AN: hey, I'm sorry it took so long to update. To the anon who was a little angry about that all I can say is sometimes in the midst of a story I get some writers block. I always try to work through it though. Not saying I'm. Back on track with this story - but I'm trying. More than anything I hate leaving works unfinished. Let me know what you think :)

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Chapter 10

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"Your group, do they know, who you are,... about supernatural beings?"

Daryl watched as Carol moved fluidly around the small cabin the next day. There was an ease, a grace to her movements, she seemed to flow like water, every movement flowing towards the next. Seamlessly; she was graceful, beautiful.

He sat enthralled at the table, as she made breakfast. Watching fascinated by the way the sun was reflecting off her hair. It seemed to reflect light like crystal, silvery strands flowed with blues, and pinks, and purple hues, and it swirled around her as she moved.

Watching her body, was causing flashes of moments from the previous night to fly through his mind. He'd explored her body at length. He hoped to do so again soon.

"You will"

She was behind him suddenly murmuring to him, her hands massaging his shoulders softly, then threading her fingers through his hair. He didn't flinch at her touch, he revelled in it.

"Let me guess...you can read minds too." He muttered as he tried to control his dick. Fucking traitor was getting way too excited by her hands on him.

"Yes...is that a problem?" She whispered, running her lips along his neck. She chuckled when shook his head no.

"So...do they know?" She asked again

Daryl had often suspected that the group had certain suspicions about him, but he'd never come out and told them outright about sups, hunting, nothing. They were overwhelmed by the state of the world, survival was the priority. He didn't want to lay the prospect of vampires, and were wolfs waiting around any corner that zombies were not. So he'd kept it to himself, kept his eyes open, took watch more times than he hadn't, trying to keep them safe, and more often than not...he'd failed. It weighed deeply on him, every loss.

"You bore the weight of the world on your shoulders...but the world is to heavy to lift on your own. Even for a hunter. It's time to put your trust in more than yourself. Not everyone will disappoint you." She murmured, coming around to perch on his lap. She was hypnotizing, soothing. He wanted to surrounded himself in the peace she seemed to radiate.

In another time, in another place, he could be happy here, Daryl had an image of living with her, in her little cabin in the woods. Protecting her (although she didn't need any protecting) being happy. But not with the group, out there, suffering.

"I can bring them here." She murmured, her nose nuzzling into his neck sending shivers running up along his spine, an sudden image of Carol naked and riding him, in her head thrown back in ecstasy hair swirling Bout her body in waves like swirling silver waves.

"Bring them here?" He murmured confused, his fingers grasped at her waist, pulling her closer, she pulled her leg up and over his lap, straddling him, he groaned into her neck.

"I...I ..I have inherited my father's ability to teleport...myself and others." She murmured.

He pulled back a little shocked "Holy fuck...Really?" He asked.

"Yes..."

The more she revealed of herself the more he began to realize Gabriel's reasons for hiding her. Gabriel must haven known the powers she would develop. He must have hidden her for her own safety. So many dark forces in the world would literally kill to get their hands on her. How could he ask her to expose or risk herself further, than what she already had.

"I trust your group, if you do...and I can no longer sit her waiting while the world burns around me. I feel it, you think finding the Winchesters and their angel we might have a chance to change the course of the future. If I can help them I will.." she whispered.

"The Angel, Castiel he killed Jane..." Daryl whispered, unsure if he could ever trust Castiel with Carol.

"He had his reasons, he thought it was for the best." She murmured.

"You have your blade... you keep it with you at all times. I don't give a shit, if he tries anything you gut him...that is if we can find them." Daryl said. The Winchesters were his friends, but honestly Castiel had always creeped him out in his point blank honesty. He knew Dean would never forgive them if anything happened to Castiel, he and Merle had often wondered about the connection that existed between their friend and the Angel but as Merle had been quick to point out much like Merle, Dean was a bit of a man whore with woman.

"An angel is not the being they posses...needless to say that is not important at the moment. Let me get your friends." She whispered. Then put her fingers to his temple, the image of the cabin where he'd left the group seemed to be brought forward into his mind. She closes her eyes and snapped her fingers and suddenly they were sitting in the midst of a shocked looking Rick, Carl, Maggie and Glenn.