Welcome to The End ( Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader )

Chapter 5

You laid on the unfamiliar mattress staring up at the ceiling, listening quietly to see if Dean and Cas' argument was finish before getting up.

Slipping your boots back on, you walked out your room and came face to face with Cas, who had just stepped out of Dean's room after their heated argument.

"You heard all of that, didn't you?" Cas asked, but by the look on his face he already knew the answer. "Still think he feels the same way about me?"

"Yes, but... just... just give him some time." You suggested and Cas sighed, but nodded.

Suddenly, Sam's bedroom door opened across the hall as he stepped out, but froze when he saw you and Cas standing there.

"Everything alright?" Sam asked, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Yeah, was just telling Cas that we should go back over the map, figure out where to go next." You lied and to your relief Sam bought it.

"Good thinking. We should probably hit the road today. The more time we waste, the less chance we have of finding anyone." He responded before he turned away and walked downstairs to go over the map again.

"Thank you." Cas sighed, bringing your attention back to him.

"You helped me keep Daryl a secret from Sam and Dean for months, it's the least I could do. C'mon, let's help my brothers get a plan in motion." You said and Cas nodded in agreement.

You spent the following few hours figuring out where to go next and in the end you had somewhat of a plan formulated. You were going to go to Daryl's first, his small town was the closest to your current location. Then, you'd head north to Minnesota to find Donna, then to South Dakota for Jody and the girls, but that was as far as you'd planned.

There were holes in the plan though. So many damn holes and 'what ifs' to even count, but it was the only plan you had, so you were going to do it.

You just hoped that none of your friends had ventured too far and were still alive and surviving near their old homes, otherwise... well the chances of finding your friends, the chances of finding your boyfriend would be nearly impossible.

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Then...

You sat in the back of the Impala while your brothers argued about what to do about the Mark of Cain and you were sick of hearing them fight.

You wanted to put your headphones in and block them out with music, but you had left them in the bunker. Rookie mistake.

So, instead you shot off a quick text to Daryl asking what he was up to. It had been a while since you and Daryl had seen each other. With the whole Mark of Cain thing, you hadn't been able to visit and you refused to let him come to the bunker, not wanting to put him in danger if something happened.

-Hey, not much. Merle's driving me fucking crazy though.

You smiled softly at his quick reply before you started typing your own.

-What's he done now?

-Gave himself a black eye with can opener. He's wasted.

You rolled your eyes and had to stop yourself from laughing out loud after reading that. His brother was always doing stupid shit, especially while drunk.

-Wish I could have been there to see it.

You glanced up from your phone to find Dean eyeing you through the revision mirror, but he didn't say anything to you before he focused back on the road. At least him and Sam weren't at each other's throats anymore.