"Cas?", Dean turned around frantically in circles, but his angel was nowhere to be found. God this can't be happening.
"CAS?", Dean yells louder, his voice cracking, and he can't help but hate the fear he hears in his own voice. The bushes and woods rustle around him, and light flickers in from watching eyes, sizing Dean up and down. Dean can feel his heart beating in his chest, quickly, rising, rising, beating.
"Cas?", Dean says one more time, a quiet whisper whisking out on his breath in a puff of air. Dean's head is spinning and he doesn't know if its the teleportation into Purgatory, The fight, or a little of both. Light starts to flicker and dot around the edges of his vision, as his blood reaches maximum volume, beating into his ears with the sound and power of a thousand rivers. A rustle, a noise right next to Dean. He see's a quick flash of a young boy, out of focused quickly disappearing into the underbrush.
"Who's there?", Dean yells, standing up, all his frustration and rage setting him on edge. Another flicker, a rustle. The same kid again. What the Hell? He stops for a second, quietly examining Dean with a quick smile before turning away and running off into the bushes again. Shaggy brown hair, big toothed grin, and an old aviator pilot jacket run into the distance.
"Sammy?", Dean stutters out, unsure,
I must be losing my mind, Dean thinks, as he slowly starts moving in the underbrush where Sammy ran off into. But he couldn't stop himself for making sure, doublechecking, and he picked up as speed after the boy in front of him,
"Sammy! Wait!", Dean yells after the boy, turning around a corner in the bend.
Dean runs straight forward into a clearing, his feet stumbling under him, and all the weight of everything he's just seen falling down on him at once, he loses his balance, tripping and wiping out in the dirt. He skids on his hands and knees in the dirt, the mud flecking up all over him, smearing all over his face and clothes. He pushes himself up into a sitting position. Little Sammy's standing right in front of him, his back turned to him.
"Sammy?", Dean asks warily, knowing that whatever this is it can't be his brother, but he can't find it in him to sit up, defend himself, from whatever this is. A few seconds tick by, But Dean can't take this anymore. Can't take any of this. Cas, where are you? Please.. Is all Dean can think as he trudges his way forward to whatever this is in front of him. His feet moving so slowly he feels likes he's walking through molasses. Dean finally reaches the boy, and reaches his hand out to rest it on the boys shoulder...
As Dean's hand makes contact the boy swirls around, screaming. His eye's wide and yellow, blood oozing out of his mouth and nose. Sammy, No, whatever this apparition is, grabs him by his jacket whipping him across the ravine. Dean hits down hard with a thud and a gasp, before he can move, it's already there in front of him.
"Oh, Dean. How predictable you are. Just couldn't not follow after little Sammy huh?", the anti-Sammy, the beast, smirks, a hellish, evil grin that twist and contorts Sammy's precious face.
"What- Who? What are you?", Dean manages to gasp out, struggling under the pin of this monsters grasp.
"Oh, Dean, I think you already know.", Anti-Sammy drops Dean, and he falls back down with a Humph! from his lungs. Sammy's standing in front of him now, standing there staring at him eerily, that nasty smug expression dominating his features.
Dean coughs out a breath, smearing some blood away from his lip, "Let me guess, The girl scouts are taking on new recruits?".
Dean smirks and the beast growls, running forward in an instant, snatching Dean back up again and whirling him up and around again. Dean comes smashing back onto the ground, wincing at every hit. Cas, Cas, Help... Losing... Hope...
"Oh, Dean, You can hide behind the wit as much as you want. But you and me both know that it won't work with me.", Sammy blinks and his eyes transition between Sammy's and the yellow eyed demon's eyes.
"And why not?", Dean asks him, although a part of him he already knows the answer.
"Because, Dean. I am you. Don't you get it, Dean? You've lost it. All those years of trying to keep little Sammy in one piece has taken its toll. A mighty big one. And when Castiel left you, poor, hopeless, Dean, all by himself in Purgatory. You couldn't handle it.", The boy taunts Dean, seeming to move around him effortlessly, his words echoing in his ears like monstrous thoughts, clouding his judgement.
"No.. This can't be happening...", Dean mutters, trying to stand up. The boy moves in front of him, into his pathway instantly, blocking him off.
"Oh, Believe me this is happening, Dean. Welcome to Purgatory."