Hi Guys! So it is Sunday once more and I am back with another chapter. First things first. Happy Easter to everyone! Hope you are all enjoying some time off, I know I am, it's my first lazy Sunday in a long time and I even get a lazy Monday tomorrow. Also I just want to touch on two reviews I had. TheMoonSpirit101 asked about when we would get to the end of the story. In answer, don't worry folks we are almost there. I think around two to three more chapters. BuzzyBumbleBee13 was curious whether Daryl and Dean would get together. I'll be honest, I was going to go for that, but I got a little side-tracked with Dean's relationship with Kid, so my planned Daryl/Dean took a backseat. So you can kind of see a growing attraction between them, if you squint, but it won't be developed further in this story. So anyway, now that I've talked your ear off, thanks as always to everyone who is still reading, following, faving and reviewing. I love hearing all of your feedback, especially now as in about a week I'm going to put one of my own original work on Kindle and I would adore your support! I feel like I'm about to let one of my children leave home, I'm that nervous. Cheers! D.S x
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Crossroads
Part Eighteen
With Dean in the cage
Dean had to tuck in his arms and legs as the night settled in and the air cooled. It was uncomfortable, but it was the only way he could guarantee that he wouldn't end up being snagged by one of the many Walkers that had gathered around the cage. Ever since his dad had left him in there, they had come, snarling and moaning, reaching dead fingers through the small gaps in the grill to try and get at him. Dean had tried to get them to back off, but that had only made it worse, so now he sat in the dark, his back to the only safe part of the cage, the one that backed onto the Sanctuary, and tried his best to relax. But that was impossible to do, not with Negan's threat lurking in the back of his mind. He was talking about Kid, Dean knew he was, there was no one else he could have been on about. Would he hurt him? Dean liked to think his dad wouldn't ever hurt a child, not one that meant so much to him. But Dean was starting to realise that this man was not the same as the one he remembered, and he never would be. He wondered how Kid and his dad had met. Was it in Alexandria? It had to have been. Dean knew Negan had been going there, had Kid confronted him? What about the rest of the Alexandrian's? Had they hurt Kid? Maybe Rick wanted to send him away? After all Dean had admitted being Negan's son in front of all of them, after Glenn and Abraham were killed. They could have blamed Kid. Dean shook his head, as one of the Walkers smacked a hand against the cage making it rattle. He couldn't think like that, not right now. Now he needed to concentrate of not turning into Walker food. The chill of the night cut deep into Dean's skin. He didn't have a coat on, he'd not been wearing one when he'd been placed in here and even when he had called to one of the sentries they had just ignored him. He rubbed his palm over his exposed arms. It did little to get warmth back into him, but the action distracted him. A groan came close to his feet, he glanced down to see one of the Walkers, it was laid on it's stomach, having stretched itself as far as it could from where it was chained to one of the spikes beyond the fence, hand scratching at the earth, in a desperate attempt to reach Dean. "You do know I'm not probably worth all the effort, right?" Dean said as he watched the Walker snarl in frustration. "I've been downing booze since I was a kid. Probably rotted something inside by now. I wouldn't taste that good. Though I could be wrong. The Jack Daniels might have added something over all this time."
"You do know it's the first sign of madness talking to yourself." Dean visibly jumped, not expecting the voice behind him. He spun, so that he was sat up on his knees, hands grasping the grill of the cage to peer into the darkness.
"Bobby?"
"Ah, it's me," feet moved closer and Dean had to smile as the shadow of the older man came up to the cage. One hand reached out and grasped at the grill, bending a little so Bobby was closer to Dean's face.
"What are you doing here? My dad -"
"Ah, I know about you dad," Bobby bit his lip as he looked at Dean. "Christ son, what has he done to you?"
"What does it look like," Dean spat, as he jerked a head back at the Walkers, that were starting to react to another human's presence.
"I never thought he would put you in here," Bobby muttered, and Dean let lose a bark of laughter.
"Yeah, me neither. Though he was always a hard ass."
"You ok?"
"I'll live," Dean shrugged as he moved his foot away from where some dead fingers were getting close. "Well, just as long as I'm careful."
"I'll talk to him."
"That will just piss him off more."
"Better he be pissed of at me than you," Bobby argued in a tone Dean knew he shouldn't argue with. But there was more than just himself at stake.
"I'd rather you just left it," Dean mumbled.
"Dean, I can't leave you -"
"He'll put Kid in this cage if I escape," Dean admitted through clenched teeth. "He'll put him in here if I try anything."
"Kid?"
"He's my -" the hunter cut himself off before he could go into any more detail. Bobby may be like a father to him but telling someone else what Kid meant to him. Admitting it out loud. It made funny feelings well in Dean's stomach. Bobby said nothing, but Dean thought he saw his lips twitch a little in a smile.
"Right. But I have to do something."
"The only thing you can do is get Daryl out," Dean said.
"Daryl? Why? He's not -"
"They'll break him," Dean said, despair and worry clear in his tone. He didn't even bother to hide it. What was the point with Bobby? He'd see right through him. "Maybe not today, or even a week from now, but they'll get to him and he won't be Daryl no more." Dean glanced away, not wanting Bobby to get a good look at his face, it felt a little hot. "He doesn't deserve that." Bobby said nothing for a moment, then clicked his tongue.
"I'll see what I can do, but Marcus is on my case since you dad has been at him."
"What do you mean?"
"Thick as thieves those two," Bobby said, rubbing his cap. "I thought it was just to keep the demons in line."
"What's the deal with them anyway?" Dean asked. "Yeah, I get they're trapped, but why keep them? How can you even? Demons aren't easy to subdue."
"Demons are stronger than humans," Bobby said with a shrug. "They don't have the same issues as us in this lovely new world we're finding ourselves in."
"What like dying?"
"Among other things," Bobby agreed. "They're not effected by being bit either. Though I guess if the body they're in is ripped apart and eaten that might be a permeant end to them."
"You haven't tested that yet?" Dean asked with a sneer. Bobby shook his head.
"I haven't," Bobby didn't need to say more. The implication was enough for Dean to get the message. But some one had, most probably Marcus or his dad. "Besides, Negan can keep the demons here in line simply enough."
"How?"
"We have holy water and salt," Bobby said, though he wasn't looking at Dean anymore. The hunter wondered why. "Negan makes a point that we don't run out."
"But the threat of holy water and salt wouldn't be enough," Dean insisted. "Bobby, there are only four hunters here and I've seen more Demons than that before I got to the Sanctuary." His mind drifted back to Bobby's house and the group that came on them there. There was three in that group alone, so how many more were peppered throughout the rest of the Saviours? "How is he managing to keep them under control?" Bobby doesn't answer, which only ticked Dean off more. "Bobby."
"Just because there are only four hunters doesn't mean that we're the only ones that know about demons," Bobby said, though it was quiet, almost ashamed, but it was enough for Dean's mind to slot the pieces together. He remembered Nina and Dwight. The way she shied away from him, seemed frightened, scared of a human that shouldn't have been a threat to her. Dwight wasn't a hunter, Dean was pretty sure about that. He didn't have the classics signs that all hunters seemed to possess. But he was so confident with Nina, as though he knew that he could hurt her if he had to, and she had responded.
"He's threatening them," Dean said out loud, though his mind was still racing. "He tells a few of the Saviours how they can hurt the demons, probably shows them how. That frightens the demons enough that they don't leave, since they're trapped in those bodies. They have no where to go." Bobby nodded.
"It's simple when you think about it."
"Just how many people has Negan got under his control?" Dean asked, his voice sounding a little faint.
"With Alexandria now coming under the Saviours?" Bobby mused for a second. "He has three communities and the Saviours themselves are over a hundred strong with all the workers and out posts."
"May god."
"He tell you why he's doing it?" Dean snorted.
"He thinks keeping everyone under control through fear of him will save people."
"It has been working," Bobby said but Dean shook his head.
"But it shouldn't be that way," Dean hissed. "It will just get more people killed in the end."
"Then what do you think we should do, Dean?" Bobby asked. "What other way is there that won't get people killed one way or the other?"
"I -" Dean cut himself off. Wasn't that the crux of his whole dilemma? He didn't have an answer of how to fix anything. If he couldn't cure the Walkers, he probably couldn't kill them all if he lived for a hundred years. Even though it was wrong, his dad's way of doing things was keeping people alive and working, however reluctantly, together. So, what if he was doing it through fear? But then Kid's face came to mind and Dean swallowed. He didn't want Kid growing up in a world like this. It was bad enough that the dead were roaming around, that Kid had to deal with the death of his parents and everything else they had both gone through while on the way to Alexandria. But he didn't need to live in fear of Negan on top of all that. "I don't know what the answer is yet," Dean said, looking at Bobby's shadowed face, leaning closer to the grill. "But I know that dad's plans won't work forever. It only takes one person to rise, to get the others to follow, and then everything comes down. We need to work together because we want to, not because we're being forced." Bobby sighed, pulling the brim of his cap down over his eyes.
"The foolishness of youth."
"You love me anyway."
"Yeah," Bobby muttered, checking over his shoulder. "Look I can't hang about much longer."
"Get out of here," Dean waved his hand, glancing at the walls of the Sanctuary in case a sentry was there. Luckily it seemed the Saviours weren't that bothered with security. Trusting that the Walkers were enough to keep people out. "Just try and do something for Daryl." Bobby nodded, grabbing Dean's hand through the grill and giving it a squeeze.
"You make sure I don't come back and find you Walker bait." Dean smirked.
"You don't trust me?"
"You know I do, even if you are from another reality, you're still Dean." The younger hunter blinked, trying to push back the tears that spark behind his lids. Bobby ignored his shining eyes, moving back stealthily. "I just hope this boy is worth risking yourself for."
"He is," Dean spoke instantly, but Bobby didn't comment. Already moving away and back towards the Sanctuary, leaving Dean alone. The hunter settled back down when he was sure Bobby was away safely. Turning so that he was facing the Walkers. A few had backed off, but the one that was stretched out on the ground was still clawing at the earth. "You should really try something else," Dean said to it. "I don't think you're going to reach." The Walker growled in response, which Dean sighed at. He really was probably going a little mad. He just hoped Kid didn't do anything stupid that got himself into even more trouble.
With Kid
Kid walked behind Carl and Enid, letting the two older teens have their moment to themselves. They had just kissed, which was totally gross to Kid, but he guessed the two must have liked it since they had both turned a deep red colour in the cheeks. It had been two days since Carl and Kid had shook on their deal to kill Negan and rescue Dean. Kid had wanted to jump right into things, but Carl had been more hesitant, wanting to work out a plan before going in all guns blazing. Kid, once he'd calmed down a little, could see the logic in that and allowed the older teen to call the shots. They both knew they had to find a way to the Sanctuary and with that realisation came the knowledge that no one in Alexandria had that information, including them.
"Who would though?" Kid had asked Carl when they were up in Dean's room on the bed. Eric had allowed the two boys to be up there alone. To happy that Kid was talking to others to really want to upset things. Kid had felt a little guilty at lying to the man that had done nothing but help him since they met. But it was to save Dean, so the guilt was worth it. Carl had frowned, his one remaining eye expressive even with the bandage above it.
"I'm not sure. We don't know a lot about the Saviours."
"They're organised," Kid had said thoughtfully. "And there's lots of them."
"They have the Hilltop under there thumb," Carl had added. "They use them like they plan to use us."
"How long have they been working together?" Kid had asked, to which Carl had only shrugged in response.
"No idea. A while, maybe?"
"Then maybe someone there might know where the Sanctuary is," Kid had concluded.
"How, if we don't -"
"If they've been forced to work for them, they've have longer to try and find out more about them. We'll have better luck there than here at least." Carl couldn't argue with that logic, so the two had set about a plan to get to Hilltop. Kid knew it would be no good asking Eric and Aaron. They wouldn't have wanted him to go and would be suspicious if he asked. The same could be said for Rick and Carl. But when the two boys had seen Enid sneaking out of Alexandria, over the wall, they had thrown caution to the wind and followed. The girl also wanted to go to Hilltop, to see Maggie. The boys had seen it as an opportunity to cover their tracks and had gone with her. So now the three were walking all the way to Hilltop, with only the basic of weapons to keep them safe. Luckily, Enid had come prepared with a map and supplies, and Kid had guessed when he had got a look at the map it would take them only a few hours to reach Hilltop if they kept up a good pace. That had been four hours ago. Kid watched as the two teens wouldn't look at each other after the kiss. He rolled his eyes and looked a head, only to have a grin of his own make its way onto his face.
"Hey, love birds, we're almost there," the two jumped, looking behind at Kid, only to follow his pointed finger to a hill that could be seen through the trees ahead of them. A building barely visible behind the wooden wall surrounding it.
"T-thanks, Kid," Enid stuttered, not looking at him. Carl pulled his hat down low over his face, which only made Kid smirk. They picked up the pace, Kid coming up beside the two teens, falling into step with them.
"Why are you going to Hilltop, Enid?" Kid asked curiously. The girl flinched a little then shrugged.
"I just want to be with Maggie."
"You said that," Kid prodded, side eyeing the girl. "But you didn't say why?"
"I just want to," Enid snapped, Carl looked at Kid, who frowned at the back off look the other boy gave him.
"Alright."
"What about you two?" she suddenly asked. "Why are you going to Hilltop?"
"We weren't until we saw you going," Carl said quickly, which made Enid smirk.
"Your dad will be pissed."
"Yeah," Carl admitted. "Though Eric will probably kill Kid when he finds out he's gone."
"Don't remind me," Kid groaned. Just the thought of what the ginger haired man would do to him when he finally got his hands on him made the boy shiver.
"You doing ok?" Enid asked him, to which Kid frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, with everything with Dean -"
"I don't want to talk about it," Kid cut the girl off before she could say more. She gaped at him, looking as though she wanted to prod further, but Kid caught Carl, placing a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. They lapsed back into silence and they made the rest of the way to Hilltop that way. Surprisingly they were greeted by Maggie and Sasha, when the gate opened to let them in. Though Kid almost wished the two women weren't there as they ripped the three of them a new one for making their way to Hilltop alone.
"What do you think would have happened if Walkers had found you, or even the Saviours?" Maggie growled, Sasha a shadow at her side.
"We could have handled it," Kid said with a glare of his own.
"Your kids," Sasha said.
"So?"
"So, you can't handle anything," the black woman said. Kid wanted to argue back but didn't see the point. They would only end up going around in circles.
"Eric and Rick will be going spare when they find you missing," Maggie sighed. She looked behind her to where Jesus was stood, watching them. "Maybe we could drive them back?"
"It's a bit late for that," Jesus said.
"Tomorrow then," Maggie said, glaring as the three started to protest. "You need to all go home."
"Please, Maggie, let me stay at least," Enid insisted. "There's no one for me in Alexandria."
"I don't -"
"I want to stay with you," Enid said, almost pleading. Kid watched as Maggie shook her head but didn't say one way or the other if Enid could stay with her. They were shown to some rooms, they were made from storage containers, decent if Kid had anything to say about them. Jesus had offered to take Carl and Kid, while Enid went with Maggie. They were fed, during which Kid was able to get a lay of the land as to what was going on with Hilltop. A Walker attack had happened, during which Maggie and Sasha had practically fought them off alone. It had cemented their place as allies of Hilltop and the people of the community were quickly turning to Maggie for leadership. He couldn't be sure, but he was positive that something was brewing beneath the surface. To many of Rick's people were there for there not to be something in the works. After their meal, it was dark so, Kid and Carl bedded down near each other, on mattresses on the floor of the metal container. They stayed awake, though Jesus didn't come in, probably with Maggie and Sasha, the three seemed to be a tight knit group.
"You think Maggie will stay at Hilltop?" Kid asked Carl quietly.
"Maybe. Glenn's here."
"You think their leader will allow that?"
"I don't think it will matter, what with Sasha and Maggie saving the community from a Walker attack."
"That will make a difference?"
"Maybe."
"But something like that won't stop them from sending us back," Kid said with a frown, crossing his arms behind his head. "We need to make a move."
"We can't tonight."
"They're sending us back tomorrow," Kid pointed out. "They do that, and we'll be placed on lock down."
"We'll just have to make sure they don't send us back."
"How?"
"I don't know."
"Well, that's just great," Kid grunted. He heard Carl shuffle next to him, but he didn't turn to look.
"Kid?"
"What?"
"You don't mind that I want to kill Negan?" Kid cocked his head.
"Why would I be?"
"He's Dean's dad," Kid shrugged.
"It's not like you want to kill Dean."
"But he's his dad."
"So?"
"So, Dean might not like it," Carl said, and Kid didn't know how to answer that. Would Dean be pissed that Carl wanted to kill Negan? He was his dad so that was a possibility. But Negan was keeping Dean from him, that wasn't nice, and he killed Glenn and Abraham. Dean surely knew that people would want revenge for that.
"Maybe, but I'm not going to stop you."
"And Dean?"
"I can't stop Dean if he decides he wants to stop you."
"And if I shot him?"
"Then you're dead," Kid snarled, finally turning to look at the one-eyed boy, who was staring at him from his own mattress. They locked gazes and Kid poured every ounce of intent into his glare. Carl held it for a moment, then looked away.
"I guess I can respect that."
"You better."
"We'll figure something out for tomorrow. Try and get some sleep." And with that Carl fell silent. Kid didn't know if he fell asleep or not. He didn't really care, his thoughts were taken up by images of Dean, his face screwed up in pain as Carl gunned down Negan, him turning his fury on Carl, then on Kid for letting the other boy kill his dad. He fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by those nightmares.
It was the raised voices that first woke Kid up. He stirred, stretching arms above his head as his mind brought him back to wakefulness slowly. But it was the hand being clapped over his mouth that really brought him round. The action snapped his mind into action, his eyes opened, and he started to struggle.
"Stop it's just me."
"Carl?" Kid tried to say, though it was muffled by the hand. He flicked his eyes as best he could behind him, to see the older boy hovering over him.
"You need to be quiet." Kid nodded, and Carl released him. Kid raised an eyebrow. Carl jerked his head to where the container door was open, showing the main area of Hilltop. Frowning, Kid crawled closer, there were a few vans and a pick-up truck parked outside. A hard-looking group of men were talking to a man Kid was sure was Gregory, the leader of Hilltop. The man was trying to look unintimidated, but it was failing miserably.
"Who are they?" Kid whispered, as Carl up beside him.
"They're Saviours."
"Saviours?"
"They've come for Hilltops collection. They can't know we're here." Kid looked to Carl and could see the serious look in his remaining eye.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"Come on," Kid was surprised when Carl moved out of the container, slipping out of sight of the main area where the Hilltop residents were gathering. Kid followed. They made their way around, staying out of sight, not that it would do much good. The Saviours were so focused on what they were doing, they weren't paying much attention to anything else. Finally, they had made it to one of the vans. It was an open back van, with the doors only coming half way up, the rest covered by a canopy of some sort. Carl wasted no time in pulling himself in. "Get in."
"What are we doing?"
"This is the best way we have to finding the Sanctuary," Carl explained as he pulled Kid into the van. They moved to the back and quickly started to make a hiding place, shifting some of the produce the Hilltop residents had packed away for the Saviours so that they could hide behind them. Kid saw Carl move something from his back. It was a machine gun.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked.
"Hilltop."
"You stole it?" Kid questioned. Carl nodded. "You don't think they'll notice?"
"By the time they do it will be to late. We should be at the Sanctuary."
"You think that's where they're going back to?" Kid asked as he moved behind a crate and crouched down, Carl followed suit, stashing the machine gun between them.
"Where else would they go?"
"Outpost maybe?" Carl shook his head.
"No, there's too much stuff here. They're taking it back to the Sanctuary. I'm sure." Kid didn't argue, it was the only lead they had and he was willing to take the risk. They stayed silent, listening to the muffled voices of the people beyond the van. Soon the engine started, and the van started to move. The two boys remained still, not wanting to risk knocking anything over and drawing attention to themselves. As they made their way out of Hilltop, the two started to relax. But as they got further away, something moved, and a thump sounded in the back of the van. Kid and Carl shared a look. What was that? Carl motioned for Kid to stay down, then shifted to peek over the crate. It was only a second later that a voice whispered.
"Carl?"
"Shit," Kid heard Carl mutter. Kid tensed, who was out there?
"Carl, what are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here, Jesus?" Carl asked instead of answering. Kid stiffened, what was Jesus doing in the Saviours van?
"I think I asked first," Jesus threw back at Carl, who clicked his tongue.
"I want to find the Sanctuary."
"Why?"
"That's my business," Carl shot back. Kid hoped that his attitude would dissuade Jesus from prodding more, but he wasn't that lucky.
"Where's Kid?"
"Why'd you ask?"
"If you're here, he's probably here. Where is he?"
"I don't know -"
"Forget it Carl," Kid said, coming to his feet shakily, ignoring the scowl the one-eyed boy was giving him. "How'd you know I'd be here to?" he asked Jesus, who was crouched low by the side of the van. A beanie covered his head, but didn't stoop his long hair from escaping, his long coat was wrapped around his knees, so it wouldn't go flying with the breeze that whipped through the back of the van as they sped along their way.
"You came together," Jesus shrugged. "I thought it strange that you came all the way to Hilltop in the first place."
"We were with Enid," Carl argued but Jesus shook his head.
"Not to start with. You just used her as an excuse, seen as you knew your dad would never let you leave Alexandria," he directed the last part to Carl, who bristled under the look.
"Ok, fine," Kid snapped, aiming his own glare at Jesus. "We used her, now we're here. What are you going to do?"
"Not much I can do," Jesus frowned. "Not unless I want to get caught myself."
"Then we leave each other alone."
"The two of you shouldn't be here," Jesus said but Kid scoffed.
"A lot of people are here who shouldn't be, at least we're trying to do something about it."
"Kid," Carl hissed, but the boy didn't care. Jesus shook his head.
"Never thought I'd live to see the day kids spoke like you do. This really is a shit world."
"Yeah it is," Kid agreed and the three of them lapsed into silence. The van continued. Now that he was stood, Kid could see that they were moving along a road that had to be out in the middle of nowhere. There were trees dotted about, but for the most part the landscape was empty. Kid wondered where exactly they were. It didn't look like they were anywhere close to Alexandria. How could Negan be able to stretch his influence so far?
"What are you doing?" Kid shook himself from his thoughts by Carl's question. He looked at the older teen, but the one-eyed boy wasn't staring at him. His attention was taken up by Jesus, who was sat back against the van, a small book in his hands that he was scribbling into.
"Noting all the land marks."
"So, you can track your way back here?" Kid asked. Jesus nodded. "Smart."
"Thanks."
"Why do you want to find the Sanctuary?" Jesus raised an eyebrow, but Kid wasn't cowed, it was nowhere near as scary as Dean's.
"The Hilltop have been living under the thumb of the Saviours for a long time now. I think times are changing."
"You want to fight?"
"We might not have a choice," Jesus sighed. "Gregory won't hear it though."
"Gregory? Your leader?" Jesus nodded. "Get rid of him then." That got the man laughing.
"It's not that simple."
"You could kill him." Jesus's amusement disappeared instantly. He levelled a hard look on Kid.
"You shouldn't say such things."
"Why?"
"Because it's not right."
"I think a lot of people would disagree."
"Who the hell is telling you this stuff?" Jesus muttered, but it was enough for Kid to hear.
"A great man."
"I doubt that."
"Don't you talk about Dean like that," Kid snarled, almost taking a step around his cover to go for Jesus.
"Ok, let's all just calm down," Carl said, grabbing a hold of Kid's shoulder, pulling him back.
"Back off, Carl," Kid snapped, but it had less heat in it than before.
"You need to chill out."
"But -"
"Going off on him won't help Dean," Carl mumbled low in his ears. Kid stiffened, eyes widening. He glanced at Jesus, who was watching the two of them curiously. He grunted, turning his whole body away so he couldn't see the man.
"Fine."
"You do your thing, we'll do ours," Carl called out softly to Jesus, who shrugged.
"I can't stop you. But tell me, he's talking about the guy who claims to be Negan's son?" Carl nodded, and Jesus let out a whistle. "Damn." Again, silence fell on the group of three. It was tenser than before. Kid, getting fed up, sat back down behind the crates, shifting the gun that had moved a little without his weight to keep it in place. Carl stayed standing, watching and waiting. Kid didn't know how long it was until the van started to slow. At the shift in speed, Kid kneeled up and peeked over the crate. Jesus was stood by the back of the van, looking out of the canopy. "We must be close."
"Good," Carl said, reaching down for the gun.
"We should bail out," Jesus said, looking back at the two boys. "Going in now would be stupid."
"You do what you like," Carl said. Kid watched as he gripped the gun tightly in his hands. Jesus stared at them, but it was broken by the sound of scraping metal.
"Shit. Just come on," he jumped out of the back of the van, through the canopy. Neither boy moved, they already knew that they weren't bailing out, not when they we so close.
"You should get down," Kid said, shifting to make room for the larger teen. "We'll wait until they clear off.
"Yeah, right," the one-eyed boy said, though he didn't move to hide.
"Carl," Kid tried to call out, but the van was slowing quickly, coming to a stop completely. The sound of voices came from beyond the van. Kid scrunched down, trying to keep out of sight. "Carl, get down, they'll see -"
"Keep quiet, Kid," was all Carl said, lifting the machine gun up to his eyes. As the canopy on at the back of the van opened, Carl shot. Kid ducked his head and covered his ears. It muffled the shouting and the sounds of a fight. He could just hear Carl calling for the Saviours to bring out Negan, even as he shot off another bullet. Kid wanted to go out to help. He liked Carl, the older teen was fun. But the guy was messing things up, if they go in like this there's no guarantee that he will be taken to Dean, or even if they'll find him if they manage to escape. So, he kept quiet and waited, hands covering his ears. The shouts eventually stopped. Kid moved his hands and listened intently.
"Damn crazy brat!"
"Forget it, you pussie."
"It wasn't you he nearly shot."
"If I was I wouldn't be crying about it."
"Yeah right."
"You think Negan will kill him?" Kid tensed, Negan had been there? He'd taken Carl.
"Who knows. The boss does what he likes."
"Yeah. We still got to move the stuff."
"Leave it a bit, I need a smoke."
"You sharing?"
"Like hell."
"Oh, come on." The voices started to wane. Kid waited until they were gone, then he pulled himself out from behind the crate. Creeping over to the back of the van, Kid peeked through the canopy, trying not to move it too much in case someone was lurking. Luckily, no one was about. Breathing out a sigh, Kid jumped from the back of the van, landing lightly. He was in a courtyard of some sort. A large building with a metal staircase going up the side, loomed above him. Not wanting to stay in the open too long, Kid dashed for cover. Unfortunately, there wasn't much, so he was forced to the side of the large building, quickly creeping around the side away from the courtyard. Once out of anyone's immediate sight, Kid stopped and tried to get his rapidly beating heart under control. He needed to be cool now. He needed to think. Licking his lips, Kid looked about. Dean had always told him to take in where he was, because you never knew what could help or be a pain in the ass to deal with if someone else got to it first. A fence was in front of him, from what Kid could see it ran around the whole building. Turning, he looked up at the dirty, great monstrosity. It was bigger than any place Kid had seen outside of Atlanta. With broken windows that run up the whole thing. Kid wondered what it was before the Saviours moved in. Maybe a factory, not that Kid would know, he'd never seen one before the world went to hell. The metal stairs twisted around the side, there were some landings every now and then, with a secured door. Kid dismissed trying to use them to get inside. No way would they be open. No one was that stupid. But that left him with a problem. Dean was more than likely inside the building. Which meant Kid had to find some way inside. A way that wouldn't get him caught by the Saviours. Shaking his head, Kid blew out a breath. He'd just have to keep moving until he found a way in. There had to be one. Decided, Kid moved along the side of the building, following the fence. Kid took his time, pausing when he came to corners in case anyone waited around them. He pulled free his little silver knife. He knew that if he was come upon by Saviours it was probably useless, but the weight offered Kid some comfort. He also had some holy water, he'd stashed a few small vials in his pocket. Ones he and Dean had prepared, just in case. As Kid stepped closer to another corner, he paused. A noise caught his attention, one that he knew quiet well by now. The moans and groans were unmistakable, along with the creak of something being pushed against. Kid swallowed, Walkers were close. He gripped his silver knife tightly. Hopefully there wouldn't be too many of them. He could deal with them if he had to. He waited at the corner, taking the time to gather himself. Sweat slicked his palms. This would be the first time he'd taken on Walkers without Dean. All of what the hunter had taught him flashed through his mind. He hoped he could remember it all. Make Dean proud. Squaring his shoulders, Kid stepped out from the corner, only to choke on a gasp that escaped his throat. There was a wide empty space before him, kind of like another courtyard, but a bit smaller. There was a door, with a landing, stairs leading down into the courtyard, that ended at the fence Kid had been following. But it was what was beyond the fence that grabbed Kid's attention. Spikes with heads on them, as well as Walkers, some chained to the fence, or other objects that had been stuck into the ground. Some had enough length on their chains to allow them to roam. But they seemed to have gathered around one point. Kid leaned closer, his whole body responding without him really thinking about it. The walkers were gathered around a cage. It was attached to the fence, but was still in the Walker area, so they could get their hands on the metal grill which was the only thing that separated the interior of the cage from the Walkers. And some one was inside it.
"Dean?" Kid's voice was quiet, not loud enough for the man in the cage to hear him, not over the moans. Letting out a shuddering breath, Kid spoke again, this time more of a scream. "Dean!"
"Kid!" Kid's heart sored at the voice he'd longed to hear ever since he had stormed off all those days ago. The person shifted in the cage, trying to look passed the Walkers that surrounded them. "Kid?!"
"Dean!" throwing away caution, Kid raced across the courtyard. Luckily, he was on the right side of the fence, away from the Walkers. He dashed to the cage, gripping at the grill, abandoning his silver knife on the ground, as tears started to fall down his cheeks as he stared at Dean. The older hunter was a mess. His face was pale, with dirt stains on his skin and his hair wild, but he was alive and that was all that mattered to Kid. "Dean! Dean!"
"Kid, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the boy, but that didn't stop him from reaching out and touching the fingers that were reaching through the cage grill.
"I came to rescue you," Kid said it simply, the smile that had broken over his face making his cheeks hurt. He couldn't believe it, he had found Dean. He had found him.
"Kid," Dean started, shifting on his knees, trying to get closer to the fence. "Kid, you shouldn't have come."
"What?" Kid blinked in surprise. "What are you talking about Dean?"
"You shouldn't have come here, Kid," Dean repeated. The expression on his face shifting from one of shock to anger. Kid could only watch as the man he had longer to see for so long, bashed a hand against the cage and snarled. "You shouldn't be here!"
"B-But -"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is? What they could do to you? I thought you were smarter than this?"
"I just wanted to see you," Kid protested, it coming out almost like a wail. "When Negan came to Alexandria -"
"Dad was in Alexandria?" Dean cut him off, but Kid nodded. "Did you talk to him?"
"I threatened him," Kid said, hoping that would get him the reaction he wanted, but it just made Dean scowl more.
"Damn it, Kid," he growled.
"He didn't do anything," Kid said. "Sure, he was going to bash my hand in, but after Aaron told him about us -"
"He's was going to bash your hand in?!" Dean shrieked. Kid's fingers, that were still holding the fence grill were touched and pulled through, to be examined by the hunter.
"I'm fine."
"I don't think so." Dean looked up from the fingers to Kid's tear streaked face. "You shouldn't have come here."
"I wanted to save you," Kid said, though it didn't sound as sure as before. "Dean, I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm so sorry, Dean," Kid muttered, head hung low, not even able to look at the hunter. "I was so mad at you when you left, I didn't even see you off. Then you didn't come back. It was like it was my fault."
"None of this was your fault," Dean denied but Kid shook his head.
"I thought you'd died. When they came back and told us. You weren't there, and I thought you were dead. Then they said you were taken by the Saviours and that wasn't really any better. Everyone was pissed that you were Negan's son, but I just wanted you to come home."
"Kid -" Dean started, but his voice broke off, as though he couldn't speak. Kid took the chance and lifted his head, so that he was looking the hunter dead in the eyes.
"I love you Dean, you're like my dad." Dean just stared back, mouth hanging open. As the silence stretched on a feeling of shame started to well in Kid's stomach. Dean didn't like what he had said, he knew it. He would have said something if he liked it, that's a normal reaction, not silence. Unable to keep staring Kid tried to back up, but his fingers were grabbed. He stilled, head jerking back to the hunter to stare at him. Dean's eyes were shining, but no tears were falling, but it was the most vulnerable Kid had ever seen the man.
"I love you to," Dean mumbled. It was quiet, nowhere near as loud as the declaration Kid had given the hunter. But it was honest and sincere and that was enough for Kid. He smiled, and Dean smirked in response.
"Well, this is cosy." Kid reacted instantly, pulling back, clenching his fists so his nails were digging into his flesh, as his knife was still in the dirt.
"Back off!" he shouted, placing himself before Dean.
"Take it easy son," an older man said. He was large, with big unfitted clothes and a baseball cap on his head. "I come in peace."
"Kid, take it easy," Dean's fingers touched Kid's shoulder, trying to sooth him. "This is Bobby."
"Bobby?" Kid blinked. "The guy we were looking for?"
"Yeah."
"He's a Saviour?"
"I'm a hunter, Kid, same as Dean," Bobby shook his head, though there was a smile playing around his lips. "I just happen to be stuck with the Saviours."
"What are you doing here, Bobby?" Dean asked the other hunter, having stood in the cage to see over the boy.
"Thought I'd come check on you, seen as the Sanctuary seems to be in disorder." He looked to Kid who stiffened under the intense stare. "You don't have something to do with that, do you?" Kid didn't answer, keeping stony faced. Bobby laughed anyway though. "Christ Dean, you sure he's not your boy?"
"He is in the way that counts," Dean said. The words made something warm well in Kid's guts and he forced back the want to smile. "Forget that for now. You need to get Kid out of here."
"That's easier said than done," Bobby rubbed at his cap, but Kid had heard enough.
"No, I'm not leaving without you," he turned to the hunter, who had a grim look on his face.
"This isn't up for discussion," Dean said, but Kid shook his head.
"I came all this way to rescue you. I can't leave you behind."
"You're going to have to."
"Dean -"
"Kid, it's too dangerous for you to be here," Dean said.
"Why?"
"It just is."
"Is it because of the demons? I already hurt one in Alexandria," Kid admitted, hoping that it would ease Dean, but it seemed to have the exact opposite effect.
"You did what?"
"Dean, listen -"
"No," Dean shook his head. "Kid, you need to go back to Alexandria. You think you can get him out, Bobby?"
"I can try, but Marcus barely lets me out of his sight. I think your old man has had a word with him."
"There's got to be a way," Dean said. "Maybe at night, when the sentries are -"
"Now, isn't this precious? The gangs all here." Dean tensed, Kid saw it in the tightening of his shoulders and the way his eyes flicked from where they had settled on Bobby to the looming building he had come from.
"Dad."
"Dean," Kid turned to see Negan. Stood on the landing with the door open that lead into the Sanctuary, Carl at his side along with a group of Saviours. His eyes flicked from Dean, to Kid, then Bobby, his lip curling into a sneer. "Something you want to tell me son?"
"I -"
"I didn't know you were visiting him Bobby?" Negan quickly cut to the other hunter, as he moved to the stairs. Bobby swallowed, moving his cap to cover his eyes.
"I wasn't."
"Really, then I must have misunderstood," Negan came down the stairs, clapping a hand on Bobby's shoulder a little too hard. He passed him, coming closer to Kid. The boy felt Dean shift behind him, fingers touched his back. The only comfort Dean could give him. "Why, hello again."
"Kid was just -"
"I don't want to hear you, Dean," Negan cut in so smoothly and Kid was surprised when Dean instantly clammed up. "Carl never said he brought you with him."
"He didn't know I followed him," Kid lied easily, though it was difficult with Negan hovering above him.
"A real hunter you are then," Negan exclaimed, smiling like a loon. "Did you want to see Dean?" Unable to get his mouth to work, Kid nodded. "After I told you, you couldn't?"
"I -"
"Dad, he's just a boy," Dean said quickly. "Boys never listen."
"Same could be said for sons," Negan's words were delivered so casually that it was easy to overlook the insult, but Dean was quick to shut up, making Kid more nervous. Before more could be said Negan reached out, grabbing Kid by the shoulder, pulling him from the cage.
"Dean!" Kid called to the young hunter on instinct, who was standing stiff shouldered in the cage.
"Dad, wait -"
"Get him out of the cage," Negan directed to the Saviours, who instantly sprang into action. Kid could only watch as Dean was released from the cage, even as he was pushed up the stairs by Negan to stand beside Carl, who looked a little freaked out. Kid tried to catch his eye, but the older teen was looking anywhere but at him. Once Dean was free, he was dragged up the stairs, towards Negan, who watched with that ever-present smug look.
"Dad, what -?"
"Don't worry son, we're just going on a trip. Kind of like a family vacation. Bobby can come to, even Daryl, I know how much you like him."
"Dad -"
"What, you're not happy Dean?" Negan asked, though by his tone he didn't expect an answer. "After all, we're only going to Alexandria."
"Why?" Negan grinned and looked at the two boys.
"The children need taking home."
With Dean
The ride back to Alexandria was tense. Dean, Kid and Carl had all been placed in a truck with Negan at the wheel. Bobby had been relegated to driving the van that housed Daryl. Dean had been forced to hold in a curse when he had caught sight of the crossbowman, before he was placed in the van. His usual tan skin was pale, his hair even more of a mess, covering the obvious bruises and swelling from a beating. Dean, to his shame had turned his face away when the older man had tried to look at him. He couldn't help but blame himself for the man's pain. After all, it was Negan that was allowing Daryl to be tortured. Negan had kept a light-hearted chat going as he drove the truck back to Alexandria, regaling Kid and Carl of stories of when he was a boy. Dean listened with half an ear, to worried that something was wrong, that things were to tense. Quiet a few Saviours had come with them on the trip. Did they really need so many to just take Carl and Kid home?
"You listening Dean?" the question jerked the young hunter from his thoughts. He turned to Negan, who was glancing at him from the driver's seat, the two boys were sat in the back, himself in the front passenger.
"Yeah," he plastered a smile on his face. "Why?"
"You seem a little -" his dad wiggled his eyebrows and Dean shrugged.
"My legs are a bit shaky, probably from the cage." The pointed complaint seemed to wash over his dad as he simply laughed, slapping the wheel.
"Yeah, lots of others said that to. It'll pass." Dean didn't know what to say to that, so he lapsed back into silence, allowing Negan to take back control of the situation, turning to his own thoughts. Something in Dean's gut was telling him something was wrong. He just couldn't think what it could be. His dad had always been hard to read. Dean felt a wave of panic when Alexandria came into view, the metal wall could be seen well before the actual community. His heart skipped a little faster as he thought of the people behind those walls. Eric, Aaron, Rick, Michonne. What would they do to him when they saw him? They had to be angry. He'd lied to them. Or at least, they probably think he lied, what with Negan being his dad. How the hell did you explain that? He could only hope they wouldn't greet him with a bullet to the head. The group drove up to the gate, Eugene was on sentry, he looked positively freaked out at the sight of Negan and was quick to let him in. With the trucks rolling into Alexandria, it was quick to draw a crowd. Dean felt the urge to scrunch down in his seat when he caught sight of Eric and Aaron, along with Rosita and a couple of others of Rick's inner circle. Negan parked the truck. "Time to bail out, fellas," he said before opening the door. Dean took a glance back at the two boys. Carl was already getting out, but Kid was watching Dean, searching his face for any sign of what he should do. Dean nodded and the pair of them got out of the truck.
"Oh my god, Kid," Dean winced at Eric's voice, but he didn't have time to dwell on it as another familiar voice called.
"Dean!"
"Your friends are pleased to see you son," Negan was quick to come to his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Smile son, give your mates a wave." Dean was helpless but to do as ordered, lifting his head to take in the crowd. Most were just surprised that he was there, while others looked disgusted and frightened. Aaron and Eric however, seemed relieved. Both were pale, Eric with his hands over his mouth, while Aaron stood at his side, a hand clamped onto his shoulder. Dean stared at them, forcing a smile onto his face, lifting his hand a little.
"Aaron, Eric," he mumbled, his eyes shifting to look at Negan, but his dad was too busy quizzing the Alexandrian's as to where Rick was.
"What do you mean he's not here?"
"He's out."
"Well get him back here, I need to talk to him."
"Dean," the hunter brought himself back to focus on Eric and Aaron, who had hesitantly stepped a little closer. Eric was staring at him, taking in his rough state. "You ok?"
"Fine." Aaron bit his lip, probably wanting to call Dean out on his bullshit, but didn't dare with Negan there.
"Did you know that these two have been taking care of the boy, Dean?" Negan suddenly told Dean loudly. "That's a sign of good people. Taking in a kid when they don't have to."
"Yeah, dad. But aren't we just dropping the boys off?" Dean asked, hoping that it would be enough to distract his dad away from Aaron and Eric. Negan laughed, making the crowd of Alexandrian's flinch.
"Have to wait for Rick, I need to talk to him. Bobby, let the bowman out!" Dean flashed a look at Bobby, who had got out of the van and was standing uncertainly. After a moment of hesitation, the older hunter moved to the back, opening the door and pulled out Daryl. The crossbowman blinked in the bright sun, the chains that had been placed around his ankles and wrists clinking together. The Alexandrian's twittered, Aaron grunted, and Eric gasped at the sight of the man. Dean guessed for them, it must be more shocking to see him in this state, with the jump suit making him look more like a prisoner. "Bring him. Carl, want to take us to your house?" Carl nodded, and they trooped off to Rick's place. Olivier was in the kitchen she they filed inside, though Bobby and Daryl were left on the street, probably there to look after Judith. The larger lady jumped as they came in, staring in horror at Negan, who was quick to take over the house. He demanded to see Judith, who Carl seemed reluctant to get, but did so any way. Dean and Kid were moved onto the sofa and forced to watch as Negan fussed with Judith. The sight brought memories back for Dean, having seen similar things back in his own reality when Sam was a baby. His dad had always been so gentle when Sammy was little, taking the time to rock him to sleep. Dean had often wondered if he had done the same with him when he was young, because he certainly didn't remember him doing it after his mom died. "This is nice isn't it?" Negan asked, though it seemed to be more to the room at large than to anyone in particular. Kid shared a look with Dean, while Carl just seemed unsure.
"Yeah, dad," Dean answered.
"Reminds me of when you were young," his dad said, staring at Judith with a soft look. The girl had fallen asleep, Dean couldn't help but envy her, being so ignorant of everything that was going on was a blessing.
"Yeah?"
"Hmm," Negan nodded. "I kind of miss that."
"You didn't have any other kids?" Dean asked.
"No," Negan's clipped response made Dean flinch a little, though he didn't once pause in his rocking of the sleeping girl.
"Why weren't you with Dean before?"
"Kid," Dean scolded the boy, sending him a dark glare, but the boy was pointedly not looking at him.
"I lost touch with Dean a long time ago," was Negan's answer. Kid looked fit to ask another question, but a knock on the door interrupted him, much to Dean's relief. "Who the hell -?" Negan started, even as Carl moved quickly to answer it. Dean was shocked to see Spencer Monroe walk in, looking ever bit as cock sure as the cat that got the cream.
"Negan," he said, looking at the leader of the Saviours.
"Who the hell are you?" Negan demanded, a sneer in his tone.
"Spencer Monroe," the young man introduced himself, Negan frowned.
"Is that name supposed to mean something to me?"
"It will do." Dean had to stop himself from gaping at the guys daring. He didn't think Spencer had it in him. The laugh that came from Negan surprised him.
"Well aren't you a ballsy bastard," he said, a large grin on his face. "Oi, babysitter," he called to Olivier. "Take her won't you, darling?" Olivier was quick to take Judith from Negan, dashing up the stairs. Negan turned back to Spencer, who was watching the whole thing silently. "Alright, I'm interested. Let's take this outside. Dean." The young hunter really didn't want to follow, the uneasy feeling was building, something was going to go down, he knew it. The feeling of someone coming up beside him startled him, he looked down to see Kid, who had reached out to grab his hand. The boy's face was grim but determined. Wanting to give the boy something, Dean smiled at him, then tugged him outside. There were a few people hovering around, though Negan was quick to call for his Saviours to gather more of a crowd, along with a pool table. Apparently, there was one in someone's house that the Saviours had left on their last collection. As Dean and Kid came onto the porch, the hunter was surprised to see Bobby and Daryl still outside, the crossbowman still in his chains, though he was whispering with Bobby, though stopped when they came out. Negan didn't seem to care though, having already moved off with Spencer, and an unwilling Carl, clearing a space in the middle of the street as more Saviours dragged nervous Alexandrian's out of their homes for whatever spectacle was going to go down. Dean was amazed by how quick everything was organised, as soon enough there was a pool stable in the middle of the street and Spencer and Negan were playing. Dean vaguely paid attention to the conversation, he already had a good idea of why Spencer wanted to talk to Negan, he wasn't stupid. Spencer hated Rick, and he was willing to play with the devil to get rid of the man. Dean didn't know what his dad would do when Spencer finally got to explaining what he wanted. Would he take him up on the offer? For once, Dean had no idea and it unnerved him. He never once thought that he wouldn't be able to read the man that was supposed to be his father.
"Dean," Kid's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down the boy who was watching everything carefully.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"What are we going to do?"
"About what?"
"Negan?" the question shocked Dean, enough so that he tightened his hand on Kid's.
"What do you mean?"
"Negan, we need to stop him." It was said so simply, but with a resolute expression that Dean didn't know how to feel about it.
"What do you mean?"
"Dean, Negan is a bad man." Dean winced but couldn't deny it, no matter how much he wanted to. "He's killed people."
"So, have I."
"That's not the same," Kid hissed angrily. "You killed people because they were going to kill us. You didn't want to do it." Dean again didn't say anything, letting the words hit him. "Negan's not like that."
"Isn't he?" Kid shook his head. "He's my dad, Kid."
"I know."
"Do you think I should kill him?" that got a gasp from Kid and a tightening on his hand.
"Dean -" Kid cut himself off and Dean was thankful that the boy couldn't answer. Since he had been locked in the cage by his dad, the thought that maybe he would have to do something about Negan had set heavily upon Dean's mind. He knew that the man was not his dad. He'd had to many different experiences, had a completely different life. Hell, he hadn't even raised him and Sammy, did he even think of Dean as his son? Dean turned his attention back to his dad, he was still toying with Spencer, heck they even had drinks, while the crowd watched, like it was some sort of entertainment. Dean saw Rosita and Eugene in the crowd, along with Eric and Aaron, but still no Rick or Michonne. But he could read the expression on most of the faces watching the display. Hate. A lot of hate. These people would never accept Negan, not as their overlord, at least not forever, and where would that get Dean? The Gatekeeper had said that he could save the world, but he couldn't even get people to save each other. What could he do? "Dean, something's wrong."
"What?" Dean blinked, he looked to Kid, who nodded to Spencer and Negan. Dean frowned, watching the two. Negan had come up close to Spencer, right in his personal space, Dean wondered what they could be talking about, when suddenly Spencer gasped, folding in on himself to crumple to the floor. Dean was quick to spot the blood, it came from where Negan had gutted him.
"Oh my god," Kid gasped.
"Don't look," Dean ordered, as the crowd of Alexandrian's had started to scream. Though it was quickly silenced when a shot rang through the air. "Get down!" Dean shoved Kid down onto the porch, but it was pointless as the shot was aimed at Negan, and it only grazed his shoulder.
"Who the hell was that?!" Negan shouted into the crowd, that coward under his growl. "Come on, answer me? Who thought it would be a good idea with take a lucky shot?"
"Dad -" Dean started but was quickly silenced as Negan pulled free Lucille.
"Stay there, son, daddy has to deal with some business now," Dean felt the sting of embarrassment and started forward anyway. However, he was stopped by two Saviours who grabbed him by his arms, forcing him back.
"Best to stay out of his way now," one said.
"Yeah, he might not care that you're his boy if he interfere," Dean opened his mouth to argue, but stopped when he heard Kid shout. He turned to see the boy had also been grabbed, though the Saviour that held him had black eyes. Dean flinched, a demon, and he didn't have any holy water. The demon smirked at him, yanking on Kid, who stared wide eyed at Dean. The hunter offered him a smile, before turning back to Negan, who was still shouting into the crowd. He called one of his most trusted, a woman, whose name Dean was sure was Arat, who started aiming her own gun into the crowd.
"How many of you do I have to shoot to get a confession?" Negan asked, stepping over Spencer, who had long since bled out on the ground. "Maybe I should start with the good people? Eric, Aaron, want to take the fall for one of your own?" Negan shoved some of the Alexandrian's aside to expose the couple, who were clutching at each other, even as Arat aimed her gun.
"Negan, you need to stop." The words had an instant effect on the Saviours leader, and not just him. Dean stilled, heart picking up as he saw Bobby walk towards his dad, his cap down over his eyes. Negan's shoulders tensed, his fingers twitched on Lucille as Bobby got closer.
"What you say, Bobby?" Negan asked, turning to face the other man, though for once he wasn't smiling.
"These people are frightened," Bobby said, still coming closer, even though Dean was willing him to stop. "They're only reacting because they feel threatened."
"Is that what I am Bobby, a threat?" Negan's tone was light, but it was deadly. "I think you have us confused."
"Negan," Bobby started but stopped. He swallowed, then lifted his gaze to meet Negan's head on. "John, please, you don't need to do this." Dean saw his dad's shoulders stiffen. Lucille swung in his grip, getting higher and higher. Dean wanted to say something, anything, but for some reason his voice refused to respond. "Think about Dean." Negan said nothing, though he did lower his head, his eyes shaded so Dean couldn't read his expression.
"I do all of this for Dean," Negan finally said, though it was quiet, gruff. "I do this for all of us. But I'm not sure if you understand that." His lifted his head, a resigned look on his face. "That means I have to deal with you." Dean didn't know if Bobby saw it coming, Dean certainly didn't, but he did hear the crack of when Lucille smacked right into Bobby's head, sending the man down onto the crowd, the front of his face caved in from the force of the blow. "I'm sorry, Bobby, but you're getting in-between me and my son," Negan said as he raised Lucille once again, bringing it down with bloody force onto Bobby's skull.
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