Hi Guys! So it's Sunday and that means an update! Not just that, the Walking Dead is back on our screens. For fans I have just got to ask, can you believe they did that on the last episode? I thought for sure they would find a way around it. Anyway thanks as always to everyone who is reading, following, faving and reviewing. I appreciate them all. Just a heads up, we are still following cannon so there is some dialogue there and if your a bit squeamish things take a bloody turn. Cheers! D.S x

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Crossroads

Part Fourteen

But Dean's word died on his tongue as Negan swung Lucille bringing it down with a crack on Abraham's head. Dean jerked, eyes wide as Negan gloated. "Oh! Look at that! Taking it like a champ!" Abraham, with part of his head caved in, was still moving. He looked up at Negan and muttered.

"Suck my nuts," though it was quickly silenced as Lucille came down once more, right on top of his head. Dean heard some of the group gasp, others cried out in distress.

"Did you hear that?" Negan asked the Saviours, who were laughing at the display before them. "He said suck my nuts." The laughter continued even as Negan continued to land blow after blow on Abraham's head. Slowly the large ginger man's face disappeared under the onslaught, having been smashed into nothing but a bloody pulp. Dean didn't know what to do, he was in a state of shock. Why didn't he speak sooner? Why the hell did he keep his mouth shut? Finally the grisly scene stopped and Negan was laughing. "Oh my goodness! Look at this! You guys," he held out Lucille, making sure that it was forced beneath the gaze of every one of the Alexandria group. "Look at my dirty girl." Dean lifted his face, looking at the man that was supposed to mean so much to him. Negan didn't dwell on anyone's gaze however, not seeming to care at all what he was doing to the group knelt before him. Quickly moving on to taunt Sasha, who seemed to be having trouble deciding whether she wanted to cry or attack Negan for what he had done to Abraham. So lost in his own head Dean only heard the scuffling, then the shouts of Rick. It drew him out of his thoughts, in time to see Daryl being restrained, Negan holding his face from where the older man had hit him. The Saviours were on Daryl in an instant, holding him and starting to rain down a beating that could kill Daryl with the state he was in. Dean didn't know what made him react, perhaps it was because he had done nothing for Abraham, the guilt weighing him down. He wouldn't let the same thing happen to Daryl, even if he was wrong and he ended up with his head smashed in, he had to try.

"No!" Dean called, jumping to his feet, rushing to the Saviours and trying to pull them away from Daryl. One turned towards him and Dean caught the black eyes of a demon staring back at him. Reacting out of pure instinct the young hunter pulled free a small bottle of holy water, one that he had kept stashed in his pocket. When the Saviours had asked for the weapons, well a bottle doesn't really count does it? In one swift motion, Dean smashed the bottle into the demon's face. The host screamed, hands coming up to try and wipe away the glass pieces and holy water that burned it. Dean kicked the demon out of the way, throwing himself into the fray to free Daryl. "Get off him!" Dean shouted, fighting like a wild man, even as more Saviours jumped on him, some looking frightened from what he had done to the demon. Dean caught sight of Daryl, the older man was trying his best to free himself, whether to have another go at Negan or escape, Dean didn't know. Even though he had gone in with the best of intention Dean's little stand didn't last long. His arms were grabbed and pulled back, a blow was landed on his face as he was wrenched away from Daryl. Pulled round Dean was placed face to face with Negan, who was smiling at him.

"Well isn't this precious, jumping in to save your friend. Noble, stupid, but noble." Negan's eyes moved from Dean to the demon who was curled up on the ground, his face still in his hands. "But that, that I can't let go of. Didn't you just see what I did to people who hurt my men?" It was spoken as though Dean was a child, but the young hunter was done with not facing reality, not when it was staring him in the face. Negan sighed, "you're a hunter." It was said blunt, plain, like it was completely obvious. Dean flinched, he had hoped that what he had done wouldn't have been noticed, that they thought it was acid or something. Negan shook his head with a look of disappointment, "damn, looks like I'm going to have to set another example."

"Wait," Dean said, though the Saviours which held him yanked at his arms as though that would silence him. Negan looked at him, mouth open to say something else, but Dean was done, he needed to end this now. "Wait, Dad."

Dean could feel the incredulous looks of his companions beside him. All watching and staring, not sure that they had heard correctly what he had said. Even the Saviours had stilled, they were no longer beating Daryl, though the hands that held Dean did twitch. Instead they couldn't decide what to do, so they were forced to watch their leader. Dean however only had eyes for Negan, his Dad, or who was his Dad in another time and place. Negan was frozen, Lucille, still bloody in his hand. "What?" Negan finally spoke, though his voice was a complete contrast from the confident man that had been parading in front of them before smashing Abraham's head in. He swung the bat, making Dean flinch as it cracked against the hard earth. Suddenly a large hand grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him up close and personal, yanking him from the grip of the Saviours. "What the hell did you just say to me?" the question was practically snarled in his face. Dean had to force himself from involuntarily recoiling.

"Dad ..." Dean was cut off when a fist came down on his face. Unable to stop the blow Dean landed back in the dirt, his face starting to pain from where the punch had cracked his jaw. The hunter was stunned, so he didn't stand a chance when Negan kicked him in the stomach, forcing him onto his back so he could straddle him.

"You know, I don't know whether you're the bravest son of a bitch I ever met, or just plain stupid," Negan said, back to that jovial tone. A hand grabbed Dean's hair, yanking his head back so that he could see Negan. The smile given to him was feral, though his eyes told Dean that he was pissed. Lucille was back in Negan's hand, red stained knuckles clenched tightly around the wooden handle.

"I ..."

"Because, you see, only a stupid man would say shit like this and not expect to get a serious beating for even daring to open his god damn pie hole." That time Dean expected the punch, able to roll with the blow and stop himself from seeing stars. A hot breath ghosted his ear. "I'm gonna beat you before I let Lucille smash your brains in." Negan smirked, moving to start the beating that would signal the end of Dean, but the hunter was not done. He grabbed Negan's wrist, startling the man, pulling him close so that he didn't have to speak too loudly.

"J.. John ... W ... Winchester," Dean managed to get out, even as his jaw clicked from where Negan had clocked him. "Your name's John Winchester." Negan stilled, eyes widening slightly. Both were frozen in that moment, green eyes staring into ones that should have recognised him, but only narrowed in suspicion.

"Who are you?" Negan asked and Dean grinned a little, even as blood drippled from the corner of his mouth, painting his teeth red.

"Dean Winchester," the young hunter saw it. So quick that most others would have missed it, but Dean knew his Dad too well not to know his mannerisms, even when dealing with one from a different reality. Negan shivered, his eyes blinked quickly as his brain took in the name. Then he breathed out, the tension that had been in his shoulders lessening slightly.

"Dean?"

"Boss?" someone hesitantly asked, breaking the moment that had encompassed the two of them. Negan snapped his head up, probably forgetting that others were even there. To be honest even Dean had forgotten, having been trapped in the moment with the man that was John Winchester, his father, in this reality. "What's ...?"

"Well, this is a bit of a shocker," Negan announced, pushing himself back up. Dean didn't know if he gave a signal to someone but hands grabbed Dean, roughly pulling him to his feet. "You find out something new every day," he looked at Dean for a moment longer, but then his eyes ghosted over to Daryl. "But that? Oh my, that is a no – no," he looked back at the rest of the shell shocked Alexandria's. "That whole thing – none of that shit flies here." One of the Saviours that still had a hold of Daryl brought out a knife.

"Do you want me to do it? Right here?"

"No," Dean tried to grunt out, but a hit to the back of his head stunned him.

"Don't touch him," Dean felt the hands that held him twitch, blinking back the spots in his vision he glanced up to see Negan growling, but not at him, his gaze was on the Saviours that had hold of him.

"But boss ...?"

"I said don't touch him. Him neither," he nodded to Daryl and smirked. "You don't kill the wild ones." Then he suddenly turned away, looking down with disgust at Rick and the rest of the gang. "Now I already told you people - first one's free," Negan started walking around the group, Lucille, still covered in Abraham's blood swinging in his fist. "Then - what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!" He shouted, so even Dean flinched. "No exceptions," he stopped, towards the side of the group where Glenn and Michonne were knelt. "Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important." He smiled and lying a hand on his chest, looking almost sincere. "I need you to know me. So back to it." No one had the chance to even speak as Lucille was swung once more to land with a crack on Glenn's head. There was no stopping the screams this time, Maggie's the most prominent. The blow had been a hard one, as Glenn shakily lifted his head, turning it as though looking for something. Dean's eyes widened, a sick feeling curling in his stomach as he looked at the man he had grown to know in his time in Alexandria. His skull was caved him from the blow, but his eyes were popping out where the pressure had forced them from their sockets. Negan didn't move to swing again, instead he stared, almost in fascination at Glenn's face. "Buddy, you still there?" he asked, sounding almost shocked and impressed.

"Boss?" one of the Saviours asked, but Negan waved him silent.

"I just don't know. It seems like you're trying to speak," he leaned closer and even Dean thought he could hear mumbles coming from Glenn's bloodied mouth. "But you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out, and it is gross as shit!" Finally a shaky voice came from the beaten Glenn's mouth, he wasn't looking at Negan, his eyes had found what they wanted. Maggie.

"M...Maggie ... I'll find you." Maggie was just crying though, unable to form any words to her husband who was dying before her eyes. Negan followed Glenn's gaze, finding Maggie.

"Oh. Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys," he shook his head. "I am sorry. I truly am," and Dean didn't know why, but he truly believed that Negan, John, his Dad, was sorry. He didn't know if it was because of what the man meant to him, or if he was loosing his mind, but he really did think Negan was sorry. "But I did say it. No exceptions!" Lucille swung down again, right on Glenn, whose whole body collapsed under the onslaught. Dean couldn't watch anymore, he closed his eyes, but he could still hear. The blows cracked as they landed, the squelch of the blood and brains as Lucille smashed them to bits. "You bunch of pussies," he heard Negan snarl. "I'm just getting started," the blows came faster, harder, but Dean still kept his eyes closed. "Lucille is thirsty," Negan laughed. "She is a vampire bat."

"Please stop," Dean muttered, opening his eyes slowly. The scene that met his eyes made him want to be sick. Glenn's head was gone, just a bloody smear on the ground, though a hand still twitched. Dean had never felt so disgusted, and he was a hunter. He'd seen more bloody death than anyone, and he'd survived it. Hell he'd done some questionable things himself, but never anything like this, never to another human being. So distracted by the bloody mess, Dean didn't notice Negan until he was in front of him, blocking his view.

"What? Was the joke that bad?"

"Yes," Dean answered and he didn't know who was more shocked that he'd dared to say something, him or the Saviours. Negan however grinned.

"Damn," he muttered, staring at Dean's face, though it was broken by Rick's voice.

"I'm gonna kill you." Dean watched as Negan's face contorted, then turned to march to Rick, crouching down before him. Dean couldn't hear what they were saying, so he took the time to look around the rest of the group. They were just sat there, having collapsed from their knelt positions. Dean saw Sasha, Maggie and Rosita, all with the same expression, one of loss, helplessness and fear. Carl was shivering, Aaron and some the others were shell shocked, though could do nothing to comfort the more devastated members of the group. Finally Dean looked at Daryl. The older man was held in a similar position to himself, though most of his face was hidden by his hair, Dean could see the blank look that hid the utter despair that the man must have been feeling. Dark eyes flickered to Dean and the hunter had to gasp at the intensity of Daryl's gaze. He couldn't tell if he was angry, or just confused, but Dean couldn't meet his eyes for long. Suddenly Negan grabbed a hold of Rick, dragging him along the ground to the RV that had parked up around them. Throwing him into the back before getting into the drivers seat. The engine roared to life and the vehicle sped off down the street. The Saviours didn't react, just watching the RV roll away. The quiet disturbed Dean, it made him feel even more uncomfortable. Some of the Saviours muttered to one another, others laughed. Dean felt people moving around behind him, it only added to his nervousness as he couldn't see what was going on. Maggie suddenly coughed, rolling over so that she was holding her stomach.

"Maggie," Aaron called, shifting so he could crawl towards her.

"Don't move," one of the Saviours spat, the cock of a gun the only warning Aaron got.

"Please," the man turned to the nearest Saviour. "She needs help."

"Don't move," was all that was said once again.

"But ..." a shot rang out and Aaron fell silent, flinching as the dirt exploded near his hand. The Saviours laughed and the Alexandria group stayed silent. It was the only thing they could do with out incurring the wrath of the Saviours that held them captive. Dean didn't know how much time passed, the sick feeling along with the numbness that seemed to have overcome him made it hard for him to really focus. His mind was in a state of turmoil. He had said it, he had admitted that he thought Negan was his father, John Winchester. It made Dean ill at the thought that the man known as Negan could be his Dad, the man that had taught him everything he knew. He still wasn't sure if he was right, after all this was a different reality, Negan could just be playing along because he knew he was a hunter, and from what Dean had already figured, the Saviours wanted hunters. But that look, that wide eyed recognition when he had said his name. No one could hide a reaction like that, even a man like John Winchester. Finally a quiet roar signalled the return of the RV, the Saviours shifted, some chuckling as the RV parked back in place once more. The side door burst open and Negan pushed Rick from the RV and onto the ground. The leader of Alexandria didn't have a chance to fight back as Negan was on him once more, grabbing him by his coat, that looked a lot more bloody than it was before they left. He pushed him back into place before standing before him like a king before a slave.

"Here we are. Let me ask you something. Rick - do you even know what that little trip was about?" Rick said nothing, almost staring off into space. Negan growled, grabbing the man by the hair and turning him so that he was looking right at Negan "Speak when you're spoken to," he demanded, but still Rick said nothing. Negan sighed, "okay. Okay. That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way. Like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Rick remained silent, even as Negan continued to try and get a reaction out of him, Dean didn't know if that was brave or just plain stupid. But then again was he one to talk about being stupid? "Okay. All right. And here it is - the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day." He gestured to some of his Saviours. "Get some guns to the back of their heads," the Saviours didn't need much else to motivate them, they got into position behind every member of the group. Daryl was throw back on his knees, but as the onee holding Dean started to do the same Negan growled. "Not him."

"Why?" Dean asked, which got him a kick to the knee. Negan snorted.

"Beside the fact that you had the balls to answer me back, you're a hunter." He sent Dean a thoughtful look. "And your name's Dean Winchester." Before he could say more Dean was pulled further from the Alexandrian's, separating him even more from the rest of the group. "Good," Negan said, attention turning back to Rick. "Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess." The Saviours laugh but Negan still isn't done. "Kid," he barked at Carl who jus sat there. "Right here," he waved a hand, but still Carl didn't move. "Kid, now!" he snarled and finally Carl was pulled forward, placed before Negan on his knees who smiled down at him. "You a southpaw?" Carl frowned.

"Am I a what?" he asked nervously.

"You a lefty?" Negan clarified and Carl shook his head.

"No."

"Good. Get down, kid, next to Daddy." He pulled Carl into position, right by Rick who was watching all this and unable to do a thing to stop it. "Spread them wings," he kicked at Carl's arms, spreading them apart, "Pen?" he called to one of the Saviours and he was quickly tossed one. He bent and drew a line on Carl's wrist. "Sorry Kid," making sure the line was straight and clear.

"Please," Dean heard Carl mutter. "Please don't."

"Me?" Negan stood back up, looking scandalised. "I ain't doing shit! Rick, I want you to take your axe cut your son's left arm off, right on that line." Rick's head finally swung up to Negan, gaping at him in shocked fear. "Now, I know –" Negan said. "I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second." He nods. "That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die." He waved a hand at the rest of the group, who shivered. "Then Carl dies, then the people back home die and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years though, just so you can stew on it."

"You don't have to do this," Michonne suddenly spoke, breaking the spell Negan seemed to have cast over them all, making them all helpless but to watch his play. "We understand."

"You understand," Negan acknowledge Michonne with a smile. "But I'm not sure Rick does." He pointed at the pen mark. "I'm going to need a nice clean cut right there on that line," Negan swiftly pulled an axe, one that Dean recognised as once being Rick's. He forced it into the leader of Alexandria's hand. "Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice - nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees - give us something to fold over." Dean shivered as Negan spoke, so calculated and just how he remembered his Dad telling him how to take out a vampire or a spirit. "We got a great doctor. The kid will be fine. Probably." Rick didn't respond, the axe still in his fingers, staring at his son's hand which was stretched out before him. Negan sighed, "Rick this needs to happen now - chop, chop - or I will crush the little fella's skull myself." Rick shivered, then opened his mouth.

"It can - It can - It can be me," Dean was shocked at how broken the man sounded, nothing like the guy that threatened him with a gun when he first came to Alexandria. "It can be me. Y-You can do it to me. I c- I can go with -"

"No," Negan cut Rick off. "It has to be this way," Rick still didn't move. "You really want to see all these people die?"

"Oh my god," Dean's eyes flicked to Aaron, whose eyes were moving from Negan to Rick, as though not sure where to look.

"Are you going to make me count?" Negan asked. "Okay Rick. I'm counting. One!"

"Please," Rick tried to beg but Negan was having none of it.

"Two!"

"Please, don't -"

"Stop this!" Dean cried out. "Please just stop this, Dad!"

"Shut him up!" Negan snarled and Dean felt the thick hand of one of the Saviours slap over his face. Muffling his voice as he was forced to watch Rick weigh the axe in his hand, his son Carl looking at him with a determined look on his face.

"Dad just do it! Just do it!" Dean gasped as Rick raised the axe. He was going to do it, he couldn't believe it, he was really going to cut his own son's arm off.

"Whoa, whoa, that's enough now," Negan called out, grabbing the axe and stopping Rick from bringing it down at the last moment. Rick's eyes widened, fear, loathing and hatred crossing his face as he realised just what he was about to do. Negan didn't care about Rick's moral dilemma though, he just crouched low beside him, whispering in his ear, something Dean couldn't hear. Finally Negan stood back up and smiled. "Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sakes that you get it now, that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you," Negan laughed. "It's over now. Dwight!" the scared man near Daryl stepped closer and Negan smirked down at the devastated crossbowman. "You load him up. He's got guts – not a little bitch like someone I know," he tossed a sneer back at Rick, who didn't say a word. But Dean flinched when those eyes landed on him. "Put the hunter in with him too, but I want him unspoiled." The hand over Dean's mouth was ripped away and without care he was dragged towards a van and throw inside. He gasped as he landed on top of Daryl, the two sprawled on the floor of the dirty van, the last view Dean got of the outside was the Alexandrian's, still in the loose circle, two bloody corpses with them, all broken. Then the van doors slammed shut.

Dean sat huddled in the corner as the van moved to who knew where. The darkness made it difficult to see anything, but Dean didn't feel like doing anything, the numb feeling was still dominating his whole being. Dean heard a scrape of something against the metal floor of the van. He flinched when he felt Daryl come up next to him.

"We're ya' lyin'?"

"What?" Dean asked.

"Were ya' lyin' when ya' said he was ya' Dad?" Dean didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. But he couldn't lie to himself anymore.

"No." A bang echoed around them and Dean jerked, the sound of Daryl's fist hitting the side of the van freaking him out even more.

"Ya' fuckin' bastard!"

"I didn't even know he was still alive," Dean protested, which was true, back in his reality, John Winchester had been dead for a while. "I though he was dead well before any of this happened."

"What do you mean?" Daryl demanded and Dean knew he had to have a good explanation or Daryl would find a way to kill him.

"I thought he was dead, I was told he'd died."

"Didn't ya' recognise his name?"

"His name isn't Negan," Dean said. "My Dad's name was John Winchester. I never thought Negan could be the same man until he was in front of me." Dean turned a little, so he could make out the dark shadow that was Daryl. "Daryl, I didn't know it was him. If I knew, I would have told you."

"How can I know that?" Daryl asked sceptically. "He's ya' old man."

"Because there's people in Alexandria that I care about too," Dean said, mind wandering to Kid. Oh god, what was the brat going to do when he didn't come back. "And you're wrong."

"'Bout what?"

"That wasn't my Dad out there," Dean shook his head, as though saying it both out loud and in his head would make it any more true. "That's not the man I thought he was." The two lapsed into silence as the van moved on. The vehicle rocked beneath them, bumping over holes and rocks, making the ride even more uncomfortable.

"He called ya' a hunter," Dean tensed as Daryl spoke once more.

"Yeah?"

"What was he talkin' 'bout."

"It's not important."

"Dean," the hunter cringed as the crossbowman came closer into his space, so that he was breathing directly into his ear. "Stop lyin'" Dean didn't know what to do. He'd never out right told anyone that he was a hunter. Kid was different, he'd saved him after already being exposed to the darker under belly of the world. But someone who had no idea what they were asking? Would Daryl even believe him?

"A hunter is a person who kills monsters," Dean said it in the simplest way that he could. To be honest it was hard to explain exactly what a hunter was, it's not like there was an advert for the job that people could apply to.

"What?"

"I hunt down monsters," Dean repeated.

"Bullshit!" Daryl growled.

"It's not bullshit," Dean argued. "I've been hunting since I was a kid, well before the Walkers ever turned up. Daryl," Dean tried to sound as honest as he could, hoping that he could get the crossbowman to at least think he was sane. "This is real, monsters, creatures, demons, they're real." Daryl said nothing, the young hunter couldn't see enough to be able to tell what he was thinking, the dark casting them both into shadow.

"That why there were those weird books at ya' friends?"

"Books?"

"At that junk yard house," Daryl carried on. "There were some strange books, talkin' 'bout possession and shit. Thought ya' friend was just a bit of a weirdo."

"Well Bobby is a bit freaky," Dean acknowledged. "But he's also a hunter."

"That why ya' went there?" Daryl asked. "To find another hunter?"

"Yeah."

"He weren't there."

"I know."

"He dead?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know much do ya'"

"Nope," Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"And Kid?"

"What about him?"

"He know ya' a hunter?" Dean smirked.

"Saved his ass from a Vetala."

"Vetala?"

"Hindu snake woman," Dean explained and Daryl huffed.

"This is messed up."

"There's dead people walking around eating the living and you think a snake woman is messed up?" Dean said and heard Daryl cough.

"Guess it's not that much o' a step up," he mumbled, shifting beside Dean as though trying to get comfy. "So the brat a hunter to?"

"Wouldn't leave me alone until I taught him."

"That a good idea?"

"I've been hunting since I was three years old," Dean muttered quietly. "He started late."

"Shit." They fell silent again, Dean not sure what else to say, leaving it up to Daryl to ask or say what he wanted.

"So ya' might be Negan's kid and ya' a hunter," Dean said nothing, letting Daryl ponder without his input. "Anythin' else ya' wanna tell me?" Dean shrugged.

"I don't know much else. I got that there's demons with the Saviours."

"Demons are real?"

"Yeah."

"Shit."

"They're a son of a bitch to deal with," Dean agreed. "They were the ones that cornered us in Bobby's house."

"That why ya' killed 'em?"

"Yeah, they said they were looking for hunters. Didn't say why."

"Ya' didn't know they were part of the Saviours?"

"Not then?"

"When?"

"The compound." They both fell silent then, neither wanting to speak about that particular incident. "By the time I'd figured it out things were already in motion, I would have had to confront them at some point."

"Ya' could o' skipped out," Daryl pointed out.

"They'd had caught us," Dean said. "And I didn't want to risk Kid."

"Ya' really care about him, don't ya'?" Dean was surprised by the question.

"Yeah, he's like an annoying flea I can't get rid of."

"Sure."

"What?"

"I just think ya' should think about what ya' really feel for that brat, admitting it might make ya' feel better." Dean scowled, even though it was completely lost on Daryl seen as he couldn't even see him in the dark. The van gave a sudden lurch, speeding up then slowing down, finally coming to a complete stop. Voices filtered through the metal and Dean tensed. "Ya' think we're here?"

"Guess," Dean said.

"Ya' think there's demons out there?"

"Probably."

"Think we can take 'em?" Dean scoffed.

"No, only way to get rid of a demon is through a de possession ritual, or the demon killing knife. And these bastard took that when they caught us," Dean wanted to scream. He couldn't believe he'd lost his only way to get rid of demons easily.

"So what can we do?" Dean didn't get a chance to answer Daryl's question, as the van doors were pulled open and torch light was shined right in their eyes.

"Pull them out," Dean heard someone order. Hands were suddenly on them and Dean was pulled from the van along with Daryl. The young hunter blinked, surprised by the amount of light around them. He took the time to take a quick look around them. It looked like a large factory of some sort. It towered over where they stood, that appeared to be some sort of yard, or parking lot. Metal stairs ran up the side of the building, making the place even more foreboding than all the people carrying guns. "Get him down to the cells," Dean refocused to see Dwight stood in front of them, talking to whoever had a hold of the two. He pointed at Daryl, who spat and tried to fight his way out, but was easily dragged away by the amount of Saviours on him. Dwight then turned to Dean and sneered. "The boss wants this one set up in a room."

"He say why?" someone asked and Dwight growled.

"We don't question the boss," he turned and started to walk away. Dean was surprised when he was dragged after him. They passed through a door that led them deeper into the factory. The corridors were clean and looked to be well cared for, obviously these guys had been here for a long time. They led him up some stairs, most of the rooms they passed had the doors closed, so Dean didn't really get a good look of the complete set up of the place. Finally they stopped by a door, Dwight pushed it open and Dean was thrown inside. He barely managed to catch his balance, the room was nice. With a bed and a desk in one corner, as well a window, but the bars going across it from the fire escape outside stopped any thoughts of escape. "Don't try anything," Dwight said, he was stood by the door, the others just behind him.

"Why would I try anything?" Dean asked and Dwight shrugged.

"People do stupid things," was all he said before reaching for the door. Without another word he shut it and Dean heard a lock slide into place. For a moment the hunter just stood there, not sure what he should do with himself.

"Son of a bitch," he finally breathed out, taking a seat on the bed. He sunk into the mattress, it was small, not like the bed he had back in Alexandria, but it was better than nothing. He couldn't believe this was happening. His Dad was alive in this reality. That was something that had never even crossed his mind. He'd just assumed that because his John Winchester was dead, then this one was to. But then again why should I have thought that? Dean thought bitterly. Sammy's dead in this reality when he should be living. It made Dean's head spin at the consequences. Was he still raised by his Dad, why wasn't his counterpart with him when the Gatekeeper placed him in his body? What was he doing near Atlanta all alone. "That bitch," Dean muttered, anger suddenly welling up. "Fucking Gatekeeper," he needed to talk to her, but how could he do that? A footstep outside his door had Dean stilling, he flicked his focus to the door as it was pushed open. He didn't know who he expected to be on the other side, maybe Negan, but instead it was a woman, a good looking one, carrying a tray.

"Room service," she said, sending a wicked look Dean's way. The young hunter didn't get up from his place on the bed. Just watched as the woman placed the tray on the desk, then turned to face him. She smiled and Dean got the feeling he was being checked out. "Well, aren't you a young one."

"Who are you?" Dean asked, but his question was ignored.

"Don't really see many of your kind so young. All old men that are jaded and bitter, no fun at all." She licked her lips and Dean saw her eyes flash black.

"You're a demon," he said, shifting on the bed, eyes already looking around the room, not that anything in here would help him with a demon.

"Oh, you're good honey," she said condescendingly. "Most hunters haven't seen many of my kind."

"Lucky them."

"Now don't be like that," she wagged a finger. "I had to fight the hordes off to bring you some food. We all wanted to catch a glimpse of the newest hunter."

"There are more hunters here?" Dean asked, but the demon just smirked at him.

"You'll have to wait and see."

"What do you want with me?"

"I won't be giving you spoilers, honey," the demon sidled up closer to him, leaning over so that Dean got a flash of the hosts cleavage. "I'll leave that to the boss."

"Negan?" she smiled. "Why is he recruiting demons? What's his game?"

"You're a chatty one, aren't you?" the demon hissed in his ear, forcing Dean to shift back if he didn't want the demon on his lap. "I would love to use it for something else though."

"Nina, what have I told you about hitting on the new guys?" the demon, Nina tensed, she suddenly righted herself and turned a sultry smirk to Negan, who was stood in the doorway.

"Oh you know me, babe, can't resist."

"Well, resist this one," Dean finally caught a glimpse of the man. He was leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at Nina. "Piss off now, would you darling. I've got some things to talk about with our new hunter." Dean felt the demon shiver, then saunter across the room.

"Of course. Enjoy your food honey," Nina's smile was all teeth, and so fake that Dean was sure it was done purposefully. Once she was out of sight, Negan stepped inside the room. Without a word he turned and closed the door, trapping the two of them, alone in the room together.

"Now, I think you have some explaining to do. Son."

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