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⌜ chapter twelve ⌟


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"Matt!" Dean calls as he and Rick help the three injured newcomers into the cellblock.

"Carl, get a blanket." Rick quickly tells his son. "Beth, water and a towel." He's carrying Michonne because she passed out just as they made it to the gate.

Rick's trying to help her as Matt rushes over to Sam. "I gotta stitch this up." He says as he looks at the cut on Sam's torso. "Jo, get my kit from my cell. It's under the bed."

"Got it." The blonde says and then disappears into the cellblock.

"What about you? Are you hurt?" Matt glances up at Adam.

"Not as badly as they are." He tells him.

"Who the hell are they?" Daryl questions as he walks out of the cellblock with Jess right behind him.

"Sam?" The blonde gets his attention, and he looks up at her.

"Jess?" The sound of his voice immediately sends chills down her spine.

"Oh my God." She rushes over as he gets to his feet. "You're hurt." She takes a step back when she notices his bloodstained shirt.

"I don't care." Sam says as he pulls her to him, wrapping his arms around her.

"They're my brothers." Dean tells Daryl, looking away from the reuniting couple in front of them. "And...their friend, I guess."

"They said that you were alive, but I..." Jess looks up at Sam. "I honestly lost all hope that I'd ever actually get to see you again."

"How are you..." He trails off, too happy that she is in his arms to care about the how.

"Chuck, er, uh..." Dean clears his throat as he looks at his younger brother. "God."

"What?" He looks over at Dean, confused.

"Yeah, we got a lot to catch up on, Sammy."

"How did you three find us?" John asks as he looks between his two youngest sons, while handing Dean a water bottle. "Holy water."

"I'm not a demon." Sam says.

"Sorry, man. We can't be too sure these days." Dean says as he splashes some water on Sam, then on Adam. "Check her." He tosses the bottle to Rick.

"Let Matt handle them." Daryl says. "Ya'll come on in here."

"Everything alright?" Rick asks.

"You're gonna wanna see this."

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