A:N/ My two favorite things combined. There were too little crossovers, so I thought I'd write one myself. Anyways, I hope you guys like it and .

Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me, it belongs to Kripke and The Walking Dead to Frank Darabont.

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I drove the knife to the hilt into the zombies' skull and pulled it out with a sickening squelch. I turned towards the next, driving the knife into its eye socket, and pulled back. On defense. I cant give up, I can't afford to. It doesn't matter how tired I am and haven't slept since Dean and I were separated. It doesn't matter that I am starving and haven't eaten in days. Nothing matters. Nothing but finding Dean, and the herd of about 20 fuglies stopping me. But I cant. I've got to run, I can't kill this many, well not with a knife anyways. But I can't risk it, not with Dean's life possibly on the line. Ill keep looking for Dean, because I know for certain Dean is looking for me too. And I'll find him alive, because we've been through way too much to die because of a goddamn Deans a fighter. A hunter.

I took off running through the forest, the leaves crunching loudly beneath my mud soaked boots. The fuglies following at a slow speed. He was trained for these things, physically and mentally drilled into his head by his ex-marine father. He could do this. I ran, turning left and right, trying to lose the herd. I ran until he came unto a creek. I hid behind a tree as the herd kept on walking. I waited until there were no more of those fuglies insight, to rush to the creek and drink some water. I took my time washing the grime and blood of my face. I washed my blood-matted, mud-filled hair, wishing for the "girly" shampoos' Dean would always tease me about. I looked up, the water running down my face, and took in my surroundings. The very much alive forest, with its vibrant hues of red and orange. The crystal clear water of the creek. No one would've guessed that a zombie apocalypse had begun, not even a month ago. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it all.

I was lost in my thoughts, until I felt someone watching me, it was something like a sixth sense, its kept him alive many times . He looked around for the source of those eyes, until they locked on bright green eyes. Dean. In the blink of an eye, the man was in front of him, crossbow in hand, pointed directly at his head. Not Dean, he thought. I slowly slid my hand behind me, reaching for the knife I knew was there, just in case. I held it in my palm, feeling so much better knowing I could protect myself if needed be. The guy was stocky , short, and buff. He looked like he knew how to pick a fight, and he didn't want that so he made peace.I slid the blade in my pants, as the man looked intensely at me. He had a hard mask on, and a cold glint in his eyes as he assessed Sam, weighing his options. "Who are yew?" the man asked in a deep southern accent. "I could ask you the same thing, since you're so keen on holding a crossbow to my face", Sam answered. "Who are yew?" the man asked more gruffly. "I'm Sam" I answered, trying not to aggravate the man with the crossbow aimed at my head any further. "And what're yew doin out here by yerself?" the man asked, questioningly. "I'm looking for my brother. We got attacked by a herd, and we got split up. And no, I'm not bit" Sam answered truthfully. "Yer brotha, huh?" he asked suspiciously. "Yes. Have you seen him? He's short, about 6' 1. He has green eyes, and light brown hair" I informed him. "No I haven't seen yer brotha. We don't really see othas' round here. How long ya been out here by yerself?" he questioned. "I don't know, about two weeks?" Sam guessed.

"Yew must be tired? I know some friends, and we gotta camp set up in a prison nearby. We got food and shelter, and it's safe in there. Yew can come with if ya like?" the man offered. Sam thought about it, he really did. It was the offer of food, and maybe a few hours of rest that sounded real good right about now, but I know nothing of these people, or the man who "out of the goodness of his heart" offered to take me in. " Why should I go with you? I don't even know you", Sam stated. "Yew can either come with me or not. I ain't forcing you kid" the man muttered, a scowl forming on his face. "I can't. I won't stop looking for Dean" Sam stated, determined. The man's face softened. "Ma names Daryl. Know, I now ya want ta find yer brotha I understand, I really do. I'm lookin for ma brotha too, you know? But yew can't waste yerself away. Yew've gotta rest and eat somethin. Yew don't even have ta stay. Just eat. Ya look like yew can eat" he, Daryl said, as he walked into the wilderness.

I really wasn't sure about this. I mean it was a complete stranger. I think of myself as a very optimistic person, but this life... it changes you. Dean and I, were used to it. Living day to day hunting these things, anything really, but people... people can be scary sometimes. I needed to think this through. On one hand I could really use some food, and Daryl is right, I cant waste myself away before I find Dean. I need a few hours of sleep so I can think and then I'll... "Yew commin or not kid? Daylights wastin" Daryl called over his shoulder. Mind made up, I jogged up to Daryl. Man, for a short man, he could sure walk fast.

A:N/ Well that's the first chappie. I hope you guys like it, and review. Thanks.