A.N. FYI, this obviously an AU and to put you a little more in context of what I'm imagining, the Supernatural part is set during season 4-5 ish and The Walking Dead part is set during season 7 ish, though some characters that are dead could be alive and vice-versa. I just mean that some things might not be show accurate, but like I said, it's an AU. Anywayyy, as always, thank you so much for the reviews, likes and follows, I grandly appreciate it!

CHAPTER 4

The Winchesters spent that night at Maggie's house, since no one else trusted them enough to spare them a room. Dean took the couch while Sam slept on an old mattress on the living room floor, next to his big brother. In fact, Sam didn't sleep much. His thoughts kept his mind busy most of the night. He couldn't quite get his head around what was happening. Maggie took some time before they all went to sleep to explain it all. She said they used to think you had to get bit in order to change into one of those things, but they learned soon enough that everyone who dies will eventually turn. The only way to stop it is to aim for the brain, she said. Sam thought about it all night.

Is it somehow like the Croatoan virus? Although those people didn't seem to be just infected, they looked pretty much dead. I mean some of them didn't even have arms and legs anymore. Maybe it had something to do with Heaven and Hell? If there is a problem with the afterlife, then people would kind of be stuck here, you know, since they'd have nowhere else to go. Or maybe there are such things as walkers, just as there are demons, werewolves, vampires, you name it. This is all still pretty weird, even for us. This is big. This is really big.

Sam eventually fell asleep, as his thoughts and questions slowly faded away in his dreams.

Morning Sun had just begun to find its way through the shut living room blinds. The Winchesters were still sleeping like rocks when someone slammed open the front door.

"Rise and shine!" said Rick as he opened the blinds.

The two brothers frowned as the Sun rays hit their newly opened eyes.

"Daryl's waiting for you outside. You'll leave now so you can come back as soon as possible" continued Rick. He was about to step out the front door when he turned around to see that the two man hadn't really moved. "I said now!" he shouted before shutting the door.

Dean groaned "Ugh, what time is it?"

"I don't know, 5-ish?" Sam answered looking out the window. "Come on, let's go" he said before getting up and headed to the kitchen. He found a note on the table where he could read "I packed some food for today. There's hot coffee in the pot. See you when you get back. – Maggie". Sam couldn't help but smile.

"What you smiling about?" asked Dean as he walked into the kitchen.

"Mmh? What..? Nothing!" Quickly said Sam as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"What's that?" Dean asked taking the piece of paper from his brother's hand.

"What? Oh, um, it's nothing.." awkwardly answered the younger brother.

Dean smiled as he read the note. "Aw, Sammy, don't tell me you still have a crush on her?" he said, playfully pushing his brother.

"What? No!" said Sam, blushing slightly.

"Oh, come on! You've always had a crush on her, don't lie to yourself!" said Dean, still grinding.

"No I didn't, shut up!"

Dean chuckled softly "Fine, whatever you say Sammy. But if you ask me, you can't go for a chick with shorter hair than yours, it just wouldn't work."

"You're such a jerk, Dean" Sam said with somewhat of a hurtful and annoyed look on his face. He grabbed the bag Maggie had packed for them and got out the front door.

"Oh come on Sammy, don't blame me for your sexual frustration!" Dean shouted as Sam slammed the door. He was still smiling, pretty pleased with himself, before he laid his eyes on the coffee pot on the counter. He grabbed it in a hurry and drank directly from it before getting his duffle bag on the couch and joining his little brother outside.

"Come on, I ain't got all day!" said a man waiting by a nearby tree. He had long and dirty brown hair, which hid most of his slightly closed eyes. His clothes were as dark and dirty as the rest and he had a cross bow hanging on his back. He started to walk fast towards to sliding front door of the town. Sam jogged a little to catch up with him.

"Hey! You must be Daryl? I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean" said Sam, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Daryl simply looked at him with his half opened eyes for a moment, chewing on what seemed like nothing, before he talked again.

"We're gonna cross through the woods, it'll be faster. If you see any walker, take your knifes. Guns just gonna drag more of 'em." Daryl said as the gates closed behind them.

Dean sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I think we can manage a few walkers, thanks."

"Mm, we'll see about that" groaned Daryl, unimpressed.

The three men started their journey through the woods as the Sun was still burning low in the Virginia sky. Daryl was walking far enough in front of the Winchesters so they could talk without him hearing.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked his brother, clearly seeing that something was on his mind.

"I'm fine" answered Dean abruptly.

"Dean, come on, I've been studying you my whole life; I know when something's bothering you!"

"I said I'm fine, Sam."

Sam frowned. "You're thinking about him, uh? Cas?"

Dean stopped breathing. He could hear his heart break just by the sound of that name. Cas, he thought in a sighed, firmly closing his eyes in pain.

"I'm worried too, you know" Sam continued, as his brother didn't give him an answer. "I mean he..."

"Sam!" Dean snapped. "I said I'm fine. Why can't you just let this go?" he said before storming off, passing Daryl on its way. It was true; he was worried as hell about Cas. In fact, he hadn't stopped thinking about him since this all started. He'd been praying day and night, waiting for some sort of sign, waiting for anything to know he's alive, to know he's safe. But the thing is, he had to appear strong in front of his little brother. He couldn't let himself feel anything, not at times like this. His father always thought him to be fearless, and he knew that's exactly what he had to be to keep his brother safe. He couldn't let his emotions get in the way, even though it broke his heart just thinking about the angel, his angel. Oh Cas, where the hell are you?

As Dean was now walking fast ahead of the two others, Daryl turned to Sam, confused.

"What's with him?" he asked.

"Mmh? Oh um, nothing, I don't know..." mumbled Sam awkwardly.

Daryl kept on chewing on whatever before he spoke again. "He's your big brother, uh?"

"Yeah." simply answered Sam.

"Mmh. I had a brother too, his name was Merle." Daryl said with somewhat of a nostalgic voice.

"Yeah? What happened to him?" asked Sam curiously, before adding quickly "Um, if you don't mind me asking."

"He turned... and I killed him." Daryl answered in a cold way.

Sam's eyes grew wide and it hit him. He hadn't really thought about walkers as once human. He hadn't thought about them as someone's father, someone's daughter, or someone's brother. He looked at Daryl with such compassion. "I'm so sorry..." he said. "I-I can't think of anything worst, really."

"Mmh" groaned Daryl in response. "Listen, you gotta know that we were a lot more people when this all started, and we got even more people along the way. But everybody's dead and here we are, working our asses off to get a hold of a gun or two, trying to stay alive for a little while longer. But for what? Uh? For this crap? This, all of this is pure shit!" he said, starting to scream at the world, before his speech got cut short by groans coming their way. It seemed like Daryl's little monologue had drawn a few walkers' attention.

Sam took out Ruby's knife, which he always had on him, ready to stab anyone and anything in the brain, but Daryl was faster and managed to shoot three arrows in no time, which all went directly in the walkers' heads

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Wow! You're really good at this" he said, impressed.

"Yeah, gotta be" answered Daryl as he grabbed his arrows from the walkers' sculls.

As the two men had stopped, they hadn't noticed that Dean hadn't waited for them and was now out of sight. Daryl took a quick look around before asking "Where's your brother?"

Sam's expression rapidly changed from calm to panic as he started to turn his head in every direction possible, trying to find his brother.

"DEAN!" he shouted through the forest. "DEA-!" He started to yell again before Daryl quickly placed his hand over the tall man's mouth.

"Would you shut up? We don't wanna drag any mo' of 'em around!"

Just as Daryl said that, approaching footsteps on the fallen crunchy autumn leaves were heard.