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Because we love them, they're targets.

[She feels terrible right now for thinking "well at least I know they won't come after me to try and fuck with Sam."]

Great. That's ... really great.

This is only going to get worse, isn't it?

Much worse.

I don't even know if the point was to kill him. I think maybe him go through shooting his wife a second time might have been the real goal. I told you, Claire, it's the emotional attacks they do best.

... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Should I call him? I'll -- God. This is ... [really bad. Obviously. Fuck, say something useful, Zebra.]

Is there anything you need?

I don't think he wants freakin' sympathy cards right now, no. The man needs some time.

I just need you all to keep an eye on each other. They came after Bobby, they could come after any of you next.

Okay. Okay, I can do that. I'll keep an eye on everyone here and make sure they stay safe.

Dean, are you okay?

I'm fine.

[She whispers it away from the mic,] I don't believe you.

... Okay. And, Sam?

Yeah, Sammy's okay too. He was leadin' the charge that saved my ass.

I'd say I wish I could have seen it, but that'd probably just be jinxing myself into being their next target. So, I'll just settle on I'm glad he managed to save your butt. [Claire is a lady and will not say ass, ok.] Should I be stocking up for a zombie apocalypse?

He was pretty impressive.

... It's a possibility. I don't know what's gonna happen next.

...

Dean, it's okay. We can handle it. Being around you, helping you, is worth getting put on their hit list. It's more than worth it.

Right.

Just so you know what's possible.

I guess I'm biased since I've kind of been waiting for it after boot camp with Cas. Zombies would be pretty nice compared to what I saw.

... You don't think ... My dad and my mom?

I don't know, Claire.

[long silence -- she's crying, but not in the sobbing way that he'd could hear. When she does finally speak, though, her tone's definitely watery, but it's also firm and determined enough to try and hide it.]

If they do ... How do you kill a zombie?

... Take out the head. Don't let 'em get close.

... Okay. Okay, I can ... remember that. [She wasn't going to say she can do that, because just thinking about it is twisting her heart in uncomfortable ways.]

It's just a precaution, Claire.

I know. I'm not going to jump the gun or anything, don't worry, I just ... It figured it'd be too good to be true, you know? I was so happy to have them back.

Believe me. I understand.

Don't worry about us, ok?

Right.

Or ... try not to, at least. We've got things under control here.

Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts.

I'll make sure the facility we wind up picking out for the Company is 100% zombieproof.