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Dean sat in the living-room next to Sam. Shotgun across his lap, facing the door, blanket around his shoulders, he tried to shut out the sounds of the dead as they moaned outside. Sam was sleeping, curled up like a cat on the rug next to him. Dean never wanted Sam to grow up in a world like this, but he supposed it was better than the alternative. Their mother died before the apocalypse, spared the hell that was the living dead. But her death lead to their father becoming a survivalist. And in this fashion, he raised his sons to survive. Dean had tried to shield his little brother from that life, but then the world ended and it became necessary.

"Hello?" A voice asked from the other side of the door. Dean scrambled to douse the lamp and shake his brother awake. "Is there someone in there?" Dean snuck over to the door and peeked through the peephole. The man on the other side looked...human. Living, breathing, his eyes were blue and his skin was not decayed. Behind him was a shorter man who looked equally alive.

"Just kick the door down." The shorter man huffed.

"That would compromise the integrity. Those inside could be put in danger by-"

"Shut up and knock again. I saw the light go out so they know we're here."

Dean looked at Sam and held his finger to his lips. Sam nodded and shrank back from the door into the shadows of the house.

"Who are you?" Dean growled softly through the door.

"Just travelers seeking shelter from the dead." The blue eyed one said.

"Find a house shut the door." Dean said.

"Look, I'm thinking you got two maybe three in there, you need the numbers. Let us in or we'll let ourselves in" the shorter one said toeing the door.

"You so much as flick this door and I'll kill you." Dean snarled.

"Please help us before they see us." The blue eyed one said.

"Dean?" Sam's voice was small as he stuck his head out of the kitchen. Dean gave him the shut-up-glare. "Let them in." Sam said more firmly.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean growled. The look on Sam's little bitch face annoyed Dean to no end, but he knew there was no fighting it. Angrily he unlocked the door, grabbed the blue eyed one by the front of his shirt, and yanked him inside. The other followed and the door was quickly shut and locked once more.

"Please don't be so rough with my little brother." The shorter one said sharply to Dean.

"Sh" Dean said waving them off as he watched carefully through the peephole.

"Sam, kitchen now." Dean said softly, hands tightening around the weapon in his hands.

"C'mon guys." Sam said waving the two newcomers to the kitchen. Dean stared out at the fucked up world, at the dead as they sniffed and shuffled up to the door, bumping off it and meandering off in a different direction. When he was satisfied they were safe he went into the kitchen. He lit a lantern and Sam lit the others.

"Names, ages, how many zombies you've killed, what use you are to us, why we should trust you. Now." Dean growled.

"My name is Castiel, this is my brother Gabriel. I am twenty, he is twenty three." The blue eyed one said. Dean was finally seeing them in proper light. Castiel was about Dean's height with black hair and blue eyes, his skin was pale and his eyes were tired. Gabriel had golden hair and matching eyes.

"What uses we are to you, well, let's see...while you and your itty bitty little baby out there seem to have things under control, maybe an extra couple eyes and hands working for you may help." Gabriel said.

"Being honest Gabriel, we would not trust them if the situation were reversed, so we must be understanding to their suspicion." Castiel said.

"How many dead have you ganked?" Sam asked peeking in from the living-room.

"Sam! Watch the door!" Dean snapped.

"Two." Gabriel said.

"None." Castiel said.

"Now how about you and little Sam answer." Gabe smirked.

"No. You two go upstairs with Sam. Get some sleep." Dean said. They complied and he went to where Sam was sitting, eyes drooping, looking like he was about to fall asleep. "Go upstairs with them. I know you're tired, but please watch them. Just keep an eye on 'em. Kay kid?" Dean said ruffling his hair. Sam nodded sleepily and handed Dean the gun before shuffling upstairs.