Purgatory
By No1butjoe
Prompt by Carmen.
Disclaimer – I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Set after the season seven finale.
Sound was the first thing he was alerted to when consciousness finally returned. Smell was the second and, if the scent of earth and decay all around him was any indication, he was in the woods. Pushing himself off of the ground, he opens his eyes, finding vegetation staring back at him, but there's something off about his new surroundings. There's a slight chill to the air, yet there is no wind. No clouds appear in the sky, but neither does the sun. A howl in the distance catches his attention and he whips around, wishing he had the demon killing knife with him. Other sounds reach his ears even as the situation slowly dawns on him.
Who knew exploding Dick could send his ass straight to Purgatory.
More howls join the chorus and he vaguely wonders if they're werewolves, black dogs, or hellhounds; maybe all three. He knows he's in for the fight of his life, a smile forming on his lips at the prospect. Adrenaline courses through his veins even as he begins to move with all the stealth of the hunter he is.
Dean smirks.
"Let the hunt begin."