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The Overwatch/Angels are Dicks Ch 7

If you've stuck around, here is the next installment of this Fic. Sorry it’s late, life happens and has thrown me quite the curveball, but I’m working on the next chapter now and hope to have it out next week. Thanks for reading!

WARNING: THIS FIC MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING

- Mentions of violence - Gore - Foul language - Innuendos - Stressful/Traumatic situations

You heard about seeing a bright light before death, but you didn’t expect it to be so blinding. The light dissipated, and your pain vanished, was this heaven? Then you heard Dean's voice.

“Cas?!” He exclaimed, confused yet happy. “Man, am I glad to see you,” he continued.

You looked up and saw a man wearing a beige trench coat, who spoke with a gravelly, monotone voice.

“You’ve been gone a month Dean. I was looking for you when Meg informed me of your predicament.” He bluntly stated. “It’s only a matter of time before Lucifer finds out I’m here.”

Dean appeared confused, “Meg? Uh, Cas, Meg is dead. Crowley stuck her like a pig with an angel blade...” Dean paused for a moment to see if Cas was recalling this information. “You know, back when you ran off with the Angel Tablet.” Cas looked confused by what Dean told him. “Son of a BITCH!!!!” Dean exclaimed, “I’m willing to bet that Lucifer sent you here. Somehow used Meg to trick you.”

“Archangels do have the ability to change their shape.” Cas calmly responded. “It would also explain why I do not recall Meg’s death. Archangels also have the ability to manipulate memories.” He rattled off the information like it was common knowledge.

“What the hell Cas?!” Dean responded confused and irritated. “ What can’t those winged dicks do?”

“Well Dean, there really isn’t much that they are unable to do. The list is quite impressive.” Cas responded, not getting the question was rhetorical.

You touched your face, feeling for any signs of the damage you sustained, but you felt nothing. You noticed the bodies around you and Dean. The eyes appeared to have been burned out, and the area smelled like burned flesh and sulfur. Dean stood up and noticed you were still there on the ground and helped you up.

“Cas, this is Y/N, they pulled Sammy and my ass out of the fire as soon as we got here.” Dean introduced, and continued.”Look man, we can’t go just yet. We kind of have a case of sorts here.

“What kind of case would keep you in an alternate reality Dean?” Cas questioned.

Dean inhaled deeply, “It’s our father Cas. He’s here, and Azazel is wearing him.” The information stunned the angel. “Sammy, Y/N, and I are working on a plan to give ole yellow eyes the boot and get dad home.”

It took a few moments for Cas to process the information. “Whatever you need Dean, I want to help. I know how much your father means to you.”

Dean stared at Castiel for a moment. “I appreciate that Cas. We could use every trick up our sleeves with this one. Right now we need to get back to Sammy before that jackass sends him a friendly neighbor for some sugar.”

“Dean, why would Azazel send Sam a friendly neighbor if he just tried to have you killed?” Cas asked, not understanding Dean.

Dean stared at Cas blankly then rolled his eyes. “Nevermind Cas, can you get us to Sam?”

“Wait, what do you mean get us to Sa...” Before you could finish Castiel placed a hand on you and Dean and were suddenly standing in the kitchen. The three of you appearing out of nowhere startled Sam and he grabbed the nearest weapon and stood up ready for a fight.

“Cas?! What the hell?” Sam exclaimed, confused but not lowering his weapon.

“Whoa whoa whoa, Sammy! It’s ok, it’s really Cas.” Dean de-escalated.

“How the hell did he get here Dean?” Sam retorted. “Last I checked he didn’t have the juice to make that move��

Dean spoke cooley, “He was tricked by Lucifer, and got zapped here. Just like us Sammy.”

Sam thought for a moment, then grabbed a cross from a nearby duffel bag and tossed it to Castiel who caught it. Dean showed worry in his eyes.

Castiel cocked his head to the side, and looked at Sam. “Sam, as you can see, this christian cross does not burn me, as I am not Lucifer. I am who I claim to be.”

Sam and Dean both breathed a sigh of relief, and Sam gave Castiel a hug.

“Good to see ya man!” Sam exclaimed patting Castiel’s back.

“It is good to see you too Sam.” Castiel responded. “Dean has informed me what is keeping you here. I want to help.”

Thank you for reading!! As stated before I am hoping to have the next chapter out next week.

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Please reblog if you have respect for The SPN cast’s wives/Girlfriends ❤❤❤Spread love NOT hate !

Haters shall be roasted if spotted on my HATE FREE post :D

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ok, you damn well that I would never NOT fight for you, besides, you’re the one that added me to the mix...lol. Now, you know I wouldn’t just whoop his ass... I’d have to make him look bad too.

Ok sugar. I want to know your opinion on the John vs Negan question JDM answered....I think I know what you might say, but, let's see how this goes!😁😁😁😁

I mean….it’s a tough call! Are we talking one-on-one fist fight (good lord, I need a minute with that image) or are they in a situation where they can stalk and set up traps for one another?

One-on-one fist fight I think John would take it. He’s a former marine that wrestles werewolves, wendingos, shape-shifters, vamps….but if Negan has Lucille I think that would give him the upper hand. She’s his lady and together they are a formidable pair.

If they had the chance to stalk each other and set up traps I think Negan is pretty wiley, but John definitely has more weapons skills and most likely stealth, so I think it would be a close call.

Now put YOU in the mix and I have the ultimate fantasy! 😘

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I love ya sugar, but gotta disagree with ya a little. I don't think it would be close unless John got sloppy or if Negan got lucky. I will give Negan leadership points and bravado, but, alone, against an intelligent force. I think he'd be out of his league....

Now, we have this convo a bit, if it's me or Negan....who do you have... lol. (Obviously 1vs1) I just have to torture you. Lol.

Ok sugar. I want to know your opinion on the John vs Negan question JDM answered....I think I know what you might say, but, let's see how this goes!😁😁😁😁

I mean….it’s a tough call! Are we talking one-on-one fist fight (good lord, I need a minute with that image) or are they in a situation where they can stalk and set up traps for one another?

If they had the chance to stalk each other and set up traps I think Negan is pretty wiley, but John definitely has more weapons skills and most likely stealth, so I think it would be a close call.

Now put YOU in the mix and I have the ultimate fantasy! 😘

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The Overwatch/Angels are Dicks ch6

Holy Hell!!! It’s been TOO long since chapter 5..... Here we are with Chapter 6, and ill be posting more and more often. Well, things are going to really start picking up in the story here. So, have fun!!

WARNING THIS FIC MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING

-Mentions of violence

-Gore

-Foul Languge

-Innuendos

-Stressful/Traumatic Situations

Dean paced and continued to swear.”This is exactly why I don’t fucking trust Angels!” Sam tried to add information but Dean cut him short, “Sammy, I’m gonna stop you right there. I don’t think I can handle any more revelations after what we witnessed. Not to mention that bomb you just fucking dropped.”

“Ok guys. I’m with Dean on this one. Theres just been too much damn information being thrown around. I think it’s best we try to get some sleep and figure shit out tomorrow.” You added to the discussion.

The brothers agree and you all try to get some sleep. You only managed to get a couple of hours rest. The events of the night played out over and over again in your head. You made your way down to the kitchen, you were caught off guard by the sight of Dean sitting at the table cleaning one of the several firearms sitting in front of him...

“Morning.” Dean said shortly, not looking up from his task. “Before you look, theres no coffee,” he continued.

“BALLS!!!” You exclaimed. “I was as hoping this place hasn’t been gone through yet. Where’s Sam?” You couldn't help asking. The Winchesters didn’t seem like the type to just leave each other without saying something.

Dean stared at you for a moment before responding “He’s getting some books from the car. We wanted to look into a couple of things before refining our plan.”

“A plan?” You asked, confused about what the boys could possibly be thinking; Negan was a wild card and any plan against him was suicide. “What plan could you two possibly come up with that wouldn’t be a one way trip?!”

Sam walked in behind you, book in hand. “Well, we kind of specialize in one way trips, only thing is…”

“Something or someone always has a return trip planned for us,” Dean interrupted. “You get the books?”

Sam shook his head, “ Yeah, I just hope we can find what we need.”

“Anyone mind filling me in on this grand scheme?” You asked, perplexed as ever. “I might be of some use. After all, I did save your asses with that herd.”

Sam mumbled to Dean “ We really could use the help, I mean, it couldn't hurt.”

Dean begrudgingly agreed, “ I guess we do need the help considering Yellow Eyes knows us. Who knows how many demons he has too.” The brothers looked at each other in agreement before Dean spoke again. “We could use some help..welcome to the team.”

You look at one of the books with an odd symbol Sam sits on the table and mindlessly read the title out loud. “Demon traps and expelling incantations.” You looked up to see the boys looking at you impressed yet confused.

Sam spoke up first, “Dude, you can read Latin?”

“Well, kind of. I was studying ancient languages in college. I’m not fluent, but I know enoough to get through a book like this one.”

Dean finally spoke, “Man, we have been fighting with douchebag professors trying to get something out of those books.”

Sam added,“ We used to have a guy, but, well, when you’re in our line of bussiness life expenctancy isn’t the greatest.”

Dean shot Sam a look that said don’t talk about that, and the conversation died.You picked up the book and began your research. An hour goes by before your watch alarm went off. You remembered you needed to check the traps you had set, and you wanted to check on the communities. As you started to head off, Dean offered to join you.

“Hey, I’d like to see if we can get a lay of the land, Sammy has a lock down here and he’s better suited for the research.”

You thought about the offer for a moment and decided you could use an extra set of eyes and ears.”Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Are you sure Sam will be ok here alone? I mean, i know he can handle the dead, it’s the living I’m worried about.”

Dean smirked, “Sammy may look like a big doofus, but he can hold his own with the best of them. Hell, he’s one of the best hunters I know, well, after myself of course.” Dean claimed smugly. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Well, if you think he’ll be fine, we need to get moving. we have a bit of a trek to check on a few things,” you stated. Dean nodded and the two of you left.

You and Dean checked a couple traps, and only found walkers eating your catch.

“Well Fuck!” you exclaimed, “I’ve been looking forward to some rabbit, but no, this sum-bitch had to go and skrew that up!”

Dean gave you the same look from earlier, like he saw or heard something familiar. This time you decided to bring it up.

“Hey, you ok Dean?” You asked. “You’ve given me the same look twice now.”

Dean contorted his face.”No, yeah, I’m fine.” Dean continued, “This place reminds me of purgatory.” He turned toward the walker at the trap, “ A headshot takes this guy out right?” Dean asked,pulling back the hammer on his pistol.

You stopped him and explained a little more. “Hold on, if its just one don’t use a gun. That’ll attract more walkers, and even some living. As long as you destroy the brain you’re good to go. Just give the coconut a stab and that’ll be good enough for government work.”

By now the walker had stopped eating and started to charge the two of you. Dean was able to sneak behind it, while you created a distraction, and stabbed in the head.

“Man, that was easy enough!” Dean proclaimed.” I wish these things were what we face back home. Slow and stupid, easy kills! The only ways we know that works are nailing them back in a coffin with a silver stake, or a headshot!”

The both of you continue on and reach the Hilltop community first. You see Maggie on the wall, and you point her out to Dean. “That girl right there, That’s the wife of one of the guys Negan bashed with the bat. I’m glad to see her up and moving around again, she didn’t look so good that night.”

Dean grabs binoculars from his bag and surveys the wall. “SON OF A BITCH!” he exclaimed. “That girl right there? she looks just like this english chick that screwed me and Sammy over a couple times too many... How long have you known her?”

“I’ve known her long enough to know that if she wasn’t who she said she was i would’ve known by now.” You assured Dean.

Dean seemed to accept the answer, but was still eyeing her, waiting for something. “I just want to make sure, because no matter our plan, if it’s Bella we’re boned. She seems to check out though, for now at least.”

You both packed up and headed out towards Alexandria, and checked traps along the way. When you arrived at Alexandria, you noticed something was off. The gate was left open and trucks filled the entrance area. Negan walked toward a truck with three others.

Dean grabbed his binoculars, “Son of a bitch!” Dean whispered angrily. “Of course he would have demons with him.”

“Why don’t we get back to Sam. We need to get our plan figured out before something bad happens.” You told Dean and he agreed.

While you and Dean walked back to Sam, you heard something that was’nt quite right. Then you heard it, that bone chilling whistle. You froze in your tracks, you knew what followed that whistle. Dean also froze, he fed off of your emotions and body language. You looked around and saw people emerge from behind the trees and close in on you and Dean. Dean started to grab for a knife, but was hit before he could get to it. Then you you heard his voice....

“Well well well, look at what we have here.” Negan crowed. “Get them on their knees! I want to get a good look at these two.” Negan continued, “Ho-ly SHIT! Is that who i think it is? Dean Winchester, what in the HELL are you doing here?

Dean looked up, “Well if it ain’t ol’ yellow eyes himself. What, couldn’t get the job done back home and found somewhere else to fuck up?” Dean challeneged. “I see you’re still running with second rate henchman.” With that remark one of the closest guys hit Dean. “What? is that all you got ass eyes? I’ve been hit harder by shape shifters.” The guys eyes changed to all black and he hit Dean again, his eye swelled.

“Well Dean, if you must know. I started my own appocolypse here. I also rode your daddy here, and changed his name to do it. Now, this is all mine” Negan mocked. “ How did you get here Dean?” Dean glared at Negan. “Hit him some more. I don’t think he heard me.” Negans eyes turned yellow as the demon beat dean.

“That’s enough Negan!” you uncontrolably shouted. “You’ve made your damn point, now knock this shit off and kill us! Or are you too much of a bitch to do it?” you raged.

Negan laughed, “ You know what? I think I will! I’m sure Sam is around here somewhere, and without Dean, he’ll be all mine.” He schemed then comanded, “Boys, Beat them, then bury them. I’ve gotta get back to the sanctuary. Need to keep up appearances!” Negan vanished.

Your vision went fuzzy after being hit in the head, but it wasn’t with Lucille. You looked up to see all black eyes and the person they belonged to swung a rifle and hit you again. This was it, this was how it ended for you. Your ears rung, but you could still hear what sounded like feathers behind you. Then, as you waited for the final strike, you saw a bright white light. This was what you expected to see before you died.

ok, Thanks for reading!! I will be posting more soon-ish. I really appreciate everyone that takes their time out to read what’s in my head!

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#fanfic #spn fanfic #twd fanfiction #SPN/TWD crossover #twd negan #spn sam winchester #spn dean winchester #spn john winchester

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“fuck” or a variation of has become more of a comma like pause when I talk.... so surpassing 5 a day is well........

Reblog if you say "fuck" more than 5 times a day.

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I can't wait.....

When you realise that you’re not mentally prepared for the Season finale...

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The Overwatch/Angels are Dicks Ch. 5

Ok, so I have lost track of how long it has been since the last chapter. However here it is, the latest installment. This whole thing has been a relearning process, and I think I might have it close to pinned down with this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME OR ALL OF THE FOLLOWING

Mentions of violence

Gore

Foul language

Innuendos

Stressful/Traumatic situations

You try to understand the information you’ve been given, but it really doesn’t make sense. You decide to return your attention back the threat outside, a mere four maybe five houses away. The woman had been brought to her feet and restrained by two of the Saviors. Negan was pacing and swinging Lucille playfully, taunting the male on his knees with the occasional swing for the fences.

“He’s going to kill him with that baseball bat isn’t he…” Sam asked with concern. “It’s hard to tell with Negan. He’s unpredictable as fuck!” You fearfully responded. The scene up the street appeared to be wrapping up with both runners surviving. Suddenly, with no apparent provocation, Negan took a massive swing with Lucille. Lucille made a solid connection with the left side of the guy’s head who was in the midst of standing. The blow took him off his feet. You notice a literal red mist from the blood exploding into the air, the headlights glow a grim crimson. “HOLY SHIT!!” Dean nearly shouts, “That was an insane hit! Did you see that Sammy?!?” “Yeah Dean, I saw it,” Sam responded with concern. “I saw something else too Dean…” Sam paused as if he didn’t trust what he had seen. “Well don’t leave me hangin Sam! What, did he not rotate his hips or something?” Dean retorted with a sarcastic but worried tone. Sam took a deep breath and spoke incredulously “Dean, I saw yellow eyes…”

With disbelief all over his face Dean says, “You’re shitting me Sam. Come on, that’s even less possible, I shot that son of a bitch myself with the Colt years ago!”

“I know what I saw Dean!” Sam angrily rebutted. You interrupt the argument growling, “Look, I don’t know what the flying fuck you two are talking about, but keep it the fuck down!! Unless you want to end up like that guy over there!” The brothers look at you and nod in understanding. You return to the graphic scene outside. Negan, repeatedly beating the now limp body of the male runner. After what seemed like hours, Negan finally stopped. He began to pace before his congregation, passionately delivering a sermon of obedience. He raised the bloodied bat in the air and waved it in a circle, and everyone loaded up and the Saviors leave.

Approximately a half hour goes by before anyone is comfortable speaking, in fear of being discovered. Finally, you broke the silence. “Will someone please FUCKING explain to me what in the HELL you two were fighting over?!” You spoke with an angry but concerned tone. The Winchesters looked at each other as if they were having a conversation, deciding who was going to tell you what you wanted to know. Eventually Dean speaks up. “Look, y/n, what I’m about to tell you is gonna sound insane. Not I partied too hard last weekend insane, but lock you up in a padded room heavily medicated till you’re drooling on yourself insane.“ Sam interjected, "I think y/n gets the idea Dean.“ Dean fired back, "I know Sam, I just want y/n to understand why this is a big deal.“ Dean continued, "it started when Sammy here was just a baby……” Dean went on and spoke about the yellow eyed demon that killed their mother, how obsessed their father became with finding and killing it. He spoke about the Colt and how a single shot could kill any monster. Dean said with deep emotion, “I was in the hospital after a car wreck, things… Things weren’t looking that great for me. So, our dad made a deal with ole yellow eyes to keep me alive. A life for a life, but that wasn’t enough, no, Yellow Eyes wanted the Colt too, and to save my life, he gave the demon everything he wanted.” Dean paused for a bit, and Sam stepped in.

“ The demon was trying to raise an army for Lucifer and a bunch of us the demon chose were gathered up for a battle royale to decide who was going to lead this so-called army.”Sam carried on with the story, that he died and how Dean traded his soul for his life. He mentioned that Sam Colt built a massive devils trap around a “Hell Gate” and the key to said gate just so happened to be the infamous kill-anything Colt revolver.

“Once the gate was opened, we saw our dad grab yellow eyes so Dean could take the shot with the Colt, killing Yellow Eyes. Or that’s what we thought up until today.” Sam’s words were filled with confusion and frustration.

The boys had been through a lot, you thought to yourself. You hoped that it was just a coincidence that Negan looked like their father. Dean came to relieve you from your watch duties. You couldn’t help but ask him.

“Is there a possibility that the demon somehow tricked you guys and came here?”

Dean sat and thought for a brief moment before answering. “Honestly, with the hell we’ve been through, anything is possible anymore.”

Sam hurried in from the other room, “Dean, what y/n said, makes sense.”

Dean snipped back,” Well Sammy, do you care to explain how the damn Colt didn’t kill Yellow Eyes?”

“Well, actually it’s a stretch but, it could explain a lot of things, even the zombies here!” Sam retorted with an intelligent smirk. “Okay, remember when that demon told you yellow eyes name?”

“Yeah, Azazel.” Dean responded inquisitively. “So what?”

“Well, I’ve been doing research on the name for a while now and everything I’ve been pulling up is angel related. As in, Azazel was one of the original fallen angels,” Sam answered.

“Okay Sam, that’s fascinating and all, but what the hell does that have to do with what we are dealing with right now?” Dean quickly quipped.

Sam was on his heels with a response. “Well, can you name an angel that has pulled a fast one on us? More than one damn time?”

Dean sat there for a moment contorting his face while trying to recall information. Sam beats him with an answer.

“Gabriel, Dean. Remember? He was posing as the trickster, and made us think we killed him multiple times before revealing to us his true identity as a former Arch Angel!”

“I’m still not on the same page Sammy. Can we just get to the point?” Dean recanted irritably.

Sam rolled his eyes before explaining. “Okay, so like I said this is a stretch, but, what if Azazel made it look like we took him out with the Colt to get us off his trail. Then when in the clear he bolted here with dad and somehow created this nightmare? If lucifer can send us here as a fallen angel, why couldn’t Azazel?”

Dean stood up and paced, digesting the information. “SON OF A BITCH!”

If you’re still here, thank you for reading. Idid have more fun with this part.I feel likeI have the ball rolling a little better now andI might be able to get more chapters out faster than Ihave been. As always I am open to constructive criticism, and in the near future I will be making a master list so that this will be easier to follow.

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The Overwatch/Angels are Dicks Ch. 4

Okay, here’s the latest part of the story. This part is a little shorter, but I’m sure it will live up the the building tension in the previous chapters. Sorry it’s taken so long to get this one out. Walker Stalker/FanFest Chicago was amazing, and in the future ill try to post more chapters on a regular basis.

WARNING

Mentions of violence

Foul Language

Gore

Innuendos

Stressful/Traumatic Situations

The sound cuts through the night and strikes you deep in your core. The Winchesters each grab a gun and take position by their own windows, their movements quick and silent, following your lead.

“Don’t do anything just yet…” You whisper. “They may not even know we’re here.” That’s when you see a pair running from a house. Male and female, the Saviors are on a hunt and the pack is closing in. In the distance you see the headlights from the search team. More and more vehicles pour into the cul-de-sac, and you catch it out of the corner of your eye…. Negans truck. *Who ever this pair is, they’ve done fucked up* you think to yourself.

“What is it "y/n,” what did you see?“ Dean asks.

"He’s here,” you respond with fear and hate in your voice. “I just saw his truck, which means these two are pretty well fucked.”

“Damn!” Dean exclaims quietly.

The convoy starts to form a half circle, and everyone starts echoing the damn whistle. You’re able to see the pair in the lights from the vehicles, all facing his truck. Waiting for him to exit and perform his duties as their leader. Dean reaches in his duffel bag and pulls out a pair of binoculars to get a better look, just as Negan exits his truck.

“Oh you have got to be shitting me!” Dean exclaims in confusion. “Sammy, you need to look at this. I can’t believe my eyes right now. ” Sam takes the binoculars and tries to spot what Dean saw. Then it clicked.

“What the Hell?!? That can’t be..” Sam is interrupted sharply by Dean.

“No it can’t. He’s gone.”

You can’t help but ask, “what are you guys talking about?”

Dean looks you in the eyes, and what he says carries the weight of the world. “The guy with the bat, looks exactly like our dad…”

Sam adds, “which is impossible considering he’s dead.”

Short and to the point, as always, thanks for reading and any positive criticism and suggestions/comments are welcomed. This particular chapter was a little difficult for me to write because I wanted to at the very least introduce the boys to Negan... but I wasn’t entirely sure how to do it.

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In nearly 5 hours I'll be on the road with @negan--is--god on our way to Walker Stalker in Chicago!!! Can't wait!!!

#meeting JDM #So damn excited

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The Overwatch/Angels are Dicks - Chapter 3

Here we are again with Chapter three. Sorry its been a bit since the last chapter, I’ve been slowly working on this one to make sure it was done just right. Enjoy...

WARNING

*Mentions of violence

*Foul language

*Gore

*Innuendos

*Stressful/Traumatic situations

You get set up in the attic, it looks like it was a spare room at one time. You mull over the information you've been given. Angels, Lucifer, a world where walkers are NOT the problem. You think, *must be nice.* A couple hours go by. You look around the room and decide it must've been a kids room, probably a girl. Adam Lavigne posters on the walls with an occasional Bieber poster. The bed is made with a comforter covered in dust and a floral pattern.

You begin to get lost in a memory when you hear a board creak behind you. In one smooth motion you spin around and draw your pistol. Sam started by you movements throws his hands up and says "Whoa! Just me."

You put your pistol away and apologize. "Sorry, with the way things are in the world it's become muscle memory. " Sam nods his head in acknowledgment and looks like he wants to ask something, so you let him know you've noticed. "What's on your mind Sam?"

Sam responds. "That obvious huh?" He continues but with confusion. "Dean and I were talking about a comment you made earlier. I wanted to ask you what exactly you meant by it?"

You were confused for a moment but then it clicked. its not the dead we need to worry about. You take a deep breath and sit down and you you begin to tell Sam about the group, the prison and Woodbury. Sam's face goes from intrigue to concern when you talk about Terminus events and how you left the group not long after that but have been keeping an eye on the group.

Then you pause and Dean starts to speak, it catches you off guard because you never noticed him enter the room. "Sounds like you've been given a real shit sandwich."

You respond, "That's not the worst part. The group ended up at a community called Alexandria...." you continue on about how your groups leader Rick kind of lost it and about the attack on the community by the group called the Wolves. "Then everything started looking up. Hell, I was about to rejoin the group. But, one night, I was on a personal supply run that ran a little late. The sounds of cars and trucks and people woke me up. Then I heard it. The sound cut through the dark."

Sam interrupts, " what was it?"

"It was..." you began, the images of that night running through your mind. "A simple whistle. Two notes coming from every angle possible," you whistle the notes and cringe at their sound. You continued to describe the scene, your group surrounded, on their knees facing a R.V.

"Then he steps out of the R.V." You snarl. "Hair slicked back, leather jacket parading around while holding a baseball bat

He taunted Rick and the others." You can still hear the cadence of his voice, you take a short pause then continue. "He chose one of our group and bashed his skull in with that damn bat," your words filled with venom.

"Son of a Bitch!" Dean exclaims.

"That's not the end of it either," you respond. "This ass clown proceeds to further mock and taunt The rest of the group. One of the other members of the group had enough of the bullshit and attacked."

Sam interjects, "that didn't end well did it?"

"Not one bit," you respond. "After Daryl was put back in line, fuckwad starts swinging his bat again. Popping Glenn's eye out of its socket! All while mocking the group." It takes everything you've got not to cry but you continue, " the bitch of it is, Glenn's wife was in the line up....."

Before you continue you're interrupted by the sound of voices and vehicles. You tell the Winchester's to quickly blow out any candles and shut off flashlights and be very quiet. That's when you hear it.... that unmistakable whistle of the Saviors.

Thank you for toughing this out. I think this might have been the longest one so far. Please feel free to to leave a comment, and if it’s criticism keep it constructive. More on the way!!

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