So, this crossover came from the fact that I kept almost tagging my Dean and Sam reblogs on tumblr under 'The Walking Dead' and then it got me thinking about doing a crossover.

In terms of Supernatural everything in season 1 and 2 happened except for Dean giving up his soul to bring Sam back from the dead, also they stopped the gates of hell opening up completely so nowhere near as many demons escaped. They're also more at an age that would match Rick, Daryl and the likes in season 3/4 of TWD.

As for the TWD side it is set with season 1-3 in mind. However, the Governor has already been dealt with, the Woodbury residents stayed at Woodbury and didn't come to the prison, and Rick isn't crazy anymore after losing Lori. This takes place at the prison.

"Sammy."

"Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Where are we- What happened?"

"I don't know."

"Hmm."

"Sammy?"

"Sammy! …Sam!"

Dean blinked to clear his vision as he tried to open his eyes against the blinding light above him. Every part of him ached and he couldn't for the life of him remember the last thing he did. As his vision eventually did start to clear he realised that he was outside. In fact he was sprawled out on the ground outside looking up at the sky, which was such a vivid blue that if Dean had to guess he would say it was the middle of the day.

"S-Sam?"

His head moved to the side to look for Sam, but instead fell on a pair of boots. His whole body froze when he realised there were various other footwear surrounding him. They were pretty far away, enough for him to not notice them at first anyway. He slowly raised his eyes up to see a man who looked like he was in charge.

"Who's Sam?" the man called over to him, but didn't step closer.

"My brother." Dean grunted as he sat up. He grabbed his t-shirt loosely and shook it, feeling the tiny stones fall off of his back. "You know where he is?"

"You were alone when we found you."

"And who is we?" Dean asked as he slowly made his way up into a standing position.

"My name is Rick."

As Dean glanced at Rick he noticed the man just to the left holding a crossbow. Dean held his hands up in surrender when he realised it was aimed at his head. It didn't go unnoticed that Rick hadn't introduced anybody else.

"Look, you brought me here," Dean pointed out to them. "It's not like I came charging in here."

Rick looked to the man beside with the crossbow and nodded his head causing the crossbow to be lowered. "Who are you?"

"Dean, Dean Winchester."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Rick questioned him.

"Honestly, that's a little hazy," Dean admitted. "I was with my brother though, I remember that much."

"Your brother wasn't there when we found you."

"Yeah, you said," Dean said. He was starting to get a little irritable now. "Fancy telling me what happened then?"

"Daryl found you," Rick said, motioning to the man with the crossbow. "He and a couple of our people were on a supply run when they found you knocked out. They brought you back here, we've been waiting for you to wake up."

Dean looked at the ground where he had been laying as he finally lowered his hands. He must have been dropped there, no wonder he ached so much. As he stared at the dirt he went over Rick's words in his head. He had been knocked out, so where was Sam?

"Where was I exactly?"

"In some old shack," Daryl answered. "Not quite a cabin, not quite a shed."

"Was the door locked?"

"Padlocked," Daryl agreed as he bit the skin around his thumb nail. "Had to break it to get in."

Good, Dean thought. Sam might have left for supplies, the locked door from the outside almost confirmed it. "Was there a car nearby anywhere?"

"Nope."

He felt some relief at Daryl's response. He had to hope that Sam had gone and taken the Impala with him. They had dealt with a lot of stuff, but this new wave was unlike anything they had ever faced. The thought of Sam being alone out there wasn't desirable at all, but it was a damn sight better than him being dead or one of those things.

"I'm not going to hurt any of you," Dean told Rick. "I just want my brother back and I want to keep him safe. He's the only family I've got left, at least that I know about."

Rick looked behind him and as Dean's eyes followed he realised for the first time that he was right outside of a prison. His eyes only drifted away when Rick looked back at him.

"I can't promise anything," Rick finally said to him. "It would be a family vote, but if everyone agrees then you can stay, but it's a trial until we know for sure that we can trust you."

"Sounds good to me," Dean agreed.

In all of his life Dean had never seen a prison like it. As they had headed back inside he was introduced to a woman named Michonne who loosely held onto the handle of the katana that was strapped to her back. Dean didn't doubt that she could slice him in two easily. As they walked closer to the prison he was then introduced to Maggie and Glenn. They seemed to be an item and normally Dean would have made some remark about it but they didn't look like they would find it at all funny.

When he got inside he was introduced to Tyreese and Sasha. From the way the man held himself when they were introduced, especially when Sasha was introduced, Dean could tell they were related, probably siblings. Any half decent sibling would show protection through body language when a stranger is introduced.

When they seemed to be caught up with everything Dean was then introduced to a man using crutches. Dean's stomach sunk when he realised the man was missing half of his leg. His name was Hershel and he was near two women. One, the eldest, was Carol and she was holding a baby in her arms, Judith. The younger woman standing near them was Beth, Hershel's youngest daughter.

"Youngest?" Dean asked, interrupting the introductions.

"Maggie is my other daughter," Hershel explained as he motioned behind Dean.

Dean looked behind him at Maggie. "Yeah, we met outside."

"Including my son Carl," Rick said, momentarily motioning over to a boy sat in the corner. "This is it. All of these people have to agree, then you can stay."

"What do I got to do?" Dean asked as he stood in such a way that allowed all of them to see him, but for him to see them too.

"What have you been doing since the world went to shit?" Daryl asked him.

"Surviving with my brother," Dean explained. "We were in Georgia when everything went down, we're from Kansas originally but we tend to just move around."

"How many people have you killed?" Rick questioned. "How many walkers?"

"Everything I've killed has deserved it," Dean answered, figuring it was best not to add to the horrors these people were experiencing. Most of them, if not all, had probably never faced half of the things Dean had. "I would never hurt or take an innocent life."

"Why?"

"It was the way I was raised," Dean said simply.

"What does everyone think?" Rick asked, now addressing the whole group.

Dean held his breath. He doubted these people would kill him, they would probably just make him leave. Dean could live with that that, but staying inside in reasonable warmth with the chance of food seemed like a much better option. Especially when he was weapon-less and without a clue of what had happened.

As the vote went around Dean tried to keep track of who was saying what. Not everyone spoke loud enough though so the vote was lost and when everyone had said their piece Dean had no idea whether or not the vote was in his favour.

"Full house," Rick announced, only serving to make Dean more nervous. "It looks like you're staying."

Dean let out the breath he had been holding and nodded his head softly. "So what happens now?"

"You live by our rules for a little while and if all goes well, you'll be able to roam free like the rest of us."

As Rick finished speaking Dean suddenly didn't feel so sure.

"Y'know this isn't necessary, right?"

Dean leaned against the cell door with his arms dangling through the bars. They had locked him in a little while ago. He had been voted to stay, but not to be trusted. He sort of understood. Hershel had levelled with him and told him about a man named The Governor. Dean only needed to hear a few details to understand why they weren't so quick to trust.

"It's nothing personal," Carol told him as she passed a cup of water through to him.

"I know," Dean agreed. "I'm just trying to save you all a lot of time."

She shook her head and laughed a little as he flashed her a smile. "The baby is Rick's, right?"

"Yeah," Carol confirmed as she glanced over to where Beth was walking in circles, slowly rocking Judith to sleep. "His wife, Carl and Judith's mother, died after the prison was swarmed with walkers."

"She get bit?" Dean asked as he too watched Beth with Judith.

"No, Maggie had to cut her open to get Judith out," Carol explained, her voice cracking ever so slightly. "She was going to bleed out so Carl shot her to stop her from turning."

Dean's stomach turned at the information. "Shit."

"Enough about us," Carol said, finally looking back at him after a few moments of silence. "What about you and your brother?"

"We have people we know out there somewhere," Dean admitted. "We just don't know where the hell they are. It's usually just the two of us anyway and the people we know know how to survive."

"I'm sorry you're not with your brother," Carol said sincerely. "I'm sure he's out there somewhere, I'm sure he's okay."

"If where they found me was locked from the outside and my car was gone then he should be," Dean explained. "At least I have to hope that means he's okay."

"It sounds promising," Carol agreed although Dean wasn't sure whether she was just saying that for his benefit or not.

Two Days Later

As lunch wound down Dean stepped into his cell and closed the doors. "Come on, locking up time."

He was smiling, but nobody laughed and nobody stepped forward to lock the cell door. "You can leave that open now."

Dean was in the middle of his trial but he wasn't about to question being able to walk around freely again. It meant he could really start to look for Sam. "I guess I gave you a really good impression."

He flashed a bigger smile, but again nobody laughed or smiled back. Rick stepped forward and rubbed the back of his head. "That's not why we're stopping locking you up."

Dean looked at everyone. "Then why did have you?"

"It's about Sam."

Dean had told them all about Sam. He even told them all about the Impala too. He mostly spoke to Carol and Beth because they were usually around his cell with Judith, but if anyone was around they usually heard and Dean didn't mind people sharing with the whole group if it meant they would trust him sooner. He had described Sam in as much detail as possible and Rick had promised they would keep an eye out for him when they were either on watch or out on runs.

"Did you find him?" Dean asked hopefully.

"We didn't find him," Rick said as he looked sideways at Daryl.

Dean was about to snap at one of them to tell him what the hell was going on when Daryl finally took a step forward. "We found your car."

R&R