His consciousness was ripped from underneath him as a bolt of thunder tore through the silent void, causing Dean to stagger awake.
He surveyed the hotel room, stopping to look through one of the windows there.
It was daytime outside, but the storm made it seem like it was later than it actually was. The skies were murky and grey, the sun hid behind a haze.
He could hear the shower running from the bathroom, where he supposed Sam must've been.
With a sudden urgency, Dean clenched his pillow with both hands and grimaced into it, screaming out some incoherent sounds.
When he was done,the storm had subsided, leaving only the sound of the shower dripping autonomously in the background.
He continued to stare out of the window as his mind drifted...
The expression on Cas' face prompted Dean to do many things. He wanted to yell to him for one- for leaving him to die, alone and directly in harm's way.
He wanted to wrangle him up by his collar and ask him just what exactly he'd been thinking to do that to someone. How he could be such a coward-such a failure of a friend.
At the same time Dean couldn't help stifle the nagging weight of guilt as Cas' confused gaze landed almost instantaneously on Benny.
"This is Benny. He's gunna help us, Cas." The amount of doubt that lingered behind the half-hearted statement almost made him take back the words entirely.
"You shouldn't be here." Cas said, focusing on Dean.
Dean looked at him sternly, already forming spiteful phrases in his head.
"I am wanted. My grace is like a beacon in Purgatory, and they are looking for me, even now."
"Well, you heard him, let's get go-" Benny started.
"No." Dean interrupted. "We made a deal."
Cas looked between the two of them, eyes creasing.
Dean looked back at him, standing dominantly positioned in the dirt. The blood and filth encrusted in his clothes made him seem almost unrecognizable, and strangely savage.
"You're coming with us." He demanded.
A/N: this is going to be an ongoing story- the chapters won't be as long as I ussually write, but that's on purpose; I wanted to make a more condensed story for this particular subject. Mostly this will be various musings about the mysterious time in Purgatory and how it could've played out.