Last Day On Earth |The Walking dead x Supernatural| 2 parts (finished)

Past

They camped out on the side of the road. Dean got medical treatment on his wounds he had sustained during the fight. He took a deep breath. He saw Cole walking with his gun in his right hand. He looked at Janson who stood with two others by a car, looking at a map on the hood.
Janson looked away from the map and he stopped Cole.
"Why won't you talk to me." He heard Janson saying to him.
Dean could see the hate  in Cole's eyes. "Don't you touch me." He growled.
Dean knew that they knew each other from the very beginning. But he didn't not know the story behind both of them. Maybe he'll ask or maybe he don't. He heard them arguing about something, but he couldn't hear the details of their conversation.

They finally finished their conversation and Cole pushed his shoulder against Janson's . He put the gun back in his holster. He looked behind him back to Janson. And then he looked at Dean. Dean sat on a black Audi's hood. Cole saw him sitting on the hood. And decided to walk to Dean. Dean followed his motion with his eyes, Cole stopped with walking.
"What was that all about?" Dean asked.
"You looked pretty angry." Dean added, Cole didn't answer him he just kept looking at the ground. He saw him opening his mouth. But he couldn't find the exact words to start a conversation with Dean.
He just kept standing there like a silly gull waiting for someone to drop some food.
"I knew him before the turn." He said. Dean was relieved he finally spoke, he was bored like hell.
"He was my father in law, and he was also a grandfather."

-Story time-
He made sure he cleared the building, before going to the next.
His radio went off. "This is Demodog 1, we've a suspect in building number 78." Came through.
He pushed on the radio button, "on it." He said.
He turned around, and he left the building. He made his gun ready to shoot. The building was two streets away from him. He made it to the building. It was a office building.
He entered the building with his gun raised, people began to panicked and scream. He ignored the people but it was hard because he wanted to shoot them. But he can not shoot innocent people. He had a mission.
He made it to the elevator. He hated Afghanistan, he always did. He wanted to go back to his daughter and wife.
A man tried to stop him from entering the elevator. He pushed him against his chest. Cole felt anger, he showed the man his gun.
He panicked, "get the fuck out of here." He said to the man. He nodded.
It Cole finished this mission he could go back to his family before Christmas. Cole joined a special group, they did small operations with a few people. The elevator went up. His radio went off again.
"He's on the third floor."
"Copy that."

The doors opened and Cole left the elevator he walked through the hallway. He saw a door on his left. It was half open. He looked through the opening. Nobody. He heard someone approaching from behind. He turned around, he attacked him with a knife. He blocked his arm and he kicked him in his nuts. His attacker fell on the ground. Cole aimed his gun. "Sometimes you need a new start." The man who attacked him said to him.
"Shut up." Cole said and he pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed on the floor.
He looked around, he was out of breath for a few more moments.
He heard a gun shot. He turned his head towards a window. The bullet hits his hand. "Arghh!!!" He screamed. He dropped himself on the ground.
He heard glass breaking a man with gassmask came jumping in to the building. He broke his fall by rolling. He stood up pointing his pistol at his chest. "Hands." He said. The man had a Russian voice.
He held him at gun point.

He showed him his hands. His right hand was bleeding like hell. The man lowered his pistol and he walked around him. He stood behind him.
"You should go back." The man said, "to your family." He added. Cole held his hands raised, "what?" He asked him. The man checked the target's pulse.

'Things are going to change my friend." He said.
———
"I has this target a man. I didn't know for sure what he had done. My captain told me he had killed Innocents and sold weapons to the Taliban."
Cole pulled his glove off his hand, showed Dean his right hand. "I made enemies with a Russian back in Afghanistan.
"I went home after I killed the target and met the Russian hitman."
Dean could see in his eyes he was struggling.
"I came home after a year. I found their bodies. Inside my home. There's a message written with their blood on the floor."
"Was It the Russian dude?"
He shook his head. Dean saw he kept looking at Janson.
"Did Janson killed his own daughter and your kid."
He looked at the ground. "Yep sadly he did." Je said.
"Why didn't you kill him?"
"I tried." He said.
"But he had people working for him." He said.
"They wanted me in their rich assholes organisation."
"And look where I am now." He said.

———
He drove with the car on his property, the car winds over the dirt road. Something felt odd, he saw his wife's car but the tires were flat.
He parked his car next to the his wife's. He got out he closed the car door. He saw that the door was open.
He walked back to his car and he opened the door an took his gun out of the glove compartment. He loaded it, he walked into his home. He held his gun raised. He slowly opened the hallway door to the living room.
He saw a trail of blood. He panicked. He saw two bodies that laid behind the sofa. He felt tears rolling over his cheeks. "N-no." He saw a Something written with blood. New start. He took his phone out if his pocket and he called 911.
He knelt down beside the bodies. He checked his daughter's pulse. Her heart still beats. He took her inside his arms. As he sat down on the ground hugging her, he held her tightly against his body.
"Daddy..." his 6 year old daughter said.
"Darling, daddy is here. Hold on help is coming." He said.
She was moaning in pain. She was shaking in his arms.
She squeezed his hand. "Daddy your back." She said.
"Don't leave again." She said.
"I won't." He said.
"Promise?" She said.
"Promise."

"Daddy make the pain stop." She said.
"I can't." He said.
"I don't want to feel so weird." She said with a shaky voice.
She pointed at the gun he had laid down next to him.
"You need to hold on darling." He cried.
"Please hold on."
"Daddy please make it stop." She said.
He let go of her with one of his arm. He stretched his arm out and he grabbed the gun of the floor.
His hand was shaky.
"Daddy please." She said to him. He squeezed his hand tighter.
He held it in his hand but he couldn't do it.
He could already hear the sirens.