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Also this doesn't quite marry up with the timeline on the show so if it deviates a lot then forgive me, it's an alternative scenario

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Chapter 5

Zoe's glassy blue eyes met Sam's dead on, her expression even, unwavering, her voice a hoarse whisper, "it's a blood bond."

"A what?" Dean hissed.

"A blood bond, it means whatever happens to," she couldn't look at either of them directly, "my brother, happens to me."

"Brother?" Sam's voice was incredulous, his eyes wide, "you have a brother?"

"Come on Sammy you know this," Dean sighed.

The look his little brother shot him made him do a double take though, Sam appeared as if someone had just told him he only had three days to live.

Zoe looked to Sam, her blue eyes pensive as she spoke, "Sammy, do you know what I am?"

He glance towards his older brother, feeling very much like everyone was judging him before looking back at Zoe and shaking his head, "I've obviously missed something incredibly important here, so enlighten me."

Dean sat back on his haunches, his hand running through his hair before falling onto his knees. John had hidden a lot of things from Sam and Dean could understand why, on some level, he had felt the need to. For the most part though Dean had disagreed with the way their Dad had conducted varying aspects of their lives but he had never been able to say anything about it. For the better part of their years together though Dean had always been as honest as he could with Sam, though there were times when that proved to be far more taxing than it should have been. This was one of them.

"Zoe has a twin," Dean began, though couldn't seem to get the rest of his sentence out.

"'Two children born of Heaven and Hell, brought together by the converted. Raised on Earth to be human, but doomed to choose the fate of those that remain,'" the words sounded as though Zoe was reciting some sort of Biblical passage, though Sam knew there was nothing in the Bible that mentioned children born of the converted or having to choose people's fate.

"Converted? What are you talking about?" Sam shook his head and sat back, his arms folded across his chest.

"My brother, Tobias, and I were born to an atheist woman. She had been trying to get pregnant for some time but nothing worked. IVF treatments, natural conception, everything. Her husband left her for another woman after five years of trying to conceive," Zoe let out a ragged breath, "then about three years after she gave up she had a car accident, a massive one, lacerations, broken bones, organ damage, the works. Somewhere between her having the accident and being in the hospital on life support, we were implanted. No medical practitioner could explain it. It was a miracle as far as they were concerned. Of course Heaven and Hell didn't pay much mind to what medical practitioners said. We were their spawn, and that was all that mattered."

The rest of the church had fallen completely silent, all eyes on the three at the back of the room.

"What're you saying, your some kind of angel or something?" Abraham's words cut through the space like a knife.

Zoe glanced up, the group's faces illuminated by the dim flickering lights of the candles, "no, I'm not an angel. I'm what you would call Nephilim, half angel, half human. My brother is a Cambion, half human, half demon."

"You're kidding me right?" Glenn stepped forwards, his eyes shimmering in the yellow haze, "you're not seriously trying to tell us that angels and demons exist?"

"Of course they do, they are God's creation, he is watching over us and has sent these angels to help us," Gabriel stepped in.

"No," Dean rose to his feet, "there is no God anymore; he's gone. He hasn't been here for quite some time in fact."

The Priest looked like someone had just slapped him in the face, "no, he can't be. He's been answering my prayers…"

"Look around you man!" Dean's voice echoed around them, "Your prayers haven't been answered, you've just been lucky, or so pathetic you were too scared to make a move and never had the chance to be hurt. He's not protecting you at all, you just haven't woken up to that yet. You're on your own here. Your so called God is MIA."

"All you've done is created a safety pocket in the middle of Hell," Abraham added his gaze stern.

"Wrong," Sam pushed himself up to stand by his brother, helping Zoe to her feet as he went, "Hell is nothing like this place. This is a goddamn funfair in comparison."

All eyes fell on the three of them as they walked into the light and closed the gap between the two groups. It was Maggie that spoke first though.

"Are you tryin to say that, that," she paused trying to work out how to say what she wanted, "that Hell actually exists? That you've been there or something?"

The three exchanged a harrowed look, none of them wanted to talk about their time in Hell, it wasn't exactly something they rejoiced in remembering.

"All you people need to know is that there are things out there that are much worse than zombies," Zoe said holding Maggie's gaze. The woman stepped back a little, her hand lacing with Glenn's at her side.

"Enough. I want straight answers," Rick hissed, his body tensing as he spoke, "I want to know exactly what it is you people do, who you are, why you're here and why the Hell we shouldn't just throw your asses out to the walkers right now?"

Dean's shoulders rolled back, his body almost inflating as he squared himself off against the group's front man, "we're the ones that hunt the monsters even your worst nightmares couldn't conjure up. We stop those blood thirsty fuckers that would bleed you dry in a second. You think walkers are bad? You haven't seen anything yet. We do more for you people than you will ever realise. That's what we do. We are family, a family of hunters with a very specific skill set, that's who we are. We're here by chance and believe me, we don't want to be here any longer than we absolutely have to be. The answer to the last question is up to you, throw us out if you want I don't give a rat's ass, it'll be your lives you waste in the end."

Dean turned back to face Zoe, his eyes ablaze behind the heavy shadow on his face, "you and I are going to talk about this later."

Before Zoe could respond though Sasha was interrupting them, "Wait, where's Bob?"

Everyone glance around the room at the same moment. The Winchester's had seen Daryl take off outside after Carol, but they hadn't seen Bob take his leave.

"Daryl and Carol aren't here either," Carl added, a sleeping Judith cradled against his chest.

In that moment as Dean turned to face the group dead on his green eyes met Rick's in the golden glow of the room. There was a shared ferocity in them that hadn't been only moments before, an unspoken sort of understanding passing between the two of them as they both rounded on the Father together.

"Where are our people?" Rick hissed as Dean slowly unsheathed Ruby's knife from his belt.

"I don't…" Gabriel stammered, "I don't know."

"Wrong answer."