Zombehs //Dean//

Teddy looked up at Dean, but it wasn't Dean to her... it was Aaron. "N-no!" She shouted pushing Dean away with as much force as she possibly could. "I-I don't want to play, Aaron... I-I don't want to." She stuttered and held back sobs and the tears that threatened to leave the corners of her eyes.

"I-I don't want to play football with you... please, leave your sister alone..." She pleaded to what seemed like thin air, but it was to her little brother. His vision grew impatient and he threw his ball near her head and against a bookcase, it made Teddy flinch and automatically move a hand to shield her face. "Careful!" She shouted with her big sister voice... which she hadn't used in years.

The pills she required were nowhere and she had to deal with the occasional hallucinations... which were only resolved by being shocked by something. A friend of Teddy had kissed her once to shock her out of it, but Teddy only ended up smacking the poor girl and then apologizing about twenty minutes afterwards - which her friend accepted with a small chuckle and a grin.

Teddy shook a little, her hallucinations were probably a lot worse now than when she had seen her brother, sister and mother all without throats in her home after that dreadful day at school, in London. It had been years of development so the hallucinations could get worse once her mind collected more terrifying things that went bump in the night...

Her eyes snapped to Dean when he used a older brother tone, Thomas did the same tone to her when she was younger and it always made her cower. When she was grabbed by the collar her eyes widened and the shake soon brought her back to reality. "D-dean...? Oh God, tell me you didn't see that!" She said with a sad tone. "You weren't supposed to see that side of me..." She muttered before her eyes looked down at the floor, her hands moved up to his that were on her collar and she squeezed at his hands - it was a reassurance he was real and not an illusion like her little brother.

Teddy let go of his hands and she looked at him with sad eyes. He had seen... she couldn't deny that and he couldn't try and convince her otherwise. She hated having the hallucinations of her past and every time she did... someone would've bullied her for it... that was because she'd have them at school and the rest of the kids would pick on her for it. That meant she turned into an introvert, bookworm that was socially mute at times... but the past few years - since moving to America - Teddy has learnt talking will get her places and she slowly overcame her social mute disorder... but not her hallucinations. They got worse!

"It's not okay..." She muttered quietly before looking from the side to his eyes, her blue ones were watery. "You are looking at me in a way I'd look at something I'd not understand... what is it you want to understand about me?" She rubbed her wrists, a nervous notion as she shifted a little on her feet.

Teddy eyed the picture that Dean unfolded to show her. "Camp Chitaqua? I've heard of that place... no, I've seen it before." She muttered before she simply nodded at him. Determination was clear on her face. She may have noticed the constant dropping of ideas of talking to people but she didn't want to question it. She had her own issues; so he could have his own issues too...

Teddy went over to the atlas and she only had to scan the pages for a good few seconds before her index finger slammed down onto its position. "There. Camp Chitaqua." She said firmly. She had read atlases many times... mostly for time killing; but she was a serious bookworm and would even read an entire dictionary to pass the time. She memorized most definitions and large words but she wasn't that good.

"Well then, Dean-o, let's try and find this person to talk to." She smiled weakly at Dean, patting his shoulder as she walked past him.

Teddy smiled and giggled lightly. "No problem." She paused before adding: "And I'm unsure whether that is a good or a bad thing... but guessing by that smile of yours, I'll take it the person is a good one." She said softly before her eyes followed him to the other side of the library. She caught the box of bullets and grinned. "Oh thanks, I needed these." She said before taking out her dual pistols and checked their ammo. Luckily refueling wasn't needed right now so she put the box in her pocket and put her pistols in their holsters.

Teddy followed him by his side towards the exit. Her eyes shot to him and she acted like she was considering it, tapping her bottom lip with her left index finger. "Hm... how about nope?" She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him before exiting, a playful grin on her face. It had been years since she could joke around like that with someone... years before this disaster, even. She looked back at him. "So, I'll be right behind you, I put my trust in your coordination." She smirked before sitting on her bike. "Lead the way, Dean-o." She added the Dean-o with a joking wink and a small giggle.

Teddy giggled at him. "You know I am anything but 'cute', love." She said in her Londoner accent, a smirk on her face that was quite flirtatious but also playful. She made sure her motorbike was no longer braked and she looked back up to Dean as he threw the sedan's keys up in the air and catching them with little effort.

"Yeah, I'll see you there." She said with a soft smile, her hands gripped her motorbike's handlebars and she revved her motorbike up. She chuckled, also adding a joking: "Maybe." Before she lent forward and rode off behind Dean, her eyes watching all sides of her being as they traveled down the long roads towards their destination - Camp Chitaqua.

Teddy arrived only seconds after Dean. She parked her motorbike carefully and stepped off the bike. "Where's everybody?" She asked out loud in confusion as well as some worry filling her tone. If she couldn't help Dean out she'd feel like crap for a long time... she loved helping people. She did that by hunting. But to help this guy talk to, whoever he needed to talk to, seemed like the best plan and she needed to fulfill it - otherwise she'd feel useless.

She went over to Dean and looked over at him. "Are you sure this is the right place?" She asked, hands on her hips. She wanted to make sure it was correct, otherwise she'd feel like it was a waste of time if no one was there. "Are there clues if they moved out somewhere else?" She asked as she turned and walked off to one of the log cabins and scanned the outer walls for scratchings, notes etc.