Walkers, Demons and Angels, Oh My

Summary:

Corwin Singer only had three things to do:

Step One, find her surrogate brothers.

Step Two, figure out what the hell is making the dead become the Undead and stop it.

Step Three, take a damn vacation.

After she somehow gets this damn kid back to her mama, of course. Now if only the group of misfits would let her be.

Author's Note:

This is a Walking Dead/Supernatural crossover. Really, these are the only shows I watch regularly and I find myself wanting to see how this story progresses. I do not own anything other than the plot to this story and my original characters; Corwin and Kerrigan. This is set during Season Two/Three-TWD and an AU after Season Seven-SPN. Corwin and Kerrigan both are connected to the SPN world, and are friends, despite the major underlying concern about their friendship (that's for future chapters). I promise, we will see familiar faces in future chapters.

Chapter Summary: Carol, Andrea and Corwin talk about family. The farm is invaded by a horde of Walkers and Corwin's trapped on the roof. The arrival of a 1970 Chevy Chevelle brings more than just a rescue. The plot thickens when Rick explains the truth about the virus.

Chapter Four
My Little Sunshine

Corwin tries not to bring attention to Andrea's tearful eyes as she speaks of her sister, Amy. Listening as the blonde woman talks about her charismatic, kind-of-heart sister and how she feels as though she can't cope without her. Corwin knows the feeling. Losing Dean, and then Sam, and the Cas, and after seemingly just getting them back, she's lost them again. She misses Dean's infectious grin. She misses Sam and his bitch-face. She misses Cas and his lack of knowledge to pop-culture references. She misses her dad and him cursing each and every faction in the Occult world. Listening to Andrea talk, she ponders over something. Almost like she's missing something. Something important.

"What about you, Corey?" Carol asks as she hangs up another shirt, clipping the clothes pins on the shoulders of the sleeves. "Tell us about your family."

Corwin pauses in her thoughts, wondering what story she should tell. There are plenty of course. Plenty of stories. She doubts they're appropriate. They'd probably think she's crazy; which for the most part, the assessment isn't that far off.

"Well, my brothers aren't blood-related," Corwin states, tapping her chest where her 'Team Free Will' tattoo resides, "M'Pops was a strong believer in family ain't all about blood. Sometimes, you gotta take your family where ya can get 'em." Rolling up the sleeve of Sam's flannel, she shows the two women her tattoo, "Karen was my mom. Lost her when I was just a kid. Bobby, that's m'Pops. Lost him a couple of months before the outbreak." She ignores the small gasps of sympathy from the women, "Mary and John are the parents of my brothers, Dean and Sam. Mary died when Dean was four and Sam was six months. A house fire," Corwin catches sight of Carol's hand moving to rest over her lips as her eyes shimmer with tears, "Their dad died a couple of years ago after a horrible car accident. M'Pops kinda took 'em both in, helped them cope."

"What about the others?" Andrea asks softly, reading over the names.

Corwin smiles softly, "William, Ellen and Joanna were family friends. William died when Jo was just a little girl. Ellen was a good woman, stern as hell and kind of like a surrogate mother to us. Ellen and Jo died a few years ago in a gas explosion." Her finger traces over the name Rufus, "Rufus was a friend of m'Pops. Good man. He was military bred. A few years ago, a town went kinda crazy," Corwin taps the side of her head, "Apparently, the water supply had been filled with a hallucinogenic that forced the town to start seeing shit. Saved the town, but...he died in the aftermath."

"Who's Trick?" Carol asks.

"Trickster was a dick," Corwin retorts curtly, earning a surprised glance from both women, but the dark-haired woman cracks a smirk, eyes playful, "His name was Gabriel, but I always called him Trick. He was a pain in the ass. Always pulling pranks and up to no good. He usually targeted people that did wrong. He was caught in a family feud between his two brothers and..." Corwin frowns, having actually been the only one that liked Trickster, "It ended bad for him."

"And Ben?"

Corwin swallows, her heart heavy with the memory of the small boy, "Ben was my Godson. He's alive, for all I know. Dean and his mom dated and lived together for about a year. There...was an accident, him and Lisa lost their memories. Dean and I were really devastated."

"Jesus," Andrea murmurs, "Were there any good times?"

Corwin lets out a watery laugh, nodding her head, "Yeah. Gabriel's younger brother, Cas, we kinda took in during the family feud. When Dean found out he was a virgin, we ended up taking him to a strip club," Both women let out a laugh, but Corwin shakes her head, signaling that it wasn't the end of her story, "Dean ended up giving Cas money for a...private dance. Poor guy was so damn awkward. Next thing Dean and I know, we hear a scream and find out that Cas had told the stripper that it wasn't her fault her father left. We ended up having to flee the scene before security got a hold of us."

By the time her story was done, Corwin can't help but smile at the sight of the two women outright laughing, Carol with a hand pressed against her lips while Andrea holds her stomach. Maybe she wasn't bad with people after all. These people seemed like good people, honest people. People worth saving.

"That's nothing. When we first met Trick, he was pulling pranks at a college. He targeted this Senior that was known for hazing Freshmen. When we went to talk to the kid, he said he had been abducted by aliens," Both women snort, and Corwin grins widely, "He told us about being probed over, and over, and over, and over," Seeing both women trying to contain their laughter, Corwin lets out a small giggle, "The best punch line was when he said the alien forced him to slow dance." As Andrea and Carol fall apart again, Corwin swallows back the bittersweet memories, "Dean and I were laughing about it for days."

"You and your brothers sound like a blast," Andrea cackles out.

Corwin bows her head, trying to hide the bitter smile on her face, "You have no idea."

"What did you do in your spare time?" Carol asks, obviously picking up on Corwin's change in demeanor.

"There's a reason why I translate old text books," Corwin comments lightly, her finger absentmindedly playing with the amulet around her neck, "I enjoy reading. It...helps me escape from reality."

"My daughter used to read all the time," Carol murmurs gently, earning a surprised glance from Andrea, "She would always read books far past her grade level." Corwin tilts her head gently, wondering why she seems so sad, "My daughter was separated from us a few days ago. Got scared when we came across a herd of Walkers and took off into the woods."

Corwin's jaw drops, eyes growing wide as she stares at her own hands. There's no way. Her luck is never that easy. Looking up at the sorrowful face, Corwin's lips part. She has to tell them. She needs to get the kid back to her family. She needs to get back to her own.

"Carol-"

A piercing scream echoes through the air, cutting her off. Looking over toward the yell, she sees Rick shouting about a horde of Walkers and that they need to go. Jumping up from her position, Corwin figures her news can wait as she dashes toward the weapon stash.

When the horde hit, Daryl had never seen someone move so quick and effortlessly. Corwin didn't hesitate in snatching up a rifle, hooking it over her shoulder before she shimmied up the side of the house like a damn spider monkey. The pop of rounds echoes in the air as Daryl shifts into fight mode, his crossbow over his shoulder as he begins shooting off rounds with his own rifle. Hearing Rick call for everyone to get to their vehicles and get out, Daryl races toward his motorcycle, snatching up as much of his things as possible before mounting his ride. Seeing Carol stranded, Daryl clenches his jaw as he aims for her, his crossbow at the ready as he takes off toward the housewife.

From her dangerous perch on the roof, Corwin lines up her sights as she carefully and quickly takes down a series of Walkers, never more than one bullet used for each creature. She can feel the house shudder as Walkers begin tearing at the house, most likely in an attempt to get at the people inside and herself. She knows Walkers can't climb, but with as many as they have, it won't be too much longer before the farm house caves in from broken support beams. Screams fills the air and she swallows back her fear and worry for these humans. She may not like people, but as far as people go, they're not bad. As the kickback from the gunfire agitates her injury, the stitches tearing with the aggression of her movements and turns, she bites down on the inside of her cheek when she realizes she's out of ammo.

"Balls," she huffs out, peering over the edge for any kind of ground to land on. Seeing the seemingly endless amount of Walkers down below, she tenses when she realize there's no way down without fighting. "Well, if I go down, I go down fightin', right boys?"

Straightening her stance, she presses the pads of her fingers to her lips before raising them toward the sky, 'Love you, boys.' As the mental prayer filters through her mind, she smirks when a series of cries sounds over a familiar low rumble. Seeing the sleek black, Chevelle heading straight for her, she ignores the several shouts from this group as she takes in the tail end of the car turning sharply, plowing over the several Walkers down below. Hearing the loud, impatient honk, Corwin apologizes mentally to her car before leaping off the roof, only to land on top of the car. Slapping her palm on the roof of the car, she kneels down low as the engine lets out a roar, tires spinning and kicking up dirt and rocks without a care. Unfortunately, the sharp turn at the end of the driveway sends her flying off the roof of the car, her body hitting pavement. Scrambling to her feet, Corwin doesn't hesitate in whipping the passenger side door open and leaping into the car.

"Go!" she commands, slamming the door shut.

"Where we headin', luv?" Kerrigan asks from the driver's seat.

Corwin doesn't waste any time in pointing to the group speeding out of the driveway, "Follow them. I wanna make sure they're good before we head back. Where's the kid?"

"Back at the cabin. Told her I was goin' to check for your sorry arse," Corwin's eyebrow twitches at the idea of leaving the kid alone, "Don't worry, luv. Gave her a means to protect herself and double checked the wards. They're good for twenty-four hours."

"These things are growing in number," Corwin murmurs, her gaze turning to her friend, "Any ideas on what this shit might be?"

"To be honest, I haven't heard shit from my Da. From what I can tell, it causes average people to turn into these things. The infection breaks down a person's soul until there isn't any left. Kinda like Vamps, except this infection spreads quickly," Corwin sighs at the explanation, "Our best bet is figure out where it came from. We figure that out and we'll have a better chance at stopping it."

Seeing the other vehicles come to a stop, Kerrigan shares a glance with her friend before bringing the car to a grinding halt, "Well...let's go meet these survivors, aye?"

At the sight of the black Chevelle pulling to a stop a few paces away from the group, Daryl tenses as both doors open, two boot-clad feet stepping out onto the pavement. A brief flash of relief fills him as Corwin's head pops up from the passenger side of the car, but the appearance of the brunette is not what he was expecting. How had she known to come to the farm? Corwin hadn't left and she said she didn't have anyone waiting for her. As the brunette says something, the distance too far to hear properly, the returning grin from Corwin causes him to realize she had been lying.

"Who the hell is this?"

Corwin looks over the entire group, relief flashing through her blue-grey eyes before settling her attention on Rick and Daryl, her hand motioning to her companion, "This is Kerrigan. She's a friend of mine."

"Thought y'didn't have people waitin' for ya?" Daryl sneers, never having been a fan of being lied to.

Corwin bobs her head slowly, "Wasn't really sure if your group could be trusted. No offense, but like I said, I've never been good with people."

Daryl tenses as the woman steps forward one pace, raising her hands, "Look, boy-o," the thick accent causes everyone in the group to perk up, "Cor just happens to have a habit of putting the needs of others before her own," Her ruby lips tug into a smirk as her eyes slide to Corwin, who jams her hands into the pockets of her jacket and rolls her eyes, "A particularly bad habit she picked up from her brother. She was probably waiting to see if the lot of ya could be trusted. The world's gone to shit and people don't follow the same moral code as they used to."

"Look," Rick cuts in, "There's something I need to tell everyone. Something Dr. Jenner told me before we left the CDC."

Daryl fights back the shock at hearing the news. Everyone is infected. It doesn't matter. If a person dies, they turn. Turning his gaze on the group, he notices Corwin's eyes darken thoughtfully as her friend whispers to her, the ebony-haired woman's hands clenched into fists. Why is she angry? Corwin's gaze travels toward the dimming sky, the familiar gesture from the other night. Is she praying? Corwin turns to her friend, her voice too low to hear, but whatever she says causes her friend's eyes to widen and a broad smile to form on her lips.

"What did I tell ya'? Their luck is rubbin' off on ye, luv," Kerrigan comments, ruffling her friend's hair playfully.

Corwin nods, her eyes turning to the group, "Listen. It's getting dark and we can't stay out here without any shelter. Kerrigan and I managed to find a cabin not far from here. It's not big, but there's a fireplace and a generator with running water. We only use the power to run the water pump for showers and for the stove so we can cook." Daryl feels his eyes pop open in surprise, the silence deafening, as Corwin bows her head, "It isn't much, but after y'all were kind enough to extend help, I feel as though I should only return the gesture."

"How protected is it?" Rick asks.

Corwin and Kerrigan flash equally curious grins as the brunette chuckles, "Believe me. For the time being, it's safer than anywhere else. Well hidden and out of the way. Used to belong to a family of four, so there are four bedrooms. Cor and I tend to sleep in the living room, so the lot of ye' can sleep where ye wish."

Corwin nudges her friend, flashing the car keys at the brunette who glares, "Let's get back. Not really comfortable leaving Little Sugar alone. Y'all are free to follow us."

Watching Corwin slip into the driver seat, Daryl cocks an eyebrow as AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' fills the night air in a soft volume, Kerrigan shaking her head, "Oh no. I'm not listening to your shit."

"Driver picks the music, shot gun shuts their cake hole!" Corwin retorts before slamming the door shut.

Kerrigan shakes her head once more, groaning, "Bloody woman is goin' to be the death of me," Glancing back at the group, Kerrigan winks playfully, "Well, come on, then. We don't have all day, ye know."

Taking lead from Rick, who nods slowly, Darly mounts his bike as Carol takes his offered ride. Following after the long trail of cars, the Chevelle speeding down the road without restraint. Damn woman is definitely strange. Turning down a graveled road, pushing them deeper into the woods, Daryl spots the Chevelle skidding to a stop and Corwin hopping out. The ebony-haired woman barely gets a chance to climb the steps of the ram-shackled cabin before a small figure slams into her torso, wiry arms wrapping around the woman's waist.

"Careful, Sugar. We've got company. Y'might want to say hello."

Every member of the group freezes when Corwin steps off to the side, Daryl's heart stopping at the sight of chin-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes staring at them in shock.

"Sophia?"

"Mama!"

The small girl wastes no time in launching herself at Carol, who drops to her knees, her arms sweeping Sophia into a tight, relieved hug. Swallowing thickly, Daryl manages to bring his gaze away from the reunion to see Corwin watching with saddened eyes, Kerrigan once again murmuring something too low for him to hear. Corwin shakes her head and turns, disappearing into the house.

Who the hell was this woman?

Finger-less gloved hands splash a handful of water to the dirty face, Corwin's blue-grey eyes lifting to stare at her reflection. Dropping her hands, that immediately clamp around the edge of the sink, Corwin fights off the shakes traveling along her body. All the luck in the world. All the damn luck and none of it matters. Everyone's infected. Her brothers are gone. And of all the luck, she found the kid's mom.

All the luck and none of it works in her own favor.

Cursing the Winchester-Singer curse, Corwin's frustration grows, the tension coiling in her chest. Without a second thought, her right fist slams into the mirror, shattering the reflective glass. The last thing she needs to see is her own selfishness. She should be happy and proud. She did some good in this decrepit world. She should be proud. She should be happy.

But she's not.

'Where are you boys?'

Wiping the tear from her cheek, she shoves her emotions down, bottling them up for another time. Straightening up, she turns and exits the bathroom. Damn does she need a smoke. Clomping down the staircase, she digs through her jacket pocket, her body tensing when a pair of arms wrap around her the moment her feet hit the bottom level of the house.

"I can never repay you enough. Y-you are a fucking angel," Carol sobs.

Corwin's eyes widen, looking over all of the faces staring at her. She tries not to notice Daryl's confusion when she seeks out Kerrigan's gaze, wondering what she should do. She knows he is watching when Kerrigan pantomimes hugging. Swallowing back the odd sensation, Corwin carefully wraps her arms around the sobbing woman, patting her back gently.

"Y-you beautiful creature you," Carol sobs, wiping her own eyes as she pulls back from the hug, Corwin's eyes widening when those same hands cup both sides of her face, "I may not believe in much, but you are a blessing in disguise. How can I ever thank you?"

Corwin fights back the tension, the feel of someone touching her face (aside from her brothers) and she carefully tugs Carol's hands from her face, shaking her head, "I told y'all once. I don't need a thank you. I saved Sugar because I could. Truth be honest, y'all ain't got anything I want."

A gleam of sympathetic understanding flashes through Carol's eyes and Corwin offers her a half-smile before stepping back, "I...I'll be back in a bit."

As the door front door shuts behind Corwin, all eyes turn on Kerrigan, who shrugs, "She's not really good with people. Outside of those brothers of hers, she doesn't do much touching. Brings back too many bad memories."

"She abused?"

Daryl's question causes a darkness to shift in Kerrigan's eyes, the woman's brown eyes darkening so much, that for a split second they appear black, but when Daryl blinks, her brown eyes are as soft and somber as before, "Not by her family. She's been in a few...situations that's left her pretty beat up. Hard to trust strangers when strangers have done nothing but try to hurt ye."

Daryl drops his gaze. Like he said before, who the hell is this woman?

Author's Note: Yay! Family reunion! I tried to make it realistic. Corwin is cautious (Hello! Bobby's daughter and that man was paranoid of everything, within reason of course) and she wasn't about to spout off about Kerrigan and Sophia to a group she knows nothing about. I'm trying to establish the point that Corwin is rarely comfortable around people (like Dean isn't comfortable with chick-flick moments). She's got a whole mess of trouble from her past, as does every SPN character. Once again, her explanations are slightly different from the reality of her past because she can't go around spouting off about demons, ghosts and shit. This is the point where Daryl starts wondering what kind of life she lived, with how much she's been through, he's going to start noticing small things.

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Next Chapter: Corwin, Kerrigan, Daryl and Glenn go on a run for supplies while the group tries to figure out where to hole up for the coming Winter months.