Chapter Text
THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE
INTRO
Dean and Sam had been so wrapped up in their current case, that they completely missed the first signs of the outbreak.
They where hunting down a nasty Shape-shifter and the damn thing decided to go hiding in the woods at one point. Eight stressful days later they finally got that creature killed and headed back to civilization Only that there already was not much left of it…
When the Winchesters hit a city for the first time it got pretty ugly, but of course, growing up dealing with evil monsters and demons and shit, helped them a lot. Due to their training they made it out of there in one piece.
Days, Weeks and then even Months passed, the two brothers made their way through the country, trying to figure a way out to solve this mess, but of course, there was none.
They where on a little town, stopping for supplies when they ran into Daryl, literally, well at least Dean did. For a few long moments it was not very likely that any of them would survive this encounter (Daryl was not alone, and everybody was quite on the edge with their nerves).
Guns where drawn (and of course a crossbow) and threats where screamed.
Then the horde attacked.
A huge horde.
The sudden appearance of a common enemy let them forget about their little issue, and together they ran, occasionally shooting a walker, into the nearest building.
Dean was the last one to reach the house, but when he wanted to enter it, there was Daryl, blocking the entrance, crossbow raised and the coldest look Dean has ever seen frozen on his face. Before he could raise his own weapon the trigger was pulled. But the expected pain never came. Instead he heard a gargling noise behind him, followed by a something hitting the ground.
When he turned around there was a walker laying three feet behind him. Chills flooded through his body and his eyes opened in shock. That damn thing had been way to close for his taste, and he hand´t even heard the fucker.
Then he was roughly grabbed by the arm and yanked into the house.
The door was slammed shut.
The hand still rested on his arm.
Their eyes looked and an eternity passed.
That was the moment when Dean realized that he was screwed.