A.N. Hi guys! I'm kinda still trying to figure out where this story is going, so I'm leaving you on (sort of) cliff hangers until I do lol. Anyway, like, follow and REVIEW! :)

The Sun was slowly starting to go down over Virginia and it was only a matter of time before Maggie would wake up the Winchesters to meet up with Rick.

Maggie was in the kitchen, washing some clothes in the sink when she heard foot steps approaching behind her. She turned around quickly and smiled as she saw Sam coming from the living room. He didn't look well rested at all, but then again, nobody did with all this chaos.

"Hey," Sam said with a smile.

"Hey! Were you able to get some sleep?" she asked, laying the clothes on the rack to let them dry.

"Yeah, a bit." He said settling down on one of the wooden chairs around the dining table. "Dean's still asleep, didn't want to wake him yet."

"Yeah, it's fine, we don't have to leave for another 15 minutes or so." She said, flashing a reassuring smile. "You hungry?"

Sam smiled back. "Not really, thanks."/

She was about to sit down on one of the empty chair beside him when she noticed Sam's split forehead, that must've been there since the car crash they had the day they got in Virginia.

"We should take a look at that." She said, pointing at his face.

Sam raised his hand to his forehead. "Oh, no, I'm fine, don't worry!"

"No, come on, let me clean it up." She said reaching her hand out for Sam to take it.

Sam looked at her hand for a few seconds before he took it and followed her up the stairs to the bathroom.

Sam sat on the closed lid of the toilet while Maggie searched for a first aid kit under the sink cabinet. She took out some antiseptic towelettes and pressed it gently against Sam's cut, who flinched in pain.

"Sorry." She said.

Neither of them said another word for a while. Maggie was concentrating on her task, while Sam was starting to feel sort of weird. He didn't know if it was because of the pain caused by the blood rushing to his head or because Maggie was standing so close to him. Sam wasn't like his brother, he never quite knew how to deal with those sorts of situations. The sort of situation where a girl you like is standing inches away from you. He was feeling more and more awkward with every passing second and he knew he needed to break the silence.

"You know," he started to say before he slightly laughed, "I kinda used to have a crush on you."

Maggie raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"But I kinda hated you at the same time," he continued with a confused look on his face, "which is weird when I think about it."

"Really?" Maggie laughed.

Sam looked at her with his usual puppy eyes. "You've changed…" he said, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah, Hell tends to do that to a person…"

They both stayed still for a moment, simply looking at each other, before Sam leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against Maggie's.

They kissed for a few seconds before Sam stopped, feeling that something was definitely off. He moved his head back and saw that she was crying.

"Oh my God, Maggie, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to -" Sam quickly said, putting his hands on each side of her face.

"No, no, it's not your fault," Maggie interrupted, crying even harder, "I just – I miss him so much!"

Sam looked at her, as confused and helpless as ever. "Who?" he asked.

"Glenn…" She said with difficulty, still sobbing. Saying his name out loud hurt her more than she would've thought. "He was my husband." She managed to tell Sam in between sobs.

Sam looked at her with such compassion. He knew too well how it felt to lose the person you love. With time, Sam had managed to move on from Jessica, but he never truly forgot her.

Sam knew better but to ask her what happened, with the state of the world, he guessed it must've been bad. He knew there wasn't anything he could say that would make her feel better, so he simply threw his arms around her and hugged her until she calmed herself down.

A moment later, Dean walked sleepily in the bathroom, rubbing his eyes before he laid his eyes on the scene happening before him.

"Am I interrupting something?" he said with a smirk.

Maggie jolted her head back in surprise and dried the remaining tears out of her eyes.

"No, no, hum, we should get going, Sun's almost down." She managed to say, looking at her feet to avoid any eye contact, and quickly left the bathroom.

Sam looked at his brother with a stare that meant everything. He didn't have to tell Dean how much of a jerk he was, the look on his face spoke for itself.

"What? What'd I say?" asked Dean, who hadn't expected that sort of reaction from the two of them.

Sam gave his brother one final look and angry sigh before he followed Maggie down the stairs and out of the house.

Dean got out shortly after and the three of them walked purposefully to the meeting spot.

The evening was particularly warm for that time of the year. A few people were hanging out on their porch to enjoy what must be one of the few moments of peace and quiet they had. Maggie and the Winchester Brothers made their way through the streets as everyone stopped what they were doing to watch them, which made Dean slightly irritated. They saw Rick and few of his people gathered at the meeting spot, right as the Sun was hiding behind the houses. They all gave each other a silent nod before Rick was the first to speak.

"Alright, you're here. How about we have that talk now?" he said.

"Yeah, of course, whatever you want to know." Answered Sam, trying to sound as helpful as he could.

There were a lot of things Rick wanted to talk about, but there was really one question that bothered him ever since they had traded Dean for Daryl a few days ago.

"You need to tell me what the hell that was at the Sanctuary." Rick said in his deep and serious voice.

"Yeah! We heard you call him Dad" someone among the group said.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before Dean sighed, knowing this was going to be one hell of an explanation.

"Negan is a Demon," he started as a few people gasped and started chatting, "and he's wearing our dad's meat suit."

Everyone was now staring at the brothers, as if a demon possessing a body was that much more strange than dead people walking the Earth, which made Dean roll his eyes, annoyed that they always had to convince people of the truth.

"What?" quickly said Rick in confusion.

"Our dad, John Winchester, he, hum, he died about three years ago." Started Sam.

"Sold his soul actually." Interrupted Dean.

"Yeah, he made a deal with the Demon that killed our mother to save Dean's life." Continued Sam.

"Yeah, normally you get 10 years," interrupted Dean once more, shooting a side-eye look at Maggie, "but our Dad wasn't so lucky."

"Dean! Would you just let me tell the story!" burst out Sam, annoyed by all the interruptions.

Dean's eyes grew wide and he raised his hands in defense, not saying another word so that his brother could carry on.

"Right," continued Sam, "so our Dad was sent to Hell, and that was the last we heard of him."

"Until now." Said Dean, as Sam gave him a killer look.

"What do you mean?" asked Rick.

"Man, I was as surprised as you are. We had no idea what our Dad was doing in the middle of Virginia or if it was really him and what the Hell that meant." Answered Dean.

"But Crowley came by when we were locked up and explained everything." Said Sam.

Rick frowned. "Who's Crowley?"

"Oh, he's another Demon, King of Hell actually." Casually answered Dean.

"He said he could help." Said Sam.

The chatters started again as Rick tried to calm everybody down.

"You're saying you want us to work with a Demon?" he asked.

"Yeah well, sometimes you gotta team up with the bad guy to take over the bigger bad guy, right?" Dean answered.

"Is he the one who got you out?" asked Michonne, who had just walked up to stand next to Rick.

"Oh, no, that, hum, that was Castiel." Answered Sam.

"Cas-tiel?" repeated Rick with a clear look of confusion on his face.

"Yeah, you know, about yeh high," said Dean, holding his hand up, "dark hair, wears a trench coat? He's an Angel."

Surprised gasped were heard as Father Gabriel spoke

"Angel?" he repeated with a voice full of hope.

"Yeah, but don't get your hopes up Father, most of them are dicks. Actually, Cas is pretty much a dick himself most of the time." Answered Dean, rolling his eyes at the thought of Cas leaving him earlier.

"Angels aren't real" Said Rick.

"And I bet a few months ago you would've said the same thing about walkers, yet here we are, right?" replied Dean with a sarcastic enthusiasm.

Rick frowned, starting to get really annoyed by Dean's attitude.

"So, what now?" asked Maggie.

"What do you mean?" answered Dean.

"I mean, how do we take down Negan?"

"Well, that's the problem, we don't really know… Yet." Said Sam.

"We're still waiting to hear from Crowley." Said Dean.

"And when will you?" asked Rick, sounding pretty urgent.

"Well, we don't…" Started to say Dean before Sam grabbed him by the arm to take him a little aside from the group so they could talk without anyone hearing.

The whole group stared at the brothers, only hearing parts of the conversation./

"Dean, how about we…"

"No, I mean, he won't…"

"But what if we…"

"Sam, come on, you know he'll just…"

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's…"

"Alright, how about we just…"

"Yeah alright, let's try that."

"Alright," said Dean, louder so the rest of the group would hear, "we'll try and summon him, but since we have nothing to do so, we'll just have to try and talk to him and hope he shows up."

"Wait, you want to summon a Demon here?" asked Father Gabriel with concern in his voice.

"Don't worry Father, Crowley's not to worry about… I think." Sam said.

"Didn't you just say he was the King of Hell?" Father Gabriel asked.

"Look, if anything was to happen, I promise I'll act as a human shield and save your holy ass, but until then, he's pretty much all we got." Dean said.

Father Gabriel didn't look convinced at all, and neither did the rest of the group, except Maggie.

"Alright, well, make him come." She said.

Dean looked at her with a smile, amused by the double meaning of what she had just said, but Maggie just frowned in response and Dean quickly understood that they didn't have time for his immature crap.

Dean cleared his throat, closed his eyes and started taking, not really knowing what to say, but hoping he'd find along the way.

"Hum, Crowley, I know you said you'd be in touch, but we kinda need your help, like, now."

Everyone was holding their breaths. Dean opened one eye, waiting for something to happen. They suddenly heard his voice echoing through the air, although Crowley was nowhere to be seen.

"I didn't quite hear the magic word!" He said, clearly mocking Dean.

"How about you get your Scottish ass in here and I don't stab you in the eye with a spoon full of holy water, how's that for a magic word?" Said Dean annoyed.

"That's not it!" Answered Crowley's voice.

Sam stepped in, knowing his brother was too pissed to get them anywhere. "Come on Crowley. Please…"

"There, was that so hard?" echoed Crowley's voice from behind the group, who all turned around with a gasp of surprise as a few of them aimed their weapons at him. "Hello boys." He said as Sam and Dean made their way through the crowd. He took a quick look around and spotted Maggie amongst them. "Ah! Some familiar faces, I see…" He said with a crooked smile, as people turned to look at her. "Now," he started a little louder, "let's talk business, shall we?"