This is a TWD and SPN crossover :)

"You sure that is such a good idea? I mean, last time we went back in time it almost drained you on power. And if this demon is a though as we think it is…" Sam trailed of while glancing at Dean. They were in a Disco themed motel room deep in Georgia, hunting a demon that was supposed to be rather powerful.

"Sam's right Cass. If you end up as bad as last time we're gonna be screwed." Dean and Sam watched as Cass worked on a spell by the table, doing exactly what he had been doing for the past 3 hours: reading from a recipe in another ancient language, disappear for a minute, before coming back with some weird plants, bones, or what not. Dean and Sam had tried to get his attention, but gave up about 2 hours ago when they'd been completely ignored.

Dean sighed "I'm gonna go and have a look around" and grabbed his phone and jacket before heading out from the room.

This was just what he needed. The cool air felt good against his body and it suddenly felt easier to breath as his thought went to the demon. Their sources (mostly demons last words) had told them that it was around 500 years old and was sent to hell by the angels, but had accidently been summoned back to earth by some hardcore devil worshipers. Plus some help from a demon. But of all the fifty years it's been walking around, it wasn't until the last two that it decided to start killing people. The pattern between the victims was kind of weird: all the victims was men in their late 30's with a background in Georgia, and had a half-brother. Dean and Sam had never before seen something like this. You could say the same with the way the victims were found: all limbs was still attached, except for the middle finger, but their bodies looked like they'd been wiped with a leather belt. There were also various cigarette and cigar burns all over the bodies and it looked like the face's had been beaten to a black and purple swollen mess. It looked like an assault, except for the fact that it had escalated over the last couple of weeks and there was the bitter smell of sulfur. And if that wasn't enough proof, the EMF detector had gone batshit crazy at every crime scene. No matter how powerful this demon was, it sure as hell wasn't good at covering up its tracks. The only thing that they'd gotten out from Cass was some mumbling about time traveling. He had followed to one of the scenes and the minute he saw the body, he had gone back to the room and had been working on the spell ever since.

Dean cleared his head from those thoughts and tried to focus on the task in hand: Alcohol. He needed a drink, badly, and decided to go to the bar down the road from the motel. He was just about to open the door when it flew open and a big guy with a square face and light hair stumbled right in to Dean, causing him to fly a good two feet back.

"Hey! Ye better watch where yer goin' there, boy." The man slurred. He was obviously drunk, and it looked like he could fall over any second where he stood looking down at Dean who was brushing the dirt of his hands after the fall. Dean was about to respond, but another voice was faster.

"Come on Merle! Move yer lazy ass! Ain't got all damn night!" The man, Merle, laughed a drunken laughter before turning to the voice. Dean followed his gaze and saw a man standing by a blue pickup a hundred meters away.

"I'm on my way, baby brotha'" Merle answered before heading to the truck on unsteady legs and climbing in. Dean got up, slightly pissed at Merle, and before the man could follow his brother into the truck Dean shouted "Put a leash on the son of a bitch!" The man flipped him the finger, only, there was no finger to be flipped except for a small stump. The man missed his middle finger. Dean decided to ignore it as he watched the car drive away and went into the bar to get his drink.

Ok, so I'm completely new to this, I'm 14 and I'm Swedish. This is my first fanfic, so I'm sorry for bad grammar, spelling, etc, yeah you get it…

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