Dean came across a farm surrounded by a large metal fence. He could make out the sound of voices coming from the house and an old RV; he shook the gate loudly to attract attention. Before he knew it there were a huge group of people holding shotguns to his face, they must've seen the blood that covered most of his body. One man stepped forward and Dean noticed he was wearing a sheriff's badge. He looked Dean over before asking the question Dean really didn't want to answer, a question that he didn't want to admit the answer for. "Whose blood is that?" Dean looked up to face him and Rick looked surprised to see a tear spill down the cheek of such a tough looking guy. Dean swallowed and his throat felt like sand as he answered "My brothers."
Shane leapt forward when he heard the man answer "Did you kill him?" he asked accusingly. This made Dean look up furiously "Don't you dare blame me for his death. Don't you dare" he said trying to hold back his anger. Glenn stepped forward and put his gun down followed by Andrea "Was it walkers?" Dean nodded "If you mean the walking dead, then yes." Rick sighed sadly while Glenn answered "I'm sorry man" but Dean just nodded and broke down on the other side of the gate. Andrea stepped forward and slid the key into the lock before crouching in front of him slowly "What happened?" Dean looked up distraught "We were just talking when he screamed at me to run, one had got him from behind and was trying to bite him" She nodded "I managed to get it away from him. It was dressed in a wedding dress and Sam joked saying that I always did have a way with the ladies." Daryl chuckled sadly as did many others. Dean had smiled as he spoke and they could see how much he cared for Sam; his smile suddenly faded and he was overcome by grief again "I smacked him on the back of the head and turned away before hearing him scream" Dean sighed "A walker had stepped forward and ripped his stomach open." The women were crying and the men studied Dean carefully placing their weapons away "I killed it and Sam fell into my arms, he tried to speak but nothing came out except blood. I held his hand as he bled to death in my lap and I hugged him and told him it would be ok, that I'd get help" Dean was crying uncontrollably right now, his voice breaking. "He just smiled sadly and made me promise to stay safe. He was trying to comfort me when he was the one with his stomach ripped to shreds. And then he looked me in the eyes and told me to shoot him as he stopped breathing and I just cried and hugged my baby brother to my chest telling him to hold on, that I'd find some help, that I'd make it all better" more and more tears poured from his cheek "then his eyes opened but they were misty and grey and I shot him and buried him in some weak soil; as deep as I could" Carl stepped forward and placed his hand on Deans shoulder "What's your name?" he asked kindly. Dean looked up "Dean, Dean Winchester." Lori spoke up "You can stay here for a while if you want" Dean smiled at her before looking around at every one "Is that ok with all of you?" he asked cautiously. Dale nodded "Of course it is son."