A.N. Sorryyyyy I know I haven't posted a new chapter in a few months, but I was really struggling at some point in the story to write the dialogue. I apologize if the story feels rushed at the end, I just really wanted be able to move on to another part of the story in next chapter. I hope you like it anyway! As always, like, follow, reviewwww!

CHAPTER 8

Has it been hours, days, weeks? The Winchesters couldn't really tell how long they'd been trapped in that dark and empty room. They tried to count the days according to how many dog food sandwich they'd been fed, but some days there weren't any. They were both so hungry they barely talked and moved at all. They didn't sleep much either, too afraid of being killed or fed to the walkers while they were asleep.

They tried a couple of times to pray to Cas or Crowley – could you even pray to a demon? – to ask for help, but none of them showed any sign. I'll be in touch, what the hell did that mean? Crowley hadn't contacted them in a long time and Dean knew they wouldn't hear from Cas anytime soon after he had vanished that day. They were still hoping Rick's group would show up at some point, but who were they kidding, now that Rick had Daryl back, why would he bother coming back to save them? They were completely hopeless, but at least they had each other.

One morning – was it even morning? Maybe it was the afternoon? There was really no way for them to tell – the door swung open as a man stood in the doorway. Sam and Dean frowned from the other side of the room as the sun light they'd been craving so much hit their burning eyes.

"Get up!" shouted the man. He had blond hair as long as Sam's and had a small and dirty beard two shades darker than his hair. Half of his face was burned which gave him a shocking and horrible look.

The brothers stayed still, frowning, for not even half a second before the man grabbed them in a hurry and pulled them forcefully by the arm. "I said get up!" he shouted once again as he threw them out of the room.

Once out, they carefully took a look around to find a few pairs of eyes starring at them and whispering. The half burned face man shouted at his people "Nothing to see here, go back to work!" He turned back to the Winchesters "You're gonna eat diner with Negan today. He's ready for you, don't keep him waiting. Oh and I wouldn't try anything if I were you. Don't think we won't change you into one of those thing." He pointed out the window where the brothers could see the walkers outside the fence that Dean had seen when he first got there. Dean swallowed painfully and gave his little brother a meaningful look. Sam sighed in response before the Savior gave them a push through the now empty corridor.

After climbing a couple of staircases and turning into endless hallways, they arrived in what seemed like a dining room. In fact, it must have been only another dark and dusty room of the factory at some point, but they'd put a large table and a few chairs in the center of it, nothing really cozy.

"Ah, finally! The guests of honor have arrived!" shouted Negan with a smile from one end of the table. "I hope you brought your appetite!" he said winking.

The savior gave them a final push towards two rusty chairs on the opposite side of the table.

"Thank you Dwight." Said Negan to the burnt face man, who gave him a simple nod and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Well, isn't this nice? A little Winchester family reunion!" Negan said as he smiled widely and raised his glass in the air, "Let's propose a toast, to…" he seemed to think about it for a brief moment before raising his eyebrows, "Me!"

Negan waved his free hand to the brothers "Well come on boys, don't be shy!"

They gave each other a look, as to say don't you drink that!

"Oh, I see… You think it's poisoned or something. I'm a little hurt that you'd think that of me! Poisoned drinks, huh!" He said almost playfully before his face got as straight as it could possibly be "If I wanted to kill you, I'd rip you eyes out and make you eat them before skinning you alive to make myself a winter coat, now drink the damn glasses."

The Winchesters let out a sigh before taking a small sip of their respective cup.

"There, now, was that so bad?" Negan asked, his smile back on his face. He started digging through the meat on his plate and taking bites as big as tennis balls in his mouth.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean asked out of the blue, starring straight at Negan.

Negan raised his eyebrows in surprise, not expecting Dean to address to him. "Because I'm hungry, dumbass!"

Dean sighed in annoyance. "I meant the Walkers, we know it's you."

Negan smirked and raised his eyes to meat Dean's. "Right. I'm guessing my good friend Crowley filled you in! So nice of him, it must have been such a bummer to be the only ones not in on the joke!"

Dean was starting to get really annoyed by Negan's comments and Sam noticed his brother clenching his fists. He decided to jump in before everything would go south.

"Why are you doing it?" asked Sam as seriously as possible.

Negan's smile grew wide. "He talks! Oh Sammy, I was starting to wonder if a walker bit your tongue off. You have to admit it would've been super cool."

"His tongue is fine, now answer the damn question!" busted out Dean.

Negan looked at him, unimpressed and finally said "Because it's fun."

"Oh yeah, it's hilarious." Answered Dean sarcastically.

"You know we're gonna stop you, right?" jumped in Sam.

Negan smirked. "Yeah, and how exactly are you gonna do that, uh? I mean, unless you expect to stab me with that plastic fork there."

"Oh, don't you worry, we have our plan." Said Dean.

"Right, right, that angel boyfriend of yours. Let me guess, he's gonna burst in here and save you pretty boys' asses? Yeah, how is that working out for you guys so far? I mean, it's been over a week now, and I know for a fact that he didn't come and get you because I'm literally talking to you right now, so where is he, uh?"

There was a sudden flap of wings before a deep and familiar voice was heard. "Behind you, Assbutt."

Negan turned around in surprise as Castiel quickly stabbed him with his Angel blade. The Demon looked at the stab wound in confusion as the angel disappeared from in front of him to reappear behind the Winchesters. He placed his fingers on both their forehead and they were gone in a blink of an eye.