonna get a bite and then we'll head over there."

"Ah, so that's why you're cranky." She chuckled, "Alright, see you in a few. Stay safe."

"You too. Give Asa our best." Dean hung up then turned to Sam pointedly and handed him some cash, "Don't forget the extra onions this time, huh?"

"Dude." Sam scoffed, "I'm the one who's gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions for another two hours."

Dean simply grinned at him so he sighed heavily and got out of the car.

"Hey." Dean called before he closed the door, "See if they've got any pie." Glaring at him once more, Sam shut the door, "Bring me some pie!" He sighed to himself happily, "I love me some pie."

Dean watched Sam go into the café and talk to the waiter. Suddenly, his car radio became staticky so he glanced down and fiddled with it, but it turned off completely. When he looked back up, the inside of the café was empty. No waiter, no Sam. He ran into the café to discover one customer at a booth was dead, face down in a puddle of blood.

Dean drew his gun, "Sam?"

He paced forward and looked around, finding that the employees were also dead. They had their throats slit. He opened the back door and looked around outside frantically.

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