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

Chapter 7

The three of you ended up camping at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere for the night. It wasn't much, but it had four walls and roof, so it was better than sleeping in the Impala.

You were curled up on the floor, using your backpack as a pillow while you tried to sleep, but you knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Cas was dead. Daryl was gone... how were you meant to find him?

Dean was lying on the ground beside you, his shoulder touching yours despite there being enough floor space for the both of you to lay metres apart, but you knew he was doing it for comfort.

You laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep, but, you knew Dean wasn't asleep either.

You both laid there in silence while Sam sat on a chair across the room to keep watch, but you knew you should probably take over. You were awake anyway and Sam was probably tired.

But, before you had a chance to even move from where you were lying, a faint noise caught your attention.

You frowned slightly, closing your eyes as you tried to hone in on the noise that was coming from outside. It took a few minutes before you realised what that noise was. Zombies. Zombies were coming.

In an instant you sat up, catching Dean's attention as he grabbed your arm, noticing your sudden panic.

"Whoa. You okay?" Dean quickly asked.

You didn't get a chance to answer before the sound of a car alarm filled the air and it took you way to long to realise that it was the Impala's alarm that Dean had installed.

"What the hell is that?" Sam questioned, frantically picking up his shotgun from the ground as he got to his feet, clearly thinking that some survivor was trying to steal the car, but you knew it wasn't the living that you should be worried about right now.

Dean shot to his feet, rushing towards the door with Sam as you trailed right behind them. But, the second you opened the door you came face to face with another herd of zombies heading right for you.

No.

Not again.

"We need to leave." Sam said.

You stood in the doorway staring at the herd of zombies stumbling towards the truck stop. The closer ones bumping into the Impala while the rest continued to spill out the woods across the road, straight towards you.

"I can't leave Baby." Dean argued about to take a step towards the herd before you and Sam quickly grabbed his shoulders to stop him. "The weapons. All our weapons are in the back!" Dean yelled and you froze.

Shit, he was right. All your weapons minus the ones you had stashed on you, were in the trunk of the Impala, including the ammo for your guns.

You quickly glanced between Sam and Dean trying to figure out what to do. It was a massive herd, but you really needed the weapons.

"It's your call, boys." You said, turning back towards the zombies by the Impala.

"We need the weapons." Sam spoke up, looking over at you and Dean nervously before you just nodded. You let go of Dean's shoulder as you pulled your angel blade out from your boot.

None of you needed to say anything further as your brothers pulled out their guns before you all ran towards the Impala.

You slammed the blade into the first zombies skull with a sickening crunch before you yanked it out and moved onto the next one. You killed zombie after zombie after zombie, the sound of your brothers guns firing rapidly in background, but they just kept doubling in numbers... exactly like the herd you got surrounded by when Cas had sacrificed himself for you... this couldn't be happening again. You couldn't lose anyone else again.