A/N: Now it's Dean's turn. Thank you for the favors and followings and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Reviews do make my day. NC

Chapter 2

Consciousness came slowly to Dean as he grunted and turned his head. He was laying on something cold, damp and rough. He pushed himself up and blinked hard as he looked around him when he realized he was in some unknown forest and not the factory where they had killed Dick Roman. He coughed and cleared his throat, spitting to the side when he got dirt in his mouth by licking his lips.

"Wake up." Cas called to Dean to get his attention. When Dean looked in his direction, he continued. "Good we need to get out of here." Cas said quietly with a note of fright in his voice.

"Where are we?" Dean asked getting to his feet to see better, but all he saw was dark woods.

"You don't know?" Cas asked in disbelief.

"Last I remember we ganked Dick?" he said rubbing his hand over his face to knock off the dirt.

"Where would he go in death?"

"You mean..." Dean gasped his eyes widening when it clicked where they were.

"Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey on each other for all eternity." Cas said confirming his worse fear.

"We're in Purgatory?" Dean asked looking around him expecting to be attacked at any moment. "How do we get out?"

"I'm afraid we're more likely to be ripped to shreds before that happens." Cas said looking around as noises could be heard of something moving toward them in the darkness. "I can't stay with you. It's not safe."

"Cas..." Dean said looking behind him seeing red eyes shining brightly in the darkness. "Cas?" Dean tried again to see he was alone in the small clearing now and had no idea where Cas had gone. He quickly looked back at the red eyes and backed slowly out of the clearing knowing he needed to move now if he was going to stay alive.

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Dean stumbled from the clearing, trying to stay on his feet and see in the dark. He could hear movement all around him, like something was trying to surround him and that made him move faster. The darkness seemed wrong to his senses. He didn't have time to worry about it now as his one thought was to stay alive. He didn't know why Cas ran and left him alone when he knew the danger. Anger was building in his mind directed at the angel and he couldn't stop it, but it didn't last long.

He traveled for several hours before he had to stop to catch his breath. Dean looked at the tree he was leaning against and decided to hoist himself up into the branches to hopefully hide until dawn came and he could see. He jumped and grabbed the lowest branch, but still found it hard to get a foothold. He finally got himself up enough to get a foot over the branch and maneuvered the rest of his body upward. After climbing higher into the branches to hide, he settled in a crook of one and leaned back against the trunk panting hard.

Once he caught his breath, Dean began to assess what he had on him. He had his gun and one extra full clip, two knives, a machete, small bottle of holy water, bandana, lighter and lock pick kit, like that would be useful here. Morning couldn't come soon enough for him as growling and crashing in the bushes below had him holding his breath. He let it out slowly as the noises faded away and took a moment to actually look around him. This placed seem off someway. As he gazed out into the blackness of the night, he realized that it seemed different, like it would engulf you and not let you go. The air felt heavy but not like with rain, but somehow denser. Even the smell of this place wasn't right. Usually a forest was all earthy and woodsy smelling, not damp, almost rotten smelling. He shifted to try and get comfortable and wedged himself into the crook and closed his eyes thinking he needed to catch a little sleep while he could. He didn't think there would be much of that in this place and knew he needed to be at the top of his game to survive and to find Cas. He thought they had a better chance together than apart. At least they could watch each other's backs.

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Morning light came slowly as Dean moved his stiff body, trying to loosen the muscles up that had cramped. He pulled out his holy water so he could quench his thirst before deciding to get down. He worked his way back down and dropped to the ground looking around for signs of danger. After turning a full circle to survey the land, Dean didn't think it looked any better than it did last night. There was a dullness to everything and nothing seemed sharp or focused. He really couldn't distinguish colors here, only light, dull grays to black and nothing else. It was like the artist had no other colors to paint with. The trees all seemed misshapen or deformed in some way, not like the ones in his world. He looked up at the hazy sun wondering if this place ever really got any true sunlight. He didn't know which way to go and chose the opposite of the sounds from last night.

The land was rough and dotted with boulders and fallen trees. Dean decided to find higher ground hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of what lay ahead of him. He had to believe if there was a way in, even if it was dying for monsters, then maybe there was a way out too. Castiel and him were sucked in by Roman's death so they were outsiders in this place. He had to believe that for his own sanity. He couldn't envision a life being trapped here for good. He thought about Sam and hoped he could figure out what happened to them and maybe be working on a solution on his end. He worked his way up the rocky slope, only pausing long enough to listen for sounds of others that would tell him he wasn't alone. He thought about all the monsters he had killed over the years and wondered if any were still alive in this place and would want revenge.

After cresting the top of the mountain, Dean stopped to catch his breath and study the land that lay in front of him. He doubted the monsters here would have houses or shacks to live in since, well they were monsters, and were not the settling down type. The bleakness stretched on in every direction making it hard to determine landmarks or to tell which way you were going. He looked up at the sun again and tried to see how it was tracking across the sky hoping to use it as a guide.

At least Dean found a river in the valley below and could get more water. Deciding maybe he should follow the river and see where it led to, he set out down the ridge to the low lands below. He thanked his brother for making him learn a few survival tricks when he recognized flint partway down the ridge. Dean picked up a palm size piece and took another knocking the two together and smiled when he saw sparks fly. Thinking this might come in handy, he looked through the broken pieces and chose the best ones and pocketed them for later use.

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He slid and shuffled down the incline until he was at the bottom and stopped to listen before heading in the direction he thought the river had been. It still took nearly an hour of steady walking before he broke through the trees and to the river bank. He looked both ways to be sure no one else was around before going to the river's edge and kneeling down to splash the cold water on his face and let it run down the back of his neck. He did that several times before cupping his hand to quench his thirst. It had a mineral taste, but at least it was wet and seemed clean. He filled the bottle that had holy water before getting up. He didn't know how long his luck was going to last before running into the monsters of this wretched place.

Dean started following the river and hadn't gone far when he saw his first dead bodies off to the side of the river. He looked around to see if whoever did this was still around before venturing closer to the bodies. One was a vampire and the other he wasn't sure what it had been since it was mostly bones and rotten clothes hanging on them. After checking to see if there was anything useful lying around, he moved on away from them being extra cautious now. Thinking it might be a good idea to have his machete out and ready to use, Dean slipped it from the sheath on his belt and gripped it tightly in his hand.

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Hunger was starting to gnaw at his gut as he felt a slight rumble in his stomach. He looked around wondering if there was anything around here to eat. Monsters didn't need food and he wondered if a human had ever been here before. He was about to give up hope when some bushes that had berries on it caught his eye. Dean slipped over to it and pulled a berry looking at it carefully before putting it in his mouth. It had a nutty taste, but wasn't bad and began to pick the darker ones thinking they were the ripest and eating them. It took a couple of hand fulls to curb his hunger to where it was tolerable at least. He started to walk away when a furry creature bolted in front of him startling him. It looked very similar to a rabbit so he hoped maybe he could catch one for food.

Dean ventured back down to the river's edge to drink some water to wash down the berries. He picked up some sand and tossed it out in the water to see if there might be fish out there in the deeper parts. After a few minutes, he saw some dark shapes in the water that had the shape of fish. Finding this out helped ease some of his worry. He looked up at the sun and decided to hike a few more hours before trying to find some place for the night. If he could find some grubs maybe he'd try his hand at fishing to have some meat to eat to keep his strength up.

With a plan in place, Dean stood up and continued his journey down the river bank in search of Castiel. He needed to find him and then see if there was some way out of this hell hole and back to his brother. His thoughts shifted to Sam wondering what happened to him and if he was safe. He remembered seeing him and Kevin run into the room just before he was brought to this place by standing to close to Roman when he exploded. Sam would have no idea where they disappeared to, so he hoped his enormous brain and knowledge would point him in the right direction. Maybe he could find someone to help that might have some inkling of the place. The only thing he did know was he couldn't give up hope. He had to keep on the move and not get killed.

There wasn't a lot known about Purgatory, especially how to break out of here. Dean pushed those thoughts away and concentrated instead on his surroundings and finding a safe place for the coming night. He wasn't like Cas who didn't need sleep; he was going to have to rest sometime and that meant finding places he would be safe from attack. His senses were hyper alert right now and he wasn't letting his guard down as he moved around boulders and trees keeping the river in sight to guide him.