A/N: Story title taken from Negan's dialogue from The Walking Dead season 7 premiere: "Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together. Sitting around the table at Sunday dinner in the happily ever after. No. Doesn't work like that, Rick. Not anymore."

Sorry, dude. At least in this story it does. I can't explain this fic and I'm not going to expand it either. Once it's done, it's done. It raises more questions than it answers and that's fine by me.

Warning: Negan cusses. A lot.

Summary: A Supernatural/Walking Dead AU crossover. My twisted version of what happened the night Negan captured Rick's group. It's a Winchester family reunion and Lucille is not pleased.

Chapter 1 – eeney meeny miney mo

"And you. Are. It."

Negan smiles, wide and bright.

For a brief second Abraham wishes he could say goodbye, to Rick and Carl, to Daryl, Maggie, Michonne and Glenn, to Aaron, Rosita and Eugene. He knows he'll never have that chance. He doesn't want to divert Negan's attention to anyone else.

That's right, you lousy bastard, Abraham thinks as he stares up at his death. Look at me. Nobody else.

Sasha's gaze prickles Abraham's skin. He doesn't look in her direction but the fingers of his left hand twitch as he makes the peace sign. Nobody else notices that.

Nobody but Sasha.

Her sharp intake of breath tells Abraham that she sees his hand signal. She understands. A deep sense of regret mixed with satisfaction floods through him.

Goodbye, darling. It's okay. Everything will be all right. I know you don't believe me, but it will be. It'll be okay. It will.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father. And then we'll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that."

Negan grips the bat with both hands. He raises it above his head. The downward stroke is unbelievably quick, as sure and as inevitable as death.

Abraham doesn't flinch. He keeps his eyes open. He doesn't blink. He's sure of that.

But he's still not sure what happened next.

Damn good choice, Negan thinks to himself.

Even on his knees Big Red still looks fucking dangerous. He's accepted his fate. If his death means that the others will live, so be it.

I knew that oversized fucker was trouble from the moment I laid eyes on 'im. Oh yeah, this is perfection.

His two handed grip on Lucille is firm, steady. Her weight in his hands is the most natural thing in the world. Negan steps forward.

He raises Lucille in a sure, smooth motion. Negan puts both shoulders into the downward stroke, just like he's done at least a hundred times before. Blood spray, extreme pain and certain death is a foregone conclusion.

But this time it isn't.

The air between Negan and Red churns with black and golden light. The vibration in the air sets Negan's teeth on edge. The power is oh so familiar. Massive golden wings flare in the dim light and then fade away. Negan sees freckled skin, spiky dark blond hair.

Shit.

The clearing is quiet. No one breathes. Everyone is in shock.

The bastard in the black suit puts his right arm up to block Lucille. The impact travels down the bat into Negan's arms. His muscles shiver and ache right down to the bone. Red and orange sparks fly as hard wood and barbed wire makes contact with black clad flesh.

Negan sees the man flinch slightly. Pain flickers across those well-known features.

Lucille sings wordlessly inside Negan's head. She's happy.

That makes him smile.

In the next second those wide green eyes spark golden fire, intense and angry. "Enough!"

The force in that voice lifts Negan off his feet. He tightens his grip on Lucille as he's hurled backwards. His knuckles turn white.

He won't let go of her. He can't.

Negan slams into the RV so hard the metal wall craters when he hits. The vehicle rocks from side to side.

Rick's group kneels in their places, frozen in disbelief. The Saviors react. They raise their guns and aim at the newcomer just as Negan slides down the side of the RV. He stumbles slightly as the soles of his feet touch the ground. He glares at his men and shakes his head. No. Hold your fire.

They do as they're told.

Negan bares his teeth in a feral grin. "Dean."

The man in black nods. "Hi, Dad. Long time no see."

TBC