Confessing the truth behind the apocalypse turned out to be harder than you thought. You begged your family to listen to the whole story before making any comments. They agreed, so, you took turns with the Winchesters to narrate it. First, you told everyone how you met them; how you really met them, with witches, magic and ghosts involved. There were a lot of raised eyebrows and amused snorts, but you never stopped until you were finished. Shortly after, the brothers started to explain how the apocalypse came to occur, they didn't want to give time for everyone to question the supernatural before diving into the matter at hand. They explained briefly their life as hunters since they were children. Then, they talked of the seals breaking. Though, you noticed that they left out the part where they were to blame for jump-starting the apocalypse, like Dean going to hell and Sam killing Lilith. Finally, they answered the unasked question about how to stop the current situation when they explained they needed to find the Colt and to kill Lucifer. When they finished, the room was quiet. Everyone was still processing what they have heard, or questioning you and the Winchesters' sanity. Surprisingly, Father Gabriel was the first to speak.

"The Lord wanted to test us for our previous actions..." his religious rambling didn't help with the growing disbelief you saw in your group's eyes.

Sam and Dean tried to explain that God had nothing to do with the apocalypse, that it was all the angels and demons doing, but her father Gabriel didn't listen to a word they said. As for the rest, you could see, sadly, most of them were reluctant to accept the truth that you told them, and rightfully so. If you were them, you wouldn't have believed it either. It was something most people needed to see in order to accept. Thus, it was no shock when Shane accused the brothers of placing stories in your head. Even though no one else was as forward as him with their denial, you could see some people agreeing to his words. Abraham, Eugene, Rosita, Daryl, Carol, and Sasha being some of them. Your dad had his face turned to the side, so you couldn't see his expression. Glenn has had his brows furrowed, but there was nothing in his face that could pinpoint he might not believe you. Beside him, Maggie and Tara looked deep in thought. Michonne and Carl had gone suddenly quiet, a poker expression in their features, neither good nor bad. As for Bob, Tyreese, and Beth, they seemed to believe you. That night, everyone went to bed with a lot in their minds. Most of them weren't convinced, but at least telling them the truth hindered Abrahams plans: no one was leaving to D.C. anytime soon. Not until the seed you planted blossomed or died completely.

Opposed to the previous week and all the time since a prison fell, the next morning everything was quiet. It looked like they were still thinking over your words. Even Abraham didn't dare to comment again about the trip to Washington. Like a ticking time bomb, you and the Winchesters were waiting for something to happen. Either for the group to call them crazy, or to accept the reality of their words. In accordance to the previous day, Gabriel, Bob, Beth and Tyreese showed their support without fear. Bob and Tyreese promised to talk to Sasha about it, but from what you could gather, she didn't buy the story one bit. Eugene avoided you like the plague, and Shane, Abraham and Rosita considered you were crazy. On the bright side, Michonne approached you while you were feeding Judith to tell you that she believed you.

"Hey," Glenn Rhee is standing beside you in the church's porch, holding out a candy bar. "Got you this."

You take the offer from him with a grin. He's probably here to tell you his opinion about what you on the Winchesters told. You aren't sure what you are expecting. When he received the news, he didn't seem reluctant to believe.

"I've thought about what you said," he murmurs quietly. "To be honest, it's kinda nonsense. I've never been religious, though my mom was. She'd probably buy you a story in a heartbeat."

"And you don't?" you question your friend.

"I didn't say that. It's just hard to swallow, but you're one of the people that I trust the most." His hand places in your back, like a comforting touch. "If you say that's how the outbreak started, then you're telling the truth. I'm not gonna lie, it's going to take a little bit for me to process that much information. But," his eyes are sincere as he says the next words: "I believe you."

"Thank you." Now that you know your best friend's verdict, you realize you've been worried about him calling you crazy or something like that. Having Glenn's trusts calms your heart.

But there's still silence among you. "So, Lucifer, huh? We're fucked." Glenn's comment breaks any tension left. You laugh lightly at his scared expression, then, you take his wrist and pull him to sit on the steps. You have a lot of catch-up to do with your friend now that he knows. All the things about Ray's betrayal that you never shared, or about the sleepless nights after it because you thought the witch might come back. The research about the supernatural that you've done.

Almost two hours later, you're finishing telling Glenn about the ghost at Greene's farm, when Maggie and Tara show up. They're shy when they show their support for you because you and the Winchesters are their friends. Nonetheless, they don't believe that the supernatural has anything to do with the outbreak. The reasoning seems fair, since they trust in a scientific view of the disease. According to them, it's hard to buy the whole Lucifer walking on earth thing. However, they both agree to follow your lead for you to prove them otherwise.

"Thank you, I'm not sure yet how do you do that, but thank you." You say.

Your cluelessness in that matter is an understatement. It's true that ghouls are after you, and they're gonna show anytime now. Are they the best choice to prove to your family that the monsters exist? And even if they believe in the supernatural, there's still the whole Lucifer business. Oh, well, you are in it for work.

The lucky streak of people believing in you ends there, though. Because next time someone approaches you, it's Daryl and Carol; neither of them can trust your words. They apologize by saying that they wish they could, but they can't. Your heart breaks a little for the lack of belief some members of your family have in you. You don't hold it against them, you understand it's not common to be told that the Bible and more basically are real. That little encounter sets in more your determination to prove yourself right.

You decide to go inside the church to look for Sam. You feel a need to scout the perimeters, the ghouls can't leave your mind. Maybe he'll want to come with.

"Sam," your soft voice catches his attention immediately, like a moth to light. He's laying in a bench looking at the ceiling, a deep pensive expression upon his beautiful face. "Do you want to come with to check the perimeter with me? It's almost nighttime and I don't want to go to sleep without doing it."

He smiles at you, "sure," Sam whispers with an understanding tone.

In other circumstances, Sam might've pushed to ask Dean to come with you. He didn't this time. Him, like you, need to be alone with each other for a while. It's been too long since the last time that's happened. Sam picks up his gun machine and a knife from beside the ground where he lays. You have your weapons already strapped in you, so you don't need to wait to take his hand in yours and lead him outside. On the entrance pathway, Tyreese watches you leave after letting him know where you're going. Sam doesn't let go of your hand, even when you're deep into the woods. Your hand is smaller than it actually is when it's in his hold. You're peaceful and tranquil, you feel safe with Sam.

"Glenn told me he saw you and Dean talking to Eugene," your voice breaks the silence after a few minutes of walking.

Your boyfriend sighs. "Yes, Dean wanted to make sure whether he knew who we were or not." You give him a skeptical glance. "Right?" complains Sam, interpreting your grimace. "Obviously, he has no idea who we are or anything related to hunters, which proves that he's lying about Washington."

"I saw it coming, I would've been more surprised if you told me he was a hunter."

Sam chuckles. "Anyway, afterwards he told us, in a very academic vocabulary, that we were the liars. It's safe to say that Dean didn't take it lightly."

You look at him with big eyes, "what happened?"

At your concerned expression, Sam grins sweetly at you. "Nothing concerning, Dean just had some colorful vocabulary that scared Eugene away." He shrugs, "now I think he's afraid of us."

You laugh cheerily. You can't imagine Eugene not scared. When you peek back at Sam, he's already staring at you.

"God, you're so beautiful." His words send color to your cheeks immediately. Sam, instead of mocking you, stops walking and, with a gentle hand, brushes his knuckles through your cheekbones.

The way your lover looks at you has your heart pounding in your rib cage almost comically. His hand travels from your face to the back of your neck in a sensual movement. Gently, Sam guides your head up as he crunches down. You have to get up on your tiptoes in order to reach his lips. You don't mind. His mouth lingers in yours in a sweet caress. He places his other hand on your back, softly running his fingers through your waist. For a man that looks so rough and powerful, Sam Winchester can be tender with you. Steadily, the kiss turns heated by the second. Sam's tongue goes past your lips almost unannounced, the sudden intrusion rips a moan out of your throat. He definitely likes that because his hands become rougher. Your breath is ragged by the time his mouth latches onto your neck.

You soon find out that he can do wonders with his teeth. He finds the spot right below your ear where you like it the most. He bites on the flesh carefully, and you become putty in his hands. You might've fallen if not for the fact that you now realize he has placed you between himself and a tree. You don't know when the fuck did that happen. Maybe in between kisses, you realize. While he gives all the attention to your neck, your hand lovingly strokes his brown hair. You know that he likes it when you play with it, so it's no surprise the low moan he lets out as you pull it. This man is going to be the death of you. Making out in the woods, where anyone can attack, and at that moment, you couldn't care less.

His strong arm pushes you against the bark of the tree, and instead of pain, all you can feel is desire. For you don't know how long, you ravish on each other like walkers on a prey, though instead of tearing each other's flesh, you get consumed by the feverish devotion your bond withholds. His digits travel anywhere he can find available, your hips, thighs, ass, and he even brushes through your breasts like a hungry man. You don't hold back on the groping either, while at it, you find out that some of your favorite places to touch are his broad shoulders and his pretty face. However, neither of you dare to go beyond and kissing. Not in the middle of the forest, not with ghouls on your back.

"Did you hear that?" Sam's lips separate from your skin. His head snaps to the sides and back, looking for possible danger. The surroundings remain quiet.

"No," you hesitate, "but we should go back."

Sam agrees before giving you one last kiss. Then, you take one last look around the perimeter, and when you find nothing, you decide to return to the church. You feel instantly calm upon seeing your group gathered inside. Your father instantly catches your attention as you pass through the threshold. Sam notices this, and with a departing peck to your temple, he steps away towards his brother. Rick watches him walk away.

"Everything alright out there?" His voice is neutral, it doesn't give away his feelings. This is the first time that he has addressed you since last night.

"Yes." You hate when your voice comes out a little weak.

The silence stretches after your answer. At the back of your neck, you feel some subtle gazes from your group. They're far away enough not to catch your conversation, but they probably want to know Rick's thoughts on yesterday's ruckus. This father and daughter chat, though, it's none of their business. Rick must think so too because he takes your arm gently and guides you toward one of the church's rooms. He closes the door behind him.

He murmurs your name, "you're my daughter and I love and trust you," here we go, "but what you said yesterday doesn't make any sense." His eyes linger on the ceiling to avoid looking your way. "If- if Sam or Dean are telling you to say all of that, you know you can tell me- if you don't want to go to D.C., just say so as well. You know I'll listen."

You sigh in defeat. "That's just it, dad, you're not listening!" He finally glances at you. "They didn't force me to say anything, I haven't gone mad or anything, and yes, I don't want to go to D.C., but this isn't a tantrum. I don't want to go to D.C. because it's a fucking waste of time."

You've always avoided using curse words when talking to your father, so your last sentence catches him with the guard down. Though, he doesn't comment on it, instead, he brushes his growing beard with a thoughtful expression.

"I see." Does he?

"All the things we said last night are the reality. Not many people know, but it is what it is."

He hesitates when he utters his next words. "Then, why did you never tell me about Ray? About the witch? About what he did to you?"

Of all the things you thought he would ask, this isn't one of them. "I... would you have believed me? Because you aren't now."

You see his face fall at the accusation. It takes a moment until he speaks again. "Fine." Fine what? "I'm willing to give a chance to you and the Winchesters about this. I- As a leader of this group, I need proof before anything. Even if I'm willing to believe you as a father. So, for now we won't go to D.C., but prove to me that the supernatural is real, or I might change my mind."

That's all that you need, so you nod. Before you can say anything else, the door bursts open. On the other side, Daryl has a distressed appearance. You've never seen him like that before.

"You need to see this."

You and Rick run out the door and to the church's entrance. There, on the steps, it's Bob's severed head.