So this is a thing I wrote because I was bored. AHAHAHHAHAHA
Purgatory was a vile, unforgiving place. No rest for anyone. The simple act of breathing caused immediate mortal peril for all the miserable souls trapped down there. But there was one place where the demons, leviathan, vampires, werewolves, angels and yes – humans – could relax for a while. The infamous Purgatory Playground.
The place was deserted until two hunched figures stepped out of the savage woods. A rather abnormal duo, to say the least. It was a human and an angel, holding hands. As they approached the playground, their faces became clear. It was the elder Winchester son and the rebellious young angel, Castiel. The angel's trench coat was worn and dirty, and the hunter's eyes were dark.
"We should never have trusted Benny." The angel muttered grimly, seating himself on the tattered swing. "We'll never get out of here now. I told you we couldn't trust a vampire, Dean!"
"How was I supposed to know that he would meet that homosexual rabbit?" The hunter groaned, sitting down on the sand in front of the angel. "Leonardo Da Wabbit or whatever. Stupid animal."
I was utterly shocked when the angel fumbled through his pockets and withdrew a stack of poker cards. I thought this particular angel was famous for his lacking in people skills. Poker was probably the most humanesque activity I could think of.
"Let's play a game of Texas Hold 'Em, Dean." The blue-eyed angel burst out, giggling slightly. Completely out of character, if you asked me.
"Um, Cas?" The hunter gasped. "Since when did you.."
"Let's just play, okay?" Castiel interrupted, dismounting the swing and seating himself next to his soulmate. The cards were laid carefully in the sand between the two men.
"I'm too hungry to play…" The Winchester boy croaked, clutching his plaid-clad stomach.
"I can fix that!" The angel exclaimed, anew rummaging his pockets. "Here you've got some outstandingly exquisite frog blood and a homemade straw directly from Earth itself!"
I then decided that I should probably remove myself from the location. It was evident that Dean wasn't only hungry for food, and I was not up to witnessing what would follow.
So what did you guys think? Props to the person who can guess who the narrator is!
