The water rushed through soft river stones under the sun of Purgatory, a rising sun awaking the monsters from their slumber to once again fight for their right to live the catalyst of their survival.
The fresh water continued to rush down the river nearing the over-fall leading to the lake below, the trees were tall pines shadowing the ground beneath them, as the water rushed over the cliff edge it was caught by the skin of a creature. The soft un-blemished skin gleamed under the spray of water that washed over its shoulder down its back, continuing down its toned thighs and pooling around its feet against the stones, the creatures hands smoothed over its skin, around its delicate neck and up its muscular torso. It turned its face to the rising sun the water running through short cut hair over its nose, caressing perfect full lips, it's eyes slowly opened drops of sparkling water settled on its long eyelashes beneath them a deep green that matched this cruel forest that is Purgatory.
The man stepped away from the spray into the cave, water still trickled down his body, he reached out to pick up a cloth that looked like it had once been a shirt and patted it against his skin. Looking around cautiously he gathered his clothing and began dressing himself his eyes shifting in unease, a twig snapped not far from the lake and the man flinched in alarm crouching down behind a rock raising a weapon close to his chest. The weapon was a long Femur bone with a sharp tooth like a blade tied to the top of it, the defence was effective enough, and the wary green eyes peaked through the gap to see a shadow hiding under the darkness of the pines. He adjusted his weapon before stepping out from behind the rock but the shadow had vanished.
Once the distress had subsided he relaxed "Damn Monsters" he cursed turning to walk in the opposite direction in hope to eventually find a way out of this place, he held the weapon close as he climbed over the rocks back onto the familiar forest floor. Clouds were crowding the sky from the South, he made note to find shelter by noon the smell of moss and carcass filed the air early, the Werewolves were indeed up for their morning hunt. Having no-one around to watch his back was daunting but to have nothing at all to even call him by his name was depressing he was mostly identified as the Human or Winchester only if he was reunited with a monster he'd already ganked. He missed so many things about the surface; Sam, His car, Diner food, cheap motels, but it was the little things he'd taken for granted all his life like sleep, how safe he had felt sleeping beside his brother, with the exception of a knife under his pillow, holy water and shot gun under the bed, salted windows… But life wasn't something to be thrown away with carelessness it was something you had, that had to mean something, be appreciated because it wasn't forever, he could see that now.
-Nothing More Sinful-
The forest was curiously quiet; usually skin walkers and werewolves were hunting in their packs, vampires and other flesh eating creatures waited until darkness for that. Dean could see a good shelter sight ahead and focused in on it, without warning he was struck down abruptly into the mud the heavy weight that could only be one thing, the creature slipped in the mud giving Dean time to regain composure and capitalise. Dean was on his knees in the mud looking directly at the creature their eyes meeting, Dean was daring it to challenge him. the Wolf glared with a growl raising its lips to reveal its long sharp teeth. "Bring it Fur ball" Dean smirked spinning the bone weapon in his hand, the werewolf lunged at him sliding them further it's claws were the largest he had ever seen its eyes were zeroed in on Dean the creatures rabid attacks were clumsy allowing Dean to duck and evade the clawing strikes snaking away from the Wolf, the weapon had slid away but he had an agile advantage he used his feet to slide in the mud, away from its claws, grabbing the weapon he swung it using all the power he had. The sharp edge lodged deep into the Werewolf's neck and blood began pouring, Dean stood up in the mud as the Wolf crashed down at his feet he looked up to see the shadow lurking in the distance and pulled the weapon from the neck of the wolf running his fingers through its fur he looked at it sympathetically.
"The Human" came a low calm but impressed voice, Green eyes shot up instantly the weapon clenched ready in hand, "You're more dangerous than I had imagined" exclaimed the figure. Dean's green eyes shifted around the shadow in obvious caution he could imagine himself a human reduced to a deer in hunting season, a deer with a sharp object that is. The figure stepped out of the shadows and eyed Dean's appearance mud, blood and the beginnings of some bruises. "You've got a little something" it gestured to his face, Dean didn't smile he just stepped around the wolfs lifeless body moving closer eyes glued on the creature. "That's close enough human" warned the creature firmly, Dean smiled at that spinning the bone weapon in his hand "Not the type who likes to listen then? Well I'll just have to make you" The creature smiled.
Dean looked over the creatures features for threat he looked like a human a grey tinting beard tall broad figure, Dean jolted at the sudden reveal of the creatures long superior fangs, he was an old vampire. Dean wasn't going to give in though it wasn't in his defiance, the creature lunged at him a move Dean had predicted and dodged swiftly he turned and managed to cut the Vampires arm but he didn't expect the speed of the creature who already had him from behind its arm wrapped around his neck the other had removed the weapon from him and placed the sharp edge against his neck "Not so fast" it breathed into his ear. Dean struggled but couldn't get free "A fighter" the Vampire smirked smelling him "Mmm you smell like blood and you're so … Pure…" the vampire breathed heavily cutting mildly deep into the side of Dean's exposed neck Dean gasped pulling away from the blade only exposing his neck more. A trickle of blood flowed down from the wound, the vampire's eyes were dilated with desire, and it couldn't help but lap up the blood with its tongue sucking at the wound the pure taste of copper it pulled away suddenly "Sorry I…" It breathed trying to carm itself "Haven't tasted Human for so long" Dean had relaxed against the creature "Let go of me" Dean managed "It speaks!" the Vampire exclaimed.
The Vampire let go of him, and Dean dropped to the ground in exhaustion "What do you want?" he all but whispered covering the wound with his fingers, the vampire squatted down to Dean's height and was about to speak when Dean moved his hand away to see the blood all over his fingers the vampire became mesmerised "Hey snap out of it!" Dean ordered but the Vampire was still in a trance "Your blood tastes…" "Do I look like a frickin' plasma drip!" Dean yelled "Kind of" the Vampire finally met his eyes "Heard you was lookin' for a way out".
Dean looked at him in pure confusion, "Came lookin" "Why find me?" "You…" the Vampire pointed to him "Are the way out" "Me?" Dean looked at him incredulously "I don't know what you're talking about" he shook his head trying to get to his feet. "Purgatory wasn't meant for humans" the Vampire continued "There's a way you can get out" Dean stopped "Then what's in it for you?" there was a silence "You can take me with you" The vampire stood in front of him awaiting an answer. "How do I know I can trust you?" "Because I'm trustworthy" Dean looked at him incredulously "You just tried to drink me!" There was a silence as the Vampire looked at the ground nodding his head in agreement "True" it sighed tapping its finger on its jaw.
Dean looked into the distance "It's not first priority anyway, I have to find an angel he's here somewhere" "An Angel in Purgatory… no" the Vampire shook his head in disbelief "His names Castiel, and I'm not leaving without him" the Vampire grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him away "Hey watch it" Dean snapped "Smell… Werewolves they are being drawn to the smell of their dead, take off the shirt!" Dean hesitantly ripped it off letting it drop to the ground as he was pulled along.
After an hour of wandering back to the river "We there yet Pocahontas?" Dean complained the Vampire turned to Dean "This should be safe" he nodded sitting down on the stones "So" Dean breathed; the Vampire looked at him "What is your name?" The Vampire smiled at Dean's question "I'm surprised you wanna know, Human" Dean realized that was a 'You First' answer, "Fine, my names Dean" the Vampire nodded his head again looking over the river "Benny" he finally answered. "Benny" Dean sounded the name out to himself, "Hadn't picked you for a Benny" Benny looked at him for a moment "How'd you survive anyhow?" Dean rested his head on his hand "Monsters, Demons, Angel's they all underestimate my kind, combine a human and a fight to survive or die situation, you'd be surprised" Dean smiled with a little feeling of pride. "You really want out of here Dean?" "Where's the door?" he smiled.
-Nothing More Sinful-
To Be Continued…