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

HAIL ME

They made it back to Alexandria. Dean got out of the car. Judith got out too. She grabbed her bag.
Dean saw Daryl coming his way. He met his gaze. 'kid still ok?' Dean felt dizzy. 'Yea she is fine.' He said.
Daryl noticed that Dean wasn't clear. 'You drank?' He asked. Gareth had opened the trunk.
Judith took a gun out of the trunk. 'Dean is drunk.' She said. Daryl looked at him with an angry gaze.
'I'm going to sleep.' Dean said. He walked passed Daryl. And looked over his shoulder. At Daryl. Who sighed.
Dean opened the door. And got upstairs to the bedroom. He let himself fall on the bed and then he closed his eyes. Now he's tired. He heard the car leaving. The engine sound slowly went quieter when it came further from Alexandria.
~The next day~
Dean got out of his bed. And took off his shirt. He looked in the mirror. His hair was messy and he has a few... bruises? Dean touched the bruised spot underneath his chest. Arghh... it hurts a lot. He bit on his lip as he touched it again. Still hurts. He can't remember he fell or fought someone. He switched shirts and he walked outside. 'Hey Dean!' Judith said scaring him. 'God dammit.' He said.
'You scared me.' He said.
'Sorry.' She apologised. 'It's fine.' He said. 'You want to eat something?' Judith asked. Dean shook his head. 'I'm not hungry.' He said. Michonne came toward him. 'Dean we need to talk.' She said.
Dean cocked his head. 'What is it?'
She handed him a drawing. 'The whisperers killed someone on the border with this drawing with them. He lived asked me to give this to you.' She said. She gave him the drawing Dean looked at it and froze when he saw what was drawn on it. 'What is it?' Judith asked.
'The Mark Of Cain.' He said.
'What does it do?' She also asked.
'It locks up The darkness. Kind of key.' Dean said
'What is the darkness?'
'Nothing... special.' He said.
Michonne walked away.
'Can you tell me more about it? It sounds interesting.' She said.
'Why are you so scared of the drawing?' She asked.
Dean looked at her. 'I'm not scared of it. I just surprised I see it drawn on a paper.' He said.
'I need to get fresh air.' He said.
'Well you are already outside.' She said.
Dean ignored her and walked to the gate. 'Open it.' The guard nodded. And he opened it for him. Dean took out his gun. As he left Alexandria and entered the forest. After a long walk. He heard a horse. Dean saw it tied up against a three. It bled. 'What happend to you buddy?' He said. To it. He petted it on his head.
Dean looked at the wounds. 'The dead bit you huh?' He said. He cut it loose. And grabbed it by his rope that was around his neck. The saddle was made of leather. Crocodile style. The horse walked by his side. Dean heard someone beg. 'Please no.' He begged.
The guy wore a mask. He stood bowed over the person on the ground. He held a gun in his right hand.
'Hail me.' He said. Loudly enough that Dean could hear him. The man with the mask then pulled the trigger.