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

Chapter 17

"Well, what do we have here?" Dean questioned, a grin forming on his face as walked out the building, his eyes flashing between the three of you.

"Look's like they're trying to escape." The other man stated, pulling out a knife as another man walked out the door with a handgun raised.

You saw Daryl out the corner of your eye, kneeling down beside Joey's body and you knew he was picking up Rick's gun, but you couldn't let him kill your brother.

"Wait, Dean. You don't have to do this." You quickly said, taking a step towards him, raising your hands slightly in surrender, but your brother just shook his head.

"Yeah, I do." He responded, pulling out a knife that very familiar.

It was your angel blade.

"I'm your sister. Please, you don't have to do this. Just let us walk away, please." You begged, staring desperately at your brother who just stared right back at you, but it wasn't your brother. This wasn't Dean.

"Sorry sweetheart, not gonna happen." He stated as he stared march towards the group of you, the other man right beside him with his knife raised.

Jesus immediately took on the man with the knife, fighting hand to hand, but you kept your attention on your brother.

"Dean-" You stared to say before a gunshot filled the air and the man beside your brother dropped to the ground with a bullet between his eyes.

You didn't even have to turn around to know that Daryl had fired Rick's gun.

Dean seemed a bit taken back by the sudden gunfire, his attention being purely focused on you he didn't even realise Daryl had the gun before he turned his attention towards your boyfriend, his expression hardening.

"Son of a bitch." Your brother growled, pulling out a gun from behind his back and aiming it at Daryl.

"No!" You screamed, rushing towards your brother and knocking the gun from his hand.

You learnt how to fight from a young age, but the problem was, Dean was the one who had taught you to fight, he knew all your moves before you could even make them.

You didn't get the chance to do anything else because in a blink of an eye, Dean had you pinned up against the wall, your angel blade pressed up against your throat.

"Y/N!" Daryl shouted, but you quickly held your hand up, silently telling him to stand down as you stared at your brother.

"Dean, this isn't you. Please." You begged, gently grabbing his forearm.

Dean glanced down at your hand before looking back at you, the angel blade to your throat wavering slightly.

"Finish her! I need help!" The man Jesus was currently fighting shouted and just like that, your brothers eyes hardened and you knew you had lost him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, your hand tightened around his arm, using your super strength.

Dean hissed in pain, dropping the blade before you slammed your fist into the side of his head, your super strength coming in handy as you watched your brother fall to the ground unconscious.

You took a step back, staring down at your brother passed out on the ground before you picked up his gun and your angel blade before you turned back to Daryl and Jesus who had dealt with the last guy.

"Let's get out of here. Everyone would have heard those shots." You said.

Daryl looked like he wanted to say something as he glanced down at your brother, but decided against it and nodded before the three of you rushed over to the motorcycles.