The sequel to Last of Them! Finally! I'm pretty excited for this one. I didn't expect to be writing a sequel for any of my stories, but here it is. It takes place during the third season of The Walking Dead and will follow through it. I'm not sure if I'm going to have Destiel in this or not. I do like the pairing, but I don't know. Let me know if any of you are interested it having it in here or not.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead or Supernatural.

Chapter 1

The air was slowly getting cooler and it was pretty obvious. Dean pulled his leather jacket tighter around his body as he stepped over the walker body. Freak crawled behind him, keeping close to his side. Dean stashed the Blade back on his belt and grabbed for metal pipe hanging from his waist when he spotted another walker. It stumbled down the stairs of the house he was planning on raiding. A rush of air escaped Dean's nose as he watched in muted amusement as the walker nearly fell, but somehow caught itself and was now ambling towards him, making the awful noise that they do. Dean felt Freak leave his side, probably to go find some other walkers, and left this one to Dean. Taking a few steps forwards, he swung the wooden gate open and let the walker lurch through.

The first hit of the steel pipe against the walker's neck made a sickening crack and Dean knew he broke something because its head lolled to the side, not that it noticed. The walker's blond hair that Dean could only assume was once beautiful now lay in tangled knots around its head, hiding the missing half of her face, but not well enough. The walker extended one arm out towards Dean, dirt covered fingers reaching for him. Gripping the pipe in one hand, Dean focused all his strength in bringing the pipe down hard on its arm. A bone (or maybe more) crumpled from the blow and the arm fell limply at the walker's side, not that it noticed. A rush of adrenaline surged through Dean and he easily side stepped the walker and brought the pipe hard against the undead's side. More bones cracked and it was like music to his ears. With one swift kick to the legs, the walker fell face first and it gave Dean the perfect opportunity to bring the pipe down on its head. Even though he heard the skull crack on the first blow, Dean ignored it and repeatedly brought the pipe down until the walker's head resembled ground beef. The same high ran through his body when he killed it as all the other times.

Dean looked over his shoulder and saw Cas had exited the house he had been searching through and was now staring at him. Although he was across the stree Dean could still see the worried and slightly disgusted look on Cas's face. He knew what the angel was thinking. Cas had expressed it many times over the last few months. He was worried about Dean. More specifically, the way he was acting. Dean knew he was different. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, but he didn't need anyone telling him. The logical part of his brain told him that it was because of the Mark he was like this, that using the Blade only made it worse. He knew that the last night on the farm broke his last resistance when he used the Blade, but he didn't care anymore. It was more tiring to resist the damned thing that to just accept it. And Dean was just too tired to deal with it anymore. So yeah, hate him for wanting it to be over. He knew Cas wanted to hate him, but couldn't. He also knew that the others from the group were starting to notice the change in him. Most of them had taken to avoiding him for the most part, all except Daryl. His friend had been the first to notice something was wrong and was the only one who didn't try to talk about it with him or avoid him. As much as he wanted to deny it, Dean was happy that one person didn't see him differently or act any differently around him.

Dean knew that he should be doing more to fight off the allure of the Mark, but fuck, it felt so good.

Dean turned away from Cas and headed up the stairs to the house. The door hung wide open from when the walker stumbled through it and Dean had to stop outside to take a quick look inside. There were no walkers in plain sight so he continued into the house. The floorboards squeaked beneath his feet and he crossed the threshold into the kitchen. The place looked surprisingly clean for being abandoned for at least a few months. Whatever family or people who had tried to hold out here were either long gone or dead (probably the latter). Dean shrugged off the backpack he was carrying around, which was already half full, and set it on the kitchen island. After a quick look through the cupboards and fridge, the quest only resulted in a few cans of fruit, baked beans, and a couple of bottles of water. This place looked like it was already picked through and Dean figured he wouldn't find much.

The rest of the house yielded little as well. There were no other walkers in the house, but there were the decayed remains of a few people, all of which were so old that the smell didn't even linger in the air anymore. What the house did fork up were a few changes of clothes, for both male and female, as well as what looked like clothes for a baby. Dean knew that they could all use more clothes seeing as to how they went through them surprisingly fast, and Rick's kid was going to need clothes for when it was born. Dean filled the rest of his backpack with the clothes.

Dean exited the house and found Cas waiting for him down the road, leaning casually against the car. Fixing his bag, Dean descended the creaky steps. He didn't miss the way Cas' eyes went to the bloody Blade at his hip as he walked passed him to get to the driver side of the car. Dean silently slid behind the wheel and Cas took his spot next to him. As soon as he started the car, Dean heard something land on top of the car and saw the clawed hand tap lightly on the windshield. Freak was back with them and ready to go.

"Dean," Cas said finally once they were on the road. Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was waiting for the angel to bring this up. "I'm concerned for your well being."

"I know you are. You've told me before. A lot," Dean said, keeping his eyes on the road. "Don't be, okay? I'm fine."

"I can see what the Blade and Mark are doing to you, Dean. Everyone can see the change in you, even if they do not know what it is," Cas said. Dean knew the angel did care for him, the concern in his voice making it painfully obvious, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"And what are you gonna do 'bout it, Cas? You're angel mojo is still shit, the only one who knows what the hell is happening is you, and you don't have any supplies so help. Face it: There's nothing you can do for me," Dean said, his voice clipped in anger. "So just drop it."

Thankfully, Cas did. The angel said no more and took to staring out his window instead of looking at Dean. Dean knew that he was getting frustrated, but Dean couldn't be happier. Maybe if he got Cas a little angrier then he would just leave him the hell alone. Dean contemplated this as he wiped one of his slightly bloody hands on the his pant leg. The back country road was empty, the main reason why Dean had chosen it to follow. The fact that it was paved was just a bonus. A lone walker was tripping across the road in front of them and turned when it heard the Impala. Dean swerved around it simply because he didn't want to deal with cleaning walker off of the car. He had better things to do when they got back to the others.

It was still light out by the time they got back to the house they had decided to hole up in for the night. Dean had helped the others clear it out before he and Cas left for the quick supply run and now it seemed like everyone had gotten inside. Dean parked the car next to the others and was out so fast he barely had time to grab the keys from the ignition. With the backpack over his shoulder and Cas close behind him, Dean climbed the stairs to the front door. The door was looked, Dean knew, so he did the series of knocks that everyone had decided on to let the others know it was them if they were out. It didn't take long for Rick to open the door and let them in.

"Didn't find much. Most of the houses around here had already been picked clean. I did find a few cans of food, some water, and clothes. I can't be the only one noticing the weather getting colder," Dean said as he passed the ex-cop and went to empty the pack on the ground in the living room, where everyone else seemed to have grouped. Lori noticed the baby clothes and sent Dean a thankful smile, but it quickly vanished when she was Freak crawl in behind him. Out of everyone in the group, Lori had taken the knowledge of Freak the worst. She didn't speak to Dean and hardly spoke to Daryl, not that either man cared.

After the farm, when they had found a safe place to spend the night, the topic of Freak had finally come up. Dean knew that everyone had seen the wendigo and figured it was useless to hide him anymore. So Dean and Daryl had explained to the others what had happened, from when Freak had tried to grab Daryl the first night to the night of the farm. Dean was left to explain and answer any questions about the wendigo when someone answered, since he still knew more about them than Daryl. And when the topic of if there was anything else out there came up, Dean immediately shut down. He simply told them that almost everything they've seen in movies or books or on TV, as well as everything they've thought couldn't exist did and them some. He also told them about the 'family business' when they asked why he knew so much, but he kept that vague as well. The last thing he wanted to do was make the already fragile group even more on edge and to the request of Cas, Dean said nothing about angels. The one currently sitting next to him didn't want to give the others false hopes. The only one who knew more was Daryl, and that was mostly because Dean had already told him a lot.

What did surprise the hunter was how well some of the group took the news he had told them and who had taken to Freak. Rick kept pressuring Dean to tell him more and he still does, but he was still wary around Freak. Lori upright hated the wendigo and made sure it kept as far away from her and Carl as possible, but the kid like him and would play with Freak when his mother wasn't around. The Greene's, as well as Glenn, was fine around the wendigo. Glenn liked to hear him mimic others voices. Carol and T-Dog mostly ignored Freak, but wouldn't go out of there way to avoid him. Dean was happy that they took to him so well.

"Well, anything helps," Rick said, coming in behind Dean. "Daryl shot an owl and you just saved us from eating dog food, so I'm sure everyone here appreciates it."

"Yeah, thanks. I really didn't want to eat that stuff," Carl said, tossing the unopened cans to the side so Dean could hand him what he found in the houses. Dean patted the top of the kid's head as he passed and sat down on the floor beside Daryl. Cas followed close behind him. Since the farm, Cas was welcomed into the group with warm arms, but he still kept close to Dean. Whenever he wasn't with him, the angel would be talking with the Greene's or Carol mostly, but Dean noticed that he still kept himself closed off to them, not that they seemed to notice.

Dean saw T-Dog quickly look out the window, grab his weapon, and jerk his head to the side. It was his way of letting them know there were walkers outside. The actions that followed were so ins-inc that if was obvious that they were rehearsed by experience. Everyone scrambled to grab their gear as quietly as possible. Dean shoved everything that he had dumped out back into the backpack, but he didn't move to grab the cans of food that he had handed Carl and were now on the floor. Throwing the pack over his shoulder and grabbing the other bag he brought in, Dean waited for a second for Cas to exit the house before he brought up the back. They went through the backdoor and into the overgrown yard. It was easy enough to round the house to get the cars, seeing how far the walkers still were from them. Dean tossed his bags into the backseat and quickly moved around the the front. Cas was already in the car by the time Dean was and Freak was secure in his spot on the roof. The car rumbled when Dean started it and he waited for the others to get in their cars as well. By the time the last car took off, the first walkers had gotten to where they had been.

They drove in to particular order, except that Daryl was always in front with his cycle and Daryl was always behind him. The road they were driving on was as deserted as the one Dean had been on previously and when they finally found a place to stop, there were no walkers. Daryl was always the one to decide when the stopped, since he was in the lead. So when Dean saw the cycle pull off to the side of the road, he steered his car to follow. The others stopped their cars in the middle of the road and began piling out. The car jolted as Freak jumped off and Dean slammed his door behind him. The movements that followed were just as smooth as those in the house. Carl jogged up to Rick and stood guard as Maggie, Hershel, and Glenn pulled out a map of the surrounding area and lay it flat on the hood of one of the cars. Dean took his spot at the side of the group, where he could look off the road for any walkers that wanted to come pay them a visit. He listened to the others with half interest.

"We got no place left to go," he heard Hershel say and he knew that wasn't good. After the farm, the measly group had traveled all over for a safe place to set up camp, but nothing worked. Whenever they found a place that they thought would work, something always happened. Once it was lack off food, then it was the fact that there were to close places to scavenge. After that it was another place's poor security. But most often it was the walkers. They seemed to follow the group everywhere they went and would ruin any safe place they found. With the weather slowly growing colder and Lori's due date creeping up on them, they needed to find a place and fast. Dean's mind traveled to the bunker, but he doubted they would be able to get there this late in the season and not with the supplies they had and a baby on the way.

"When this herd meets up with this one, we'll be cut off," Maggie said. After they had encountered a few herds, Daryl had suggested that they mark them on the map, so they knew where they were for future reference. As it turned out, that had been one hell of a smart plan. "We'll never make it south."

"What would you say? That was 'bout 150 head?" Daryl said, joining them and leaning against the car. Dean knew he could go join them as well, but he had no desire. He was much more comfortable where he was, leaning against his car with Cas next to him.

"That was last week. It could be twice that by now," Glenn said.

"This river could have delayed them. If we move fast, we might have a shot to tear tight through there," Hershel suggested. Dean's eyes followed Freak as he made his rounds around the group of cars. The wendigo always did this when they stopped. It seemed to make him feel better. Beth smiled down at Freak when he passed her.

"Yeah, but if this group joins with that one, they could spill out this way," T-Dog pointed out.

"The only thing to do is double back at 27 and swing towards Greenville," Rick said. Dean had no idea where Greenville was, but as long as it had someplace safe for them he didn't care.

"Yeah, we picked through that already. It's like we spent the winter going in circles," T-Dog said and that jogged his memory. Dean remembered Greenville. There wasn't much there when they got there and even less by the time they left. Dean heard Rick say where they were going next and decided it was time to join them. He did need to see the map to make sure he knew where they were going. After a quick look, Dean nodded in agreement to Rick's plan. The cop knew what he was doing and Dean trusted him to an extent.

Dean heard the others say that they were going to go to the creak before they headed out to fill up on water and Dean was right with them. His and Cas' own water was getting low and they needed to fill them up. No one knew when the next time they got a chance of water was. So Dean grabbed their few water bottles from the back of the car and followed the others. Cas stayed up by the cars, but Freak went with him. Dean was about to step off the road when Daryl calling his name stopped him.

"Hey, me and Rick are gonnna go huntin'. Yer coming with us," Daryl said, jerking his head in a signal for Dean to follow them. Dean sighed and passed the water bottles to Cas for him to fill up before following Daryl and Rick. They walked in silence, following the train tracks. So far there was nothing to see or, more importantly, to kill. As they got to a gap in the trees, Daryl said, "Well, that's a shame."

Dean followed his eyes and saw the prison. Other than the walkers, he was surprised at how good of shape the place seemed to be in. The fence looked intact and the watch towers were even still up. Most of the actual buildings themselves looked still structurally sound and not falling apart. Dean turned to look at Rick and saw the thoughtful expression on his face and knew that the cop was thinking the same thing he was. If they got the place clear of walkers, it would be perfect.

XxXxXxX

It didn't take much to convince the others that the prison was the best place for them. Everyone who could fight were perfectly fine with going to empty the place of walkers. So now there was Dean, watching Rick's back as he cut a hole in the fence. The others came with them, all keeping a close eye on Lori. Dean jammed the Blade into the head of a walker, completely emotionless as he did so. He ignored the disapproving look he got from Cas as the angel pulled his own blade from a walker.

Once the hole in the fence was big enough, everyone started to pile through one at a time. Cas went before Dean and Dean went through before Rich, who always insisted on being last in situations like this. As soon as Rick was through, Daryl and Glenn made quick work of tying the hole in the fence back up so no more walkers could follow them in. Walkers came at them from both sides but the fences kept them away as the group made their way down the pathway. No one bothered to kill any of the undead, in fear of slowing the group down. Dean noticed that all of the walkers inside the prison were wearing either guard uniforms or inmate uniforms, which meant that there shouldn't be anyone living in the prison, which was good. Dean hated dealing with the living more than the undead.

They stopped running when they got to the area where the door was to let them into the prison yard. Dean noticed that he and Cas were the only ones not breathing hard. Rick had dropped the bag of guns and was now staring at the prison. Dean head him say, "It's perfect. We can shut that gate, prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. We'll take the field by tonight."

"So how do we shut the gate?" Hershel asked. Dean looked at said gate and wondered the same thing.

"I'll do it. You guys cover me," Glenn said. Dean had to give it to the kid for having guts. It was one of the reasons why Dean liked him.

"No. It's a suicide run," Maggie disagreed.

"No. You, Maggie, Cas, and Beth draw as many other there as you can. Pop 'em through the fence," Rick said. "Daryl, go back to the other tower. Carol, you've become a pretty good shot. Take your time. We don't have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. Dean, you're fast. You're going to run for the gate with me."

Dean nodded and dropped his bag of weapons on the ground. Everyone else scrambled to get to their spots and Dean pulled out a gun from his bag, knowing that he might need it. Even more walkers were being drawn to the fence, which made his and Rick's job somewhat easier. Dean stood and secured the pistol in the back of his waist and watched Rick throw his own rifle across his back and grab the chain and lock that Glenn held out to him. The ones in charge of drawing the walkers away began their job and it was working. The walkers were going towards them instead of blocking Rick and Dean's way into the field. Dean stood behind Rick, ready to run when Lori opened the fence door. With a simple nod from Rick, the door was open.

Dean had the Blade in front of him, his arm tense and ready to move if he needed. Since he didn't have a silencer for his gun, Dean would have to rely on the Blade to protect him and Rick. He followed closely behind Rick as they rounded the tipped bus. As soon as they were around the bus, the broke out into a sprint. The actual pathway to the gate was clear and Rick shot the walkers that got to close to them. A walker that had gotten too close to Rick and too far from Dean to kill was taken out by an arrow to the head and he knew it was Daryl they had to thank. The Mark on his arm burned in anticipation and the need to kill all the walkers around them rose in Dean, but he had to push the feeling down. Right now he had to concentrate on sticking close to Rick.

The two men picked up their speed in the last stretch towards the gate and Rick nearly ran into it when they got there. Dean turned his back to his friend and stabbed a walker that had gotten too close to them. He could hear Rick close and lock the gate, as well as the walkers on the other side pounding on it. Dean stabbed another walker and finally had a little breathing room with Rick shooting to take in their surroundings. The sounds of the gate and the shots drew the walkers towards them and that was never good.

"Rick!" Dean said, throwing open the door to the guard tower next to them. Rick knew what Dean meant and shot the couple of walkers inside before throwing himself in and yanking Dean in behind him. They managed to get the door shut right as the walkers got to them. The men ran up the stairs and burst through on top of the tower. Rick pulled his rifle from his back and aimed to shot. Dean put the Blade back where it belonged and reached for his pistol. Together with the rest of the group, the walkers began falling one at a time. Dean could feel satisfactory rise in him, but it wasn't because of the Mark. It felt good to finally do something good with a group of people again. It was nice to do something that actually helped people again.

It was amazing to just help again.

Once the last walker fell, Dean lowered his gun. Rick exited the tower first and Dean slowly followed him. The men waited by the tower and watched as the others ran in the grass. Dean could practically feel how happy they were. With a quick look at Rick, he saw the man was smiling and knew that he was too. When Cas walked up to Dean, the angel was smiling.

"You look happy Dean," Cas pointed out and Dean laughed. Not one of the fack laughs he's been doing for the everyone else lately, but a real, genuine Dean laugh.

"Yeah, if felt good. Not cause of the Mark, but cause I was helping again," Dean said, his face beginning to hurt from the smile. "It reminded me of the old times. Before everything and I mean everything."

Cas nodded and watched the other happy ones around them with Dean.

XxXxXxX

When night had fallen, a fire was built in the yard. Everyone, minus Daryl who was on watch, was crowded around it. The happy feelings from earlier were still lingering around and Dean didn't mind it. The only thing that put a damper on the mood was the walkers on the other side of the fence. No one liked the idea of sleeping with them there, but the didn't have a choice. At least they were safer than before. Dean silently listened to the others talk, mostly about what they wanted to do with the prison, about Rick, and the baby. Dean didn't miss Carol leave to give food to Daryl and he smiled a little. Turning his attention back to the other fence, Dean caught a glimpse of Rick walking around it, Freak at his feet.

With a sigh, Dean leaned back and got comfy on his sleeping bag. When Beth began to sing, that was when Dean knew. This place was good, too good. Nothing this good lasted, ever, and Dean was ready for it when it all came crashing down around them.

The first chapter of the sequel is finished! I'm really excited for them and I hope everyone else is!