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: The Atlanta gang meet Sam Winchester. Sam and Corwin discuss the disappearance of Dean and Cas. Sam learns the origins of Corwin's 'Cas' tattoo. Sam tells the Atlanta gang about the indescribable dynamic between Corwin and Dean and explains the discomfort around Maggie.

Chapter Six
The Sympathetic One

The decision to wait for all questions to be answered didn't need to be said. At first, Daryl had half-a-mind to question whether this guy really was Sam, but a calculating look from Corwin caused the tall, floppy-haired man to tug down the neckline of his shirt, revealing the same five-pointed star set in the center of a black sun. If Daryl wanted to question exactly how close Corwin was to her brothers, it was answered when Corwin gave a quick glance around the room before bringing her gaze back to Sam, cocking an eyebrow for full measure. Sam rubs the back of his neck before sighing, an odd gleam appearing in his eyes before Corwin nods curtly.

"Mind explain' what's goin' on?" Daryl spits out, having hated the silent conversation between the two.

Instead of being offended, or annoyed, with Daryl brash attitude, Sam nods, a sad smile forming on his lips, "I'm pretty sure now isn't the best time to answer questions. We should probably get out of here."

Sam speaks differently than Corwin; an educated, intelligent tone sparking his words, and Corwin nods in agreement, "Sounds like a plan, Sammy. First, we need to find a way pass the Walkers and then a way back to the group."

Sam's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his hazel eyes rounding on the smaller woman, "Group? As in people?"

Corwin waves at the look of disbelief, "Like ya said, this ain't the time, or place for the Spanish Inquisition. We're shacked up in a cabin about ten mile East of here. Ya got a ride?" Sam nods, earning a sigh of relief from Corwin, "Good. Now, how do we get out of here?"

"There's a fire escape along the left side of the complex," Sam states, Daryl watching the shift from brother to soldier in mere seconds, and the Georgian man realizes that maybe Corwin hadn't been lying entirely, "I only stopped to rest up after the drive. Car is right near the fire escape."

"Good, let's get the hell outta here before the group starts to panic and send out a search party."

Remaining silent, Daryl follows after the two siblings, watching as they move with silent footsteps and effortlessly through the maze of apartments. Toward the left side of the complex, Sam immediately took point as he shoved open the window and Daryl is surprised he actually manages to fit through the damn thing. Following the duo down, Daryl barely hears a soft, dying groan and a sickening squelching noise beneath his feet before he lands on solid ground. Turning around, he spies Sam wiping off the blade of an odd, serrated knife, similar to Corwin's. Leading the way to the car, Daryl's eyes immediately travels over the sleek, glossy black '67 Impala parked only a few paces away. Recognition flickers through Corwin's eyes, but the frown on her lips is foreboding even to Daryl, who tosses the bags into the large trunk space before sliding into the back seat.

A moment of awkward silence fills the car as it speeds out of town and it seems like Daryl isn't the only one to see the change in Corwin's disposition, "You better get it out now before we get back to this group of yours. I doubt they'd be able to handle one of your legendary freak outs."

"Dean never travels without Baby Girl," Daryl cocks an eyebrow at the name, figuring the Dean must be pretty damn attached to the car, "You have about one minute to explain."

"You remember what happened with Cas last year?" Sam asks, his tone obviously alluding to something beyond Daryl's understanding as the woman nods curtly, her stoic features never breaking, "Well, we managed to figure out what had caused him to go all...crazy like. The three of us went to handle the situation, but...something happened."

"They dead?" Corwin's mechanical tone causes Daryl to shift awkwardly, the tone foreign to his ears.

Sam shakes his head, "No. We were separated and...I haven't heard from either of them. You?" Corwin snorts, shaking her head, "The outbreak followed and I figured the two of them had each other," Daryl's eyebrow twitches, but Corwin seems to understand as her head bows, "So, I decided to look for you instead. Last I remember, you were in New Orleans. Figured you'd head East, because last time we were in Texas you bitched the whole time."

"Who ya' callin' a bitch, bitch," Corwin snaps quickly, earning a snort of amusement from Daryl and a wide grin from her brother. "I'd rather deal with the humidity then that dry heat shit. Hot and sticky rather than hot and thirsty."

Sam's eyes crinkles in disgust as both men in the car apparently earned the same mental image of the small woman hot and sticky, "Oh, shut up. You spent way too much time around Dean. So, Daryl, was it?" Daryl grunts in acknowledgment, "How'd you meet Corey?"

Daryl shifts at the brief, protective gleam in Sam's gaze. Daryl might be a scrappy son of a bitch, but Corwin's brother not only beat him in height, but the definition of muscles his flannel t-shirt is stretched across doesn't put him at ease. It doesn't help knowing the guy was more or less trained in combat.

"She saved m'life," Daryl grunts out, "I was injured while lookin' fer a member of our group who got lost in the woods. Was cornered by a couple o'Walkers and crazy ass woman came outta nowhere. Helped me back t'the farm and ended up shot."

"World's tearing at the seams, and you're still saving people?" Daryl opens his mouth to defend the woman, but seeing the pride in Sam's eyes causes him to shut his mouth when Corwin nods slowly, "Can't say I'm surprised."

"What about yourself, Sammy? Ya been on your own this whole time?" Corwin asks, her tone tinged with worry.

Sam shakes his head, eyes flashing with sorrow for a brief moment, "No. I was traveling with someone."

"A girl, I take it," the teasing tilt doesn't escape either of the men. "She turn?" Sam nods slowly, causing Corwin to click her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "Man, worst luck with women."

Instead of being offended, Sam only lets out a sigh of agreement and another nod, "What about you?"

"Oh, turn here!" Corwin orders and Daryl wonders if Sam catches the evasion of answering the question.

A small moment of silence fills the air as Sam turns down the graveled road, only to come to a stop behind the Chevelle. Daryl notices a shocked gleam flash through Sam's eyes when Corwin barely makes it out of the car before Sophia's small frame slams into her, sobs of relief muffled in the small woman's shirt. Daryl and Sam both slip out of the car just as the whole Atlanta gang exit the cabin, Glenn rushing up to them.

"Daryl! Thank God you're alive. Crazy woman inside was about to head back for you guys," Glenn states before he slowly begins to look up the entire length of Sam, "Jesus. Who the hell is this? This guy is practically a moose."

Daryl smirks when Corwin belts out a hearty laugh, obviously hearing Glenn, as Sam huffs, his own hands shoving into the pockets of his jacket, "This is Cor's brother, Sam. Apparently, he's been lookin' fer Cor."

Sophia lets out a childish squeal before launching herself at Sam, the tall man's eyes widening and immediately searching for his sister as the small child giggles, "Miss Cor's been really sad. She's been lookin' everywhere for all of ya. I-Is it just you?"

Sam offers the small girl a half-smile, "For now. I have no doubt Corey and I will-"

"Bloody hell, why is everyone standin' around? We have people to-"

Silence falls over the entire group as Sam immediately straightens to his full height as the curvy brunette freezes on the porch. Looking between the two, Daryl wonders over the narrowed eyebrows mirroring each other, frowns pulling on their lips as the expressions harden. The air nearly crackles with tension as Kerrigan and Sam seem to be caught in a mental stand-off, neither one backing down. Hell, Daryl's pretty damn sure they haven't even blinked.

Slap!

Corwin's hand connects with the back of Sam's head, "Y'all better stop with the visual daggers and death glares. We ain't got time for whatever issues y'all had." Corwin turns her attention to Kerrigan, giving her friend a pointed look, "Make sure ya keep your comments to yourself. I really don't wanna have to baby-sit both of ya." Kerrigan lets out a hiss of annoyance before heading back inside, the front door slamming with a loud bang. Corwin turns her sights on Rick, "Ya figure out where ya wanted your group to hole up for winter?"

"We want a place that will last. A place we can fortify and build a home out of," Rick says, his eyes glancing over at his pregnant wife, "You've been around, Miss Cor," Daryl hears the woman in question mutter about killing Sophia for getting Rick hooked on that name, the hunter smirking in amusement, "Any ideas on places we could hunker down?"

"Nope. I'm awful at thinking outside the box," Corwin states, Sam nodding in agreement, only to stop when his sister turns on him, "What about you, college-boy? You have any ideas?"

"I'd need a map. An idea of the area. It would probably only take a few hours at best after that," Sam responds, "We can get them to where they need to go safely and then start our search for the others."

Another silence falls over the group. Daryl can see the sorrow reflected in the eyes of half of the group, Carol and Sophia especially. He knew those two really wished Corwin would stay, but even Daryl could see Corwin's unfailing devotion to her family. Sam's words only solidifies what she told him at the store. 'We never leave one of our own behind.' Corwin's words ring through his head. How can someone be so loyal? Is that what real families are like? He wouldn't know. Merle would gladly drop him for a chance to get high or get laid. Corwin takes the moment to introduce her brother to everyone and unlike Corwin, Sam immediately took to conversing with members of the group. After watching her brother for a few moments, Corwin's eyes soften significantly before she slips away from the group and heads over to her car, moving to sit on the hood. Shifting his weight, Daryl is surprised when Corwin flashes him a pack of cigarettes in a silent offer for him to join her.

"Thanks," Daryl grunts out as he leans against the hood of her Chevelle. "Why ain't y'talkin' to yer brother?"

"Sam knows the conversation him and I are bound to have is a private affair," Corwin murmurs softly, her gaze trained on the tree line surrounding the cabin, "He's the type to get the trivial formalities of introductions out of the way before we get into serious conversations."

"So...yer really gonna leave?" Daryl asks.

It isn't that he wants her to stay, because he's pretty sure she isn't the type to have someone make decisions for her. It's not like he even knows her all that well. She's just a random woman that saved his life. And Sophia's. And brought hope back into Carol's eyes. And didn't take shit from anyone; Shane, Lori and Rick included. She really was just a random woman.

So why doesn't he like the idea of her taking off?

"Once y'all are established somewhere," Corwin answers gently, offering him a half-smile, "It wouldn't feel right just up and leavin' without the knowledge that y'all are safe in some manner."

"Y'know y'ain't got to protect us. We can do damn fine on our own."

Once again, his crude words receive an amused smile, "Maybe so, but I ain't doin' it for your benefit. I know y'all can protect yourselves. It's just...the type of person I am." Daryl opens his mouth to comment, but Corwin's eyes snap away from him causing him to glance over his shoulder. Seeing Sam's gargantuan form stalking over to them at a leisurely pace, Daryl slides off the hood of the car, "See ya later, Scowls-a-Lot."

Watching Daryl walk back toward the cabin, instantly going through the large duffle bags stuffed with weapons and ammo as he speaks with Rick, Corwin shakes her head as she feels her car shift with Sam's applied weight. For a moment, nothing is said between the two. She knows it won't last long. She's known her boys long enough that she can time just how long it takes. Dean is often quick to the point and demanding of answers. Sam often tries to ease into the conversation. Cas...well...Cas just understands, sometimes without the need for words. As if on cue, she feels Sam shift his weight around so he's facing her more than the woods.

"You remember Dick Roman?" Corwin's eyebrows crinkle for a brief moment before she is reminded of the fast-food chain of restaurants and the CEO she had seen on several news channels, "Well, Dick Roman was the Alpha for the Leviathan," Corwin swallows, her only experience with the Leviathan being in the form of her closest friend and surrogate brother, a familiar twinge tingling along her stomach at the memory, "In order to get rid of them, we had to...cut off the head of the Alpha with a specific bone-" Sam trails off at the blank look Corwin gives him and offers her a weakened smile, "Sorry. The three of us went to pay Dick a visit and...Cas had him pinned, Dean stabbed him and next thing I know, Roman blew up, and Dean and Cas were just...gone."

Biting down on her bottom lip, Corwin fights back the pain. They could be somewhere, anywhere. For all she knew, Cas could be mojo-less and Dean could be without protection. Curling into herself even more, her knees raising up to meet her own chest as her forehead settles on top of them, Corwin shakes her head in an attempt to ignore the lingering doubt.

"Any clues?" Corwin chokes out, unable to meet his gaze when he whispers 'no', "So...nothing indicating they're alive, but we'd know if they're dead. Well, I'd know."

"I wouldn't be surprised, what with Kerrigan at your side."

The tone in Sam's voice causes her to bristle in defense to her friend, "Shut it!" She snaps out with a quick hiss in her words, "Ri has not only saved my life more times than I can count, but she was the one thing keeping me from losin' hope of ever finding any of y'all," Sam's eyes widen in shock at Corwin's righteous anger, "You, Dean and Cas can think whatever the hell y'all want, but you tell me one time Kerrigan has done something to warrant hostility from me." The pregnant pause that follows causes Corwin to snort, "That's what I thought, idjit. Besides, I ain't say it was Kerrigan."

Seeing Sam's curiosity, Corwin sighs and pulls up her pant leg, revealing the Enochian symbol tattooed to her ankle, "Damn it, Corey! Where did you get that?"

Dropping her pant leg, Corwin shrugs, "Remember the brands carved into our ribs?" Sam winces instinctively at the memory of Cas carving those damn thing in, "Well, after crazy town, I headed back home with m'pops, figured I'd start doin' some digging of my own because...well...m'pops wasn't in the best state of mind at the time," Both of the surrogate siblings wince at the memory of Bobby's binge drinking and grumbling about being an invalid, "Well, Cas came to visit while you and Dean were taking care of that Pagan at the wax museum. He said, after everything that had happened, between Uriel and Zachariah, he wanted a way to find me."

"So the tattoo is?"

"His brand," Corwin answers lightly, "Similar to Dean's print, but Cas wasn't shoving my soul back into my body, or repairing it either. It's just the Enochian symbol marking his charge so to speak."

"Why you?" Sam asks, eyebrows narrowed, "Why did he brand you as his charge?"

"Because he and Dean already carry that 'profound bond' shit, and Cas knew that ninety-percent of the time, where ever Dean is, you aren't far behind. He knew I ended up in just as much trouble as you guys and half the time I'm in the company of Kerrigan, so..."

"So, he branded you as a charge so he would be able to sense if you were in danger and me and Dean were no where close to you," Sam completely, shaking his head in surprise and mild amusement at Cas, who once again went out of his way to keep an eye out for them, "So, you'd know if Cas is hurt because that symbol is branded by Grace?" Corwin nods, "So, they're alive, but unable to be reached?"

"Seems like it."

Before anything more can be said, Corwin feels an arm drape over her shoulder and her side is pulled flush against Sam's, his other arm moving to wrap around her, practically removing her from her seat as he embraces her tightly. Once more, words are left unsaid. Unnecessary. Unneeded in every fashion. The Winchester-Singer family were not talkers. The relief pouring out of Sam only solidifies the knowledge that he really is with her. Slowly, but surely, the tension along her shoulders fades and her eyes slide shut. Inhaling the familiar smell of blood, sweat, leather and an indiscernible scent that she's only ever to associate with Sam, Corwin feels the adrenaline and stark awareness fade to the back of her mind.

"Why d'you and yer sister keep starin' at half-round's woman like y'all seen a ghost er sumthin'?"

The question leaves Daryl's lips before he can stop them, earning a muffled laugh from Kerrigan as Sam shifts in discomfort at the curious stares, "Uh...it's not Maggie's fault, and it isn't a ghost we're seeing. My brother, Dean, and this girl, Bela, kinda ran circles around each other for a long time, but she kinda ran with the wrong kind of people and...she died," Daryl wonders just how many people these siblings lost before the outbreak. Sam nods gently in Maggie's direction, "You just look like her; thank God it's only the looks. Bela wasn't exactly the most amicable person."

Maggie's eyes grow relieved and somber at the same time, "Hopefully, whenever y'all find your brothers...Dean ain't gonna be a problem."

Sam snorts, "I won't lie and say he won't try to kill you, Bela didn't leave him with the best impression, but if there's one person Dean avoids trying to cross, it's Corey. Those two are both equally as stubborn. If I didn't know better, I'd say they're genetically twins. Where Dean is quick to react, once Corey hits that invisible ceiling she's a damn minx."

"They don't get along?" Carol asks, sharing a look with an equally confused group.

Sam snorts, shaking his head, "They do. Dean and Corey have a...strange dynamic. They can easily read each other without no hesitation, and the next day they can be at each other's throats about something," Kerrigan cackles once again, nodding her head, but Sam's eyes harden as he continues, "They have way too many shared experiences that sometimes Dean forgets Corey can handle herself and Corey tends to forget just how much Dean is willing to go through for family."

"Why's he afraid to cross her?" Rick asks, obviously feeling a sense of warning in Sam's words.

It's Kerrigan that answers, "The last time Dean crossed the line, Corwin went off-grid for six months. The only one that knew were she was had been Bobby and he wasn't about to start talkin'. When we managed to track her down and find her..." Kerrigan's gaze drops to the ground, "Well...let's just say it was far from pretty."

Sam swallows back the bile in his throat. Not at the memory. No. In fact, he doesn't remember most of the year following the Apocalypse-That-Never-Was. Glancing up toward the cabin, knowing his sister is asleep, Sam sighs, never having been so thankful to have been recognized in this crazy Walker-infested world. Having found at least one member of his family, the relief that fills Sam causes the tension along his shoulders to lighten significantly.

Author's Note: Alright...serious moment has concluded. Next chapter will be more light-hearted. It will be filled with Kerrigan and Sam bickering, maybe some Daryl and Corwin bonding, and Carl and Sophia watch as Sam and Corwin 'play' (which consists of Sam trying to tackle Corwin, while she dodges his attempts). Should some of the other members of the Atlanta gang join in? Who pins Corwin? (whoever pins Corwin gets it reversed!) Who do you think Sam should start to hook up with?

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