An: This is a sequel. I strongly recommend if you haven't read it already, read my fic Dread the Silence (super/twi/Silent Hill fic) At least the last couple of chapters or else you will be wondering 'what the hell'. It's taken me a little longer to get this up due to reworking the first chapter, it's still not right, but I'm gonna go with it. I hope you like it :) Inspired by supernatural season 8 promo, and the dawn of the dead slogan, when there's no more room in hell the dead will walk the Earth. i just adapted it a little to- when the gates to hell close the dead will walk the Earth.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, supernatural or TWD

Deans POV

It's been 3 days since the world went to Hell

After dropping in at Johns lock-up at Castle storage, we stopped at an abandoned 7/11 to get some food.

The problem was, now we were on the menu.

"Sammy, A little help here!" The front of the store was quickly getting mobbed.

But Sam had his own problems grappling with the huge obese walker who had just come in the back door.

I heard the slide of the bolt-action. Bella raised her rifle, stepping up alongside me. Again the boom mades my ears ring, muzzle flashing brightly. The Zombies head blew up in chunks and Bella staggered backwards from the recoil. I had warned her against taking the Mosin-Nagant. But she had insisted, she said she had more experience with rifles than handguns.

I had snapped "Fine Take your Russian crap job then, seriously it's probably made of old water pipe and goat carts."

The little Smartass had replied "Charlie says if you can't kill it with a Mosin-Nagant, it can't be killed."

Now after seeing the results, I had to admit I was impressed, Still think a 30 cal rifle is unecessary at this range though. She opened the chamber and the empty shell pinged out and hit me, "I'm out again" she said as we shuffle backwards.

Sammy yelled, "Backs clear."

Bella slung the old rifle over her shoulder and I threw the duffel bag in her direction. She fumbled with it, but managed to get it open and ready as I started sweeping things off the shelves for her to catch. I Kept my gun hand free and trained on those walkers who were even now jamming themselves in the narrow door. Stupid dumbass zombies mobbing like over eaters anonymous on free buffet night . Actually I was really am grateful that the mob had a clear lack of higher functions. We had soon discovered that the only way to kill these suckers was to pop em in the head. Anywhere else and they just kept staggering towards us.

I cursed when we got outside. We're outflanked. This town was crawling. Damn it, where was Cas when we needed him? He'd angeled away, saying something about searching for someone. It was about as cryptically unhelpful as you can get, as usual. I kept telling myself that everything's Ok, but Cas just didn't seem right after our showdown with the Demi-god /Hellgate bitch in Silent Hill. Dude appeared to have a lot on his mind and wasn't into the whole sitting down in a circle for sharing time.

Bella's dragged the bag to the Impala while Sam and I covered her.

We make it out of the town from hell, barely.

"Lets not do that again, we should try and avoid major settlements." Said Sam, forever the voice of reason in our mismatched little band.

We had all been stunned at first. After that amazing high, knowing we had stopped an unspeakable evil from taking over the world. Now it had been replaced by collective guilt. We now lived in the knowledge that we had fucked up worse than usual and we had no idea how to fix it.

Bella's all quiet, she had been since talking to her dad Charlie. He wanted her to come home, said we'd be safe there. I'm not convinced, the plan for now was to get back to whitefish Montana, Rufus's cabin was nice and isolated and better still defensible.

"Nice shooting there, Bella." Sure she had missed a couple of times, but I had to give it to her that she hit more than she missed. Pretty good for open sights. She absent-mindedly rubbed her shoulder. I couldn't help a soft laugh, "Kicked you in the ass a bit eh."

She looked inside her shirt, "The metal bits on my bra strap..." she grumbled, then trailed off, colouring slightly.

Sam laughed politely, "They probably didn't have bra straps in mind when they designed that thing."

Don't look at her boobs, don't look at her boobs, I mentally remind myself. so I glanced at the butt of the weapon instead. Its wooden stock had a metal plate screwed to the end, raising an eyebrow. It would double quite nicely as a club.

"Do you think we should get my truck back?" She asked.

I had expected this, "I dunno Bella, what are the chances he got it fixed before...all this happened."

"We could check, an extra vehicle could be useful, it will have more room for carting supplies."

I gave in, she was right, The truck was stopped up in a small settlement outside Grand Forks, North Dakota. It was on the way, I guess It couldn't hurt to check.

With a rush and a flutter and Cas appeared in the back seat. Bella swung around, eyes alight, "You're back!"

"Hey Cas," I muttered.

Cas was silent for a moment, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the pensive look on his face

"I found him." He said.

"Who?" I hear Sam ask.

"Someone who can help." Cas and his lack of damn details, it was starting to piss me off.

I looked straight ahead, focusing on the road.

"I have given him instructions, he will meet us soon."

"This dude trustworthy?" I had to ask.

Cas met my gaze in the mirror and I don't like what I see, "I'm not sure," He replied.

Great, that's just dandy. Just this once I wish he would lie. Not like the lying Cas who threw his lot in with Crowley, of course. Just a white lie, you know... like the ones self-help books make you chant, until you believe the shit they are selling.

"I have discovered something you may find interesting however" Cas continues. Why do I get the idea that I am not gonna like his definition of interesting.

" It seems that damned souls are not the only ones affected..." He paused, as if reluctant to continue. "If the undead bites a person destined for heaven, the curse within them is transferred, condemning the bitten to the same fate."

"Sounds like...a virus," Sam stammered.

"Yes Sam, you'd remember the Croatoan virus. I assume it works on a similar principle."

Holy hell,I was still trying to forget that one. stuff of nightmares, like most of the stuff we do.

Can we get any more screwed than this? I sure hope not.

AN. constructive criticism encouraged. I decided to keep writing this in first person for continuity reasons, despite being absolutely crap at 1st person POV. This is set season 8 supernatural (AU now that season 8 has started), and Completely AU walking dead right from the start. Bella's story is AU after Eclipse. timelines have been aligned for my own purposes.

In regards to Bella's weapon of choice, figured I would go from my own personal experience (very enemy at the gates I know). It's a WW2 Russian sniper rifle that fires 7.62mmR54 rounds. It has a kick, but a 5.6 slimly built female can handle it, I should know ;)