Collide (Supernatural X TWD)

EIGHTEEN

I look back at Rick as he walks through the prison. He is coming straight towards me with a worried expression. My brothers and I got back from our run before he got back from meeting with the Governor. We were able to get more baby formula and diapers for Judith. I also got her a little bunny stuffed animal.

I don't say anything as Rick walks straight up to me. He catches me off guard when he grabs my waist and leans towards me. I stare into his eyes as his lips get closer to mine. He brushes his lips against mine but doesn't fully connected them.

"He wants me to give him Michonne," he tells me in a low voice.

He doesn't have to say who wants Michonne. I already know. Michonne is the reason the Governor lost one of his eyes and the reason is dead daughter is actually dead. The man kept the zombie version of his daughter locked up and Michonne put her down.

I shake my head, "you can't do that."

"I'm not sure what else to do," he points out.

"How can you even trust that he won't attack after he kills her? What is stopping him?" I ask him.

He pauses for a moment, "nothing is stopping him."

"The Governor is sick and we cannot take his word. I don't want to give a woman off to him like she's nothing," I state.

"Okay, Ellie. I'll figure something out," He tells me.

"Thank you," I say with a small smile. I lean up and press a kiss against his cheek.

"Eleanor! Get your ass over here!" I hear Dean yell
for me.

I bite my lip gently before walking away from Rick.

I stop in my tracks once I reach Dean's cell.

"Castiel!" I squeal, running over to my favorite angel.

He hugs me, "Eleanor."

I am even more surprised with who is behind him, "hello darling."

I created a weird bond with Crowley after my dad died. He helped me get revenge on the yelled eyed demon.

I grin and move to Crowley's embrace, "oh how I have missed you two."

"I do apologize for not coming sooner," Crowley says, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Keep the hands to a minimum," Dean tells him, pushing his hand away from me.

"Oh, please. She's like the daughter I never had," Crowley answers, rolling his eyes.

"We haven't figured out how to stop this apocalypse," Castiel begins, "but we have news about your dad."

All three of us stop and stare at Cass in confusion, "what?"

"He's alive," Crowley tells us, "We aren't sure where he is but someone threw him out of hell. I have no idea who."

"I don't understand," I say in confusion.

"After he sold his soul, he went to hell. Someone dragged him from hell and threw him into this mess. We haven't been able to locate him," Crowley tells me.

"He's really alive?" I ask.

Cass nods, "really."

"We have to find him," Dean states the obvious.

"We are in the middle of war here," Sam reminds him.

"That doesn't matter. This is dad."

"We can't leave the group," I say, shaking my head.

"A war?" Crowley asks with a raised eyebrow.

"A man who calls himself the Governor kidnapped me and inappropriately touched Eleanor," Dean explains, clenching his jaw.

"A human?" Cass asks.

"Yes," Sam answers.

"You can kill monsters but not a pathetic human? Tell me where he is and I will kill him myself," Crowley tells us.

"Maybe we should just let him take care of the problem for us," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"How would we explain that to Rick and the others?" Sam asks.

"We can come up with a cover story," Dean suggests.

"Let's just think this through some more," I suggest.

"I am afraid I would have to do this now," Crowley tells me.

I nod, "Only the Governor then."

"Okay, Dove. Only the Governor. I won't go around slaughtering the whole town," Crowley agrees.

I wince at his comment of slaughtering the whole town. I knew those people and couldn't imagine the confusion on their faces on a demon killing them.

"How comes she's called Dove and I get squirrel?" Dean complains about our nicknames.

"She is beautiful and you are, well, a squirrel."

Sam bursts out in laughter at Crowley's response.

"Shut up, Moose!" Dean snaps at Sam.

It was my turn to laugh at my two idiot brothers.

"Let's go, Castiel. We have business to handle," Crowley states.

They don't even say goodbye as they vanish.

"Stupid angels."