Castiel, Dean, and Benny sprinted through the underbrush of the forest, bolting away from the creatures who were close behind them. There was little sound, besides the snarling of the monsters, and the panting of the three refugees in Purgatory, seeking for just the tiniest of a sanctuary for the night. Purgatory had changed all of them, least of all Benny, who had been there for God knows how long. Dean became more alert, Castiel quieter and had begun to noticeably resemble a human more than an angel. Benny was becoming accustomed to cooperating with beings who would normally be enemies. This, of course, was inspired by the two common mutualities: escaping Purgatory, and staying alive while doing so.

Castiel had been a tribute to torture, and Purgatory was a perfect example of one that had torn him apart from the inside out. Being utterly vulnerable was a grievous emotion to the angel who had gotten into this mess due to his conceitedness and hope for self-purpose. Dean had no conjecture about what his only trustworthy companion was intending on implementing. He assumed they would abscond this prison in tandem, but that was not at all what Castiel had in mind.

Cas was only a setback for his determined companion. Every so often, Castiel's mind drifted back to all those weeks ago, when Dean discovered him in a paralyzed position in the forest.

Castiel appeared next to Dean, dazed and confused. The moment Cas discerned his comrade to the right of him, he sensed a perilous presence: leviathan. He immediately realized that Dean wouldn't stand a chance in this hellhole if Castiel remained with him. Confidant Dean could hold off the creatures, Castiel fleed.

Unsure of where he had landed, Castiel observed his surroundings. There was a stream, a petite beach, and heaps of growing timber surrounding the location and everywhere as far as the naked eye could see. Once again, Castiel felt the uneasiness of the millions of monsters who lurked, ready to pounce at any moment. A celestial being such as himself would attract unimaginable attention. Cas took the serene seconds to sit with his back to a tree, as he desperately needed to think. It had been an extremely long period of time from when he was in this particular place of mind, as to when his mental state had deteriorated.

Cas's thoughts were focused on all the unforgivable crimes he had convicted against humanity, heaven, and even hell. He felt he needed to atone for his impulsive blunders. Maybe remaining in Purgatory could coequal his mistakes, force him to face his deserved consequences.

Castiel was positive Dean wouldn't approve of his strategy to pay for his wrongs. He had always been very protective of the angel, as he was family.

Cas heard a snap from somewhere behind the shrubs that layered the lower parts of the forest. He felt the presence of another being, but it was definitely not Dean. Making sure he didn't give away his location, Cas peered behind and observed a barbaric thug, trudging in his direction. Based on the way he was looking from side to side, the man was obviously searching for something… or someone.

Castiel still didn't have the strength to teleport himself from the location. He was beginning to panic. In his condition, Castiel wouldn't be able to defeat this creature, not without Dean. Well, it was his choice to separate himself from Dean, so that meant he had to serve penance for his actions, and it was pay-day.

Castiel quickly shuffled his back up the stump of the tree, careful not to make any noise. The monster was of a species that Cas didn't recognize, but it sure seemed vicious. He got closer and closer, but then he stopped.

"Castiel? Castiel! I know you're out here. Come to me!" he shouted.

Castiel was now panting, heart racing from anticipation. He thought he had built up the strength to fly away, but was unfortunately interrupted when he stepped on a dry leaf. The unknown creature had located him, and the intimidation radiating off of him was humongous. Cas was thrown against the tree with the predator's forearm on his chest and hand over his mouth. The man was snarling with pure-hot rage… No, it wasn't rage… It was… Passion?

Before Castiel knew what was happening, the monster stripped Cas of his trenchcoat, and pretty much everything on his upper body.

'He must be looting me,' Castiel thought. His suspicions were denied when the man grinned maniacally. He began to undo the button on Castiel's pants, zipper down directly after.

Castiel frowned, unsure of exactly what was occurring.

"Wh-What are doing?" Castiel managed through a crevice in the wall that was the monster's hand. The smile had never wiped from his face, and he began to pull Castiel's pants all the way to his ankles, underwear slightly after. Once this happened, Castiel finally built up the awareness that he should struggle to break free. his head moved from side to side until the hand released his mouth. What he didn't realize was that it was on purpose. The man used that hand to unbutton his own pants, smirking as if Castiel wasn't horrified, and this was something he did every day.

That was when the real torture began. He was expecting violence when he saw this monster, but this was (by far) worse. As Castiel continued to struggle, the perpetrator got more and more athletic. Castiel's breathing was rugged and raspy from all the screaming he attempted, and all of his failed escapes.

Right when Castiel was about to give up, giving in to the monster's will, Cas heard it.

"Hey buddy, I really need you here. I'm not even sure if you can hear me, but I don't know… I guess this gives me a little closure. Listen man, there are monsters everywhere. I'm sure they're all looking for the two of us. Just, be careful and make your way back to me."

Dean

Dean had actually prayed to him, pleading for his return. Castiel still knew he needed to serve his penance, but Dean needed him right now. Cas needed Dean. He had little to no control over his body at that exact moment, but maybe he could seize an opportunity.

As the man took a two second break (at most), Cas took those precious seconds to knee him in the abdomen. He stumbled backwards, and Castiel stepped forward and sliced him in the neck with his angel blade, which he didn't know he possessed at the moment. When Cas finished the job, he almost tripped back as he knocked his back against the tree. The attack had used up the last ounce of strength he had left. Cas had bruising on his face, chest, and elsewhere. Standing up once more would be strenuous to his already feeble condition.

Castiel zipped his pants up, hands trembling. Normally, something so simple would be simple, but doing almost anything felt like a strain on his mind and body. He was almost sure that Purgatory was turning him into a human, which was why teleporting had been difficult in the first place. This, unfortunately, meant he couldn't heal himself from the injuries he had acquired. His only hope right now was Dean… but he just wanted to lay down… and fall… asleep.

Hey there, so I am very excited about this story already. I, unfortunately, am easily distracted, so expect the next chapter by next week. I promise it will be longer, I just really wanted to get this story out here! Please feel free to add any constructive criticism or tell me if you like it. You don't have to, of course. It just kinda feels nice to know people enjoy my stories, or want to add suggestions. I already have the entire thing planned out, but it's perfectly fine to tell me something you think would happen. Anyways, thank you for reading to the end of this chapter! I really appreciate it!