Castiel made the unfortunate discovery that I, in fact, was "the Last Scion", or whatever the hell that meant. I knew when I was born something was off, especially since my mom would tell me I'd have the most important job in the world: to save it from the apocalypse. This was before Dean was doomed to Purgatory after the killing of the head Leviathan, of course, and Sam was on a demon-blood high. Obviously there've been many advances destroying the human race. God always had a twisted sense of humor, caring for them or not caring at all. When it was my turn to save it, I'd figured to throw the task onto someone else. I was too busy 'smelling the roses', he told me. No one cared much for the little things, the beauty in everything, that was why I loved being on Earth. So, long story short, I was sent to Purgatory for not obeying my orders, leading to my exile here.

I ran into Castiel while running from another malevolent spirit, literally. I ran straight into him, the spirit trying to get another host in me or Cas, I really didn't know. Cas fell on top of me and I had to push him off to scare the spirit into oblivion, raising my hands in the air, white lights flashing in front of us, almost like I was 'blinding' the spirit with my light.

"You need to run," he said gruffly, getting up slowly.

This was when I would say something like 'who the hell was he and give me a reason why I shouldn't blow your head right then and there'. But, as an unusual punishment, I couldn't speak. Not one word. He just grabbed me by my arm and started to make a run for it but I had held back and pushed him away, shaking my head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused, "I said you need to run…"

I shook my head again. I tried pointing at my throat, hinting at him there was nothing I can say because I couldn't.

He gave me a blank a stare. By then though we have both fallen on the ground by something… Cas widened his eyes, beginning to comprehend what was going on, and grabbed my shoulders. Less than a second later, I was with Cas, standing somewhere else in a forest. Anywhere you can transport yourself, you'll still be in Purgatory. There was no way out. I mean, there was but that was usually the entrance.

"You can't speak," he stated. I thought it was a question and I just nodded.

It is a punishment, I thought.

"Who punished you?" he asked.

Someone higher than you, I thought again. You can hear me?

"You disobeyed too," I knew he was the Castiel that had gotten 'power-hungry' and worked with the King of Hell.

"Yes, I made mistakes but now I'm paying for them," he continued, "Dean - Dean Winchester is also trapped here with me… I need to get him out, he's not safe here,"

"When you decided to kill the one Leviathan that could destroy all of human race…"

"Yes, you know?" Castiel asked, confused.

"Word gets around,"

"Of course," he states. "I'll leave you be then—"

"No, I want to go!" I yelled in my mind, knowing he can hear every word. "I've been here all alone, fending for myself, I know this place like the back of my hand… let me come with you,"

"No," that was all he said and disappeared from me.

I didn't know if it was because he didn't trust me but he seemed eager to find Dean. It made sense. He was the only human down here, other than me, with another soul to hunt for. I was left alone again, defending myself from evil in Purgatory, and again I was running for my life. It was all I have done since I got there. I only take breaks when I can find shelter for food and sleep. I had the clothes I died with twenty years ago and no one else as a comfort. You really don't know what you have till it's gone. I was always on Earth, walking around parks, museums and seeing the people, the children, running around. Some were late for work, some were angry at themselves for making mistakes… only to learn from them later on or in different cases, make mistakes over and over again: a vicious cycle. I've known this little girl, she was always so happy, even in the most difficult situations. I've seen her grown up while I helped her dad back then. She'd make the best out of the worst. Her destiny was yet to come in a violent way though, dying in a fire caused by evil… her husband tried his hardest to avenge her death but died along the way. Mary Winchester bore two wonderful sons though. And that's why I felt it was my job to find Dean and protect him from Purgatory. He doesn't belong in here.

What I had found was Cas though, with Dean nearby, they were having trouble with more vengeful spirits. Once a soul enters Purgatory, it's gold for them, it saves spirits from falling into the depths of darkness. No one knows what exactly happens when spirits get caught up against the darkness but they're never seen again. Dean needs to find a way to get out and fast because the longer he's in here, the harder it will get to get back to his brother, back to life.

I grabbed Dean and pushed him out of the way from a falling tree. I pushed it with my hands the other way, falling ever so near me. The branches still scraping me and Dean, both of us losing ground. I could hear Dean ask who I was, what I was… it wasn't like I could give him an explanation while thinking to Cas to take him East towards the sun where there's an old, battered shack there. It's one of the shelters I've found here.

"I'll explain later, just go," Cas yelled to Dean, who was strangely looking at me. I thanked God, if she still cares about me, for sending Cas to me.

I saw them disappear again and I ran straight to the old shack where it still stood, almost looking like it would collapse if we weren't careful enough. In a place like this, you don't stay long in one place. After a few minutes later, I finally made it to the place and removed a large driftwood which served as a door. Dean was kneeling down, still gasping for air, and Cas looked on worriedly.

"Are you guys all right?"

"Yes, we're fine," Cas replied, sternly.

Dean looked up. "We're fine?" he asked, not knowing what Cas was talking about. It was obviously me who he was talking to.

"This is, was, the Last Scion on Earth…" Cas explained to Dean.

"Actually, I still am,"

"Oh, you are? I thought they would have taken your title. Oh, well, we need a plan to get Dean out of here…" Cas continued.

"I have a name, Cas,"

He looked at me eagerly to tell him. Dean just looked on confused.

"She's very talkative," he mumbled.

"George,"

"Hello, George, you already know me and Dean," Cas said, "now do you know anything where Dean can get back to Earth, safely,"

"I don't really know, I mean, I've been stuck here for the last twenty years,"

"Then you have to know of a place," Cas said.

"Does she know? What's going on?" Dean asked, impatiently.

"Hold on, Dean!"

Dean frowned.

"I know where they come in, maybe that's where Dean can come out but…"

"But what?"

"It's tricky. It's sort of like a theory, nobody has ever tested it. When spirits and other creatures come spiraling into Purgatory, there's a flash of light right at the gates then it's closed,"

"Dean, you need be at the gates when someone enters Purgatory," Cas finished my sentence.

"There are always demons and spirits around that place, though," I cautioned.

"Well, we need a decoy..." Cas said, staring at me.

"Really, Cas?"

"You know, it's kind of frustrating that I can hear only one of you speak," Dean said, slightly annoyed. "I don't get how she's helping me get back to Sam,"

"Fine, then I'll be the distraction," Cas said. "Dean, you'll have one quick second to make it through a gate, where it'll take you home,"

"All right, is that what George told you?" Dean asked.

"Yes,"

"Cas, you need to make sure Dean makes it across… he can't go by himself," I warned. "I told you, I don't know if it'll work,"

"And you?" Cas asked. I was a bit surprised. No one had worried for me. Not since I died in my human life, everybody was against everybody and I couldn't trust anyone.

"I'll be fine, I've made it twenty years here, I can go on for another few,"

Cas seemed apprehensive. He and Dean silently began methodically planning everything, down to the last detail on when exactly to jump out and run for the gates as soon as that light appears. Once it flashes, it's gone for another year, which will feel like a decade here. It's not like Heaven, there isn't any pearly, white gates. They were made out of iron and coated with salt. Ironically, demons always tried to break free. It was like survival of the fittest in here though. And if one demon, one other worldly creature got their hands on Dean's soul, that was their exit pass back to Earth… and could reek havoc.

I sensed the gates were about to open soon and sent Dean and Cas on their way closer to it, while I was the distraction: I threw myself at them in order to get passed everyone/thing. Those were the fastest three seconds of my life… and I had lived many lives.

1. Cas grabbed Dean and ran passed the gate. 2. I threw myself out the moment they ran, leading to my vulnerability, and threw white lights coming out of the palms of my hands, trying to blind everyone. 3. I blacked out and when I woke up, Dean and Cas were gone but I was not alone. No, a Leviathan had knocked me down. Dick Roman.

I knew it would always end like that. Dying by the hand of another, evil creature in order for them to be "the top of the food chain". They ate angels for breakfasts, I was no different. I was actually far easier to catch because that time, I had stopped running for dear life. My wrists were tied together, my mouth taped shut and laying down on a rough patch of rock. I was already dead except for the beating of my heart when they had me there.

Dick had plunged a wooden stake through it. It was all for looks because I was still considered human so I could be killed with anything else. Dick made a 'speech' about how I was the hardest of the prey, the Last Scion finally being caught in order to save an Angel and a Winchester. He didn't care about anything other than preserving his morality in Purgatory. He was furious at me for helping Dean escape, after all, he was the one that sent him here. Cas was just an accomplice. I had the compassion of helping them out, they saved the world. Dick only wanted to destroy it. I saved them so they can most likely do it again.

I didn't really die, as soon as he staked me, I disappeared. My body and soul still intact, I felt like I was floating away from everything: Dick, Purgatory, Earth, Cas… wherever he was.

I woke up, eyesight blurred, I tried to gasp for air but my throat felt like it was on fire. When I got up, very slowly at that, I saw where I was. It was an empty liquor store, looking abandoned except for a few snacks around. No one was at the cash register. I looked around carefully for anyone or thing that might possibly a danger and looked for water. My throat felt worse every time I breathed out. There were a couple bottled waters in the refrigeration section, and as soon as I opened it, realized it wasn't cold at all. Maybe lukewarm, but I was hoping to cool off this throat. I drank it anyway feeling somewhat better. Then I looked outside the store to see it was nothing but desert. I started looking for a bag to hold some chips, the last water bottle I found and probably an expired sandwich I found near the cash register. I wasn't sure if I should take money from it, but I only found about two bucks in the drawer so I took it anyway. I started walking to the front door, opened it and stopped.

"Hah…" I tried saying 'hello' but it still hurt a bit. I tried clearing my throat but that was a bad idea, it started to hurt again. I drank a bit more of my water and walked off.

I don't know how long I walked but I'm pretty sure it was far. I didn't see the empty store anymore. I didn't see anyone. No buildings, nothing. There were hardly little bushes so I sat near it, hoping for some shade from the scorching sun. I took out the only water bottle I had and drank the little bit it had. It was as if I thought of water and then, poof, I was there. I was at a beach, with palm trees and people surfing. It was all random. I didn't have the power to go anywhere as I pleased. The only transportation I had were my two feet. I guess it all changed when I died?

"Are you lost?" I heard a man ask.

I just stared. Then quickly shook my head. I walked away, confused about what to do in social interactions. I forgot how since I was trapped in Purgatory with creatures that wanted to kill and/or eat me. I kept walking and noticed a little boy playing in the street with a rubber ball. I just stared, something didn't seem right. Down the street I saw a car, it looked like it was going fast. I didn't know what to do, didn't even know if I still had my powers. I held my hand up to look like I was fixing my hair and twitched my fingers around… pushing the ball back to the curb. It worked. Whoever sent me here, let me keep my powers. The little boy was now playing in a park across the street. I saved him. I was just so happy but my stomach started growling. I had to eat something. I walked inside a sandwich shop and set my plastic bag on a table only to notice there were bugs in my bag. I just stared at it then got up and threw it away in a trash bag. I sat back down. I didn't have any food or currency to get past a day. I was confused, hungry and scared on what I was doing there in the first place.

"Can I help you?" a waiter asked me.

"Uh," I stammered. I tried again. "Wa- water? Please,"

"Oh, yes, ma'am," he said and went.

I couldn't believe it. I had my voice again. My throat still felt dry but it didn't matter because I said a word! More than one! Someone had tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around.

"Cas!"

As I yelled that, he covered my mouth with his hand. He was sitting to the back of me so he had his hand awkwardly covering my face.

"Sorry, not here," he said, inaudibly, turning back around.

The waiter came back with my glass of water. "Thanks," I almost whispered, but he didn't hear it.

"What's going on? I'm confused," I thought, hoping Cas could still read my thoughts.

"Just follow my lead," he whispered.

I drank my water in almost one gulp as I saw him get up and leave the shop. He had stared at me with those blue eyes and I knew I had to follow him. I got up slowly after he left and felt someone grab me from behind. That was when I screamed.

"Crowley would like to speak to you," he said.

I saw Cas in front of me in less than a second and put his forefinger and middle finger to my forehead. I heard him say to hold my breath. I gasped and when I let out my breath, I was at a hotel, room 128. I looked around, not knowing exactly what to do. Then the door opened. I saw Dean and Sam standing behind him.

"George?" he said my name, questionably. I couldn't even tell him why Cas had most likely saved me and sent me here.

"Close the door, Dean!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing my arm.

I obviously didn't like him doing that and I shot out white lights from my hands, flinging Sam to the opposite side of the room.

"Sorry," I said, my voice hoarse. Dean just stared at me with wide, maybe fearful, eyes.

He took my hand cautiously and led me inside, closing the door quickly behind us.

"You can talk?" Dean asked.

I nodded, clearing my throat. "Water?"

"Yeah, sure," he said and went to the side of the room with the sink meant for a kitchenette.

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam said, getting up slowly. I went to go help him up but he just waved me away. "If Cas says she's dangerous, why's she even here?"

"I don't know, man," he replied, giving me a cup of water that I asked. I sat on the bed. "She's obviously important enough to keep Hell and Heaven on their toes,"

I saw a radio in the corner of the room and went to go turn it on. I laid my hand on it and it turned it on. I didn't press anything, it just turned on by itself.

Sam and Dean just looked at me. Dean came over to turn it off. I blinked once and it turned on again.

"She wants it on, I guess," Sam said, smiling.

"Well, we need to go. Remember what Cas said, when she gets here, we need to haul ass,"

"Cas?" I mumbled.

"Yes, glad you can talk now help me get her in the car, Sammy," Dean said, grabbing a bag near the bed, "and, George, don't hurt Sam,"

I nodded sheepishly. I held my hand out to Sam and he grabbed my arm. He led me outside and opened the door for me. Something caught my eye, though, and I got out again. There was a flower bed outside, near their parked car, and it was a deep purple color. I didn't know about flowers but they were the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The last flower I've seen was twenty years ago, if you could tell, Purgatory didn't have any.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Sam exclaimed. "Get in the car,"

"So beautiful," I said inaudibly. And I ripped one off. put it in my hair, and got in the car. He just looked at me strangely while loading up the trunk.

When Sam and I were in the car, Dean checked out of the hotel and got inside the car. While we were miles and miles away from the hotel, I thought about Cas, wondering where he was when we were already on the road already. As soon as I thought that, Cas appeared next to me. He was sweaty and had dirt on his face.

"Cas, what happened?" I asked, worriedly, voice still a bit hoarse.

Dean just stared, not used to me talking yet. I could hear Cas gasp for air, I laid my hand on his shoulder.

"How did you even escape Purgatory, George?" he asked.

"Some other higher power, who knows?"

After about nine hours of driving, Cas decided it was safer to camp out somewhere instead of getting a hotel room. When Dean grabbed food and supplies at a store, we all found a desolated barn-house in the middle of nowhere. I was talking the bare minimal, still not getting used to finally asking for a glass of water or asking where the bathroom, which was typically a bush.

When we were all trying to sleep, it didn't seem likely I'll get three hours out of it. All that time, I had the same dream over and over again. I was running around Purgatory, finding a white light, trying to reach it then I was at a stranger's house, around the 1930's, only it wasn't a stranger's. It seemed like it was my parents? They seemed nurturing and so nice. I was standing in the middle of a living room, a woman came out smiling at me, kissing me on my cheeks and a man hugging me ever-so-tightly, like we hadn't seen each other for so long.

"Georgina, baby," I heard the man say. The woman kept crying and hugging me. Guessing that was my whole name, I smiled at them. I felt safe. I tried to say something but I couldn't… landing me in Purgatory again, running.