"Wake up!" The urgency in Cas' gravely voice drilled through the haze in his mind. 'Ow. Oh crap. Rubbing Dick out packed a Hell of a punch...' Ignoring his throbbing head, Dean sat up. 'Damn. It's dark... how long was I out?' His brain caught up with his other senses and to his surprise, Dean felt dry leaves crinkle under his hands. "Good." Cas sounded off. "We need to get out of here." Dean glanced around, now that his eyes were adjusted to the lack of light. 'What the... here? Where is here?' He turned to his best friend and anxiety gripped him as he saw how serious Cas was looking. The goodnatured, if somewhat dazed, expression he had held for so long after he had awoken in the hospital, was gone. This was the warrior, the Angel of the Lord that had walked into that barn years ago. Dean cased their surroundings. 'How the Hell did we get in the woods?' His Hunter instincts kicked in and his muscles tensed up. "Where are we?" Cas narrowed his eyes at him, as if it were obvious. "You don't know?" Annoyance flicked through Dean's mind, and faded out. "Last I remember, we ganked Dick." Cas widened his eyes. "And where would he go in Death?" he asked, as if explaining it to a child.
'Hold the frikken phone... we hitched a ride with his... his soul or whatever? Is that what Cas is saying now? Fuck! We're screwed!' He still had to ask. "Wait.. are you telling me..." Cas interupted his question quick. "Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey upon eachother for all eternity." His heart making a bid for freedom, Dean kept casing their surroundings. "We're in Purgatory?" he asked, even though he already knew, as soon as Cas had asked about Dick. 'Fuck, fuck, fuckityfuck! We gotta get out!' Dean's mind went on a loop, even as things were rustling in the undergrowth, inching closer. "How do we get out?" He heard the note of panic in his own voice. "I'm afraid we are much more likely to be ripped to shreds." Cas answered, his voice level, but his eyes sad. A twig snapped behind Dean, and something growled deeply. Heart thumping, he turned around. The growling intensified. Turning back, he said: "Cas, I think we'd better g..." Faced with an empty clearing, his voice faded. 'Son of a BITCH! He bailed on me? Or did some Fugly get him?' The growling was now coming from several directions at the same time. "Cas?" Dean all but breathed, but no answer, except those growls and the rustle of several things creeping near. Dean swallowed hard, and pulled out the Kurd knife, ready for anything.
Panting, Dean sagged to the forrest floor. It had been 360 degree combat, and he had taken down three out of seven of the... gorilla wolf things, before being able to break away. He didn't even know what they were, but it seemed they hunted in packs, like wolves, and they had muscles out the wazoo. The dark was oppressive, and he didn't dare to close his eyes for fear of more monsters jumping out at him. Tentively keeping an eye out, he tried to find the calm he desperately needed, inside. He drew a shuddering breath and started.
"Now I am down on my knees,
barely alive I'm begging, please,
For Castiël to hear me pray.
Please tell me you got away.
Tell me Cas, are you allright?
I'l pray again tomorrow night."
The adrenaline ebbed out of his system slowly, and his muscles started trembling. He stayed on edge, scared, hunted and hoping his best friend had used his mighty Angel of the Lord skills, and killed whatever grabbed him. "Cas, please... tell me you're ok, pal. Meet up with me, then we can figure out a way to get out of this hellhole." he plead. Staying on his knees, ready to jump up and run, Dean dozed, until an approaching monster snapped him awake again. He ran, determined to get out. To find his buddy, and leave this awful place.