Chapter two: Dean
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The blazing white light stamped itself imperiously on my retinas as the death- throes of Dick Roman sucked me though a tube-like tunnel, ending up with my body crashing onto hard ground, the sensation of every bone in my body cracked and broken.
I lay there flat-out, like some limp rag-doll, blind and unmoving until the white haze before my eyes cleared enough to allow me to take in my surroundings. I thanked god that the light was low, but as I took in the shadowy, bleak surroundings, I kinda regretted my blindness of before.
I closed them again and concentrated on my body, flexing muscles and limbs.
Yeah I was hurting all over but as far as I could make out, nothing was broken, although I would have an awesome set of bruises that would make Sam mother-hen me from here to eternity.
Sam!
I pulled myself up and examined my surroundings more attentively.
The looming trees and the eerie rustlings from the barely discernible undergrowth would have been a great background for a horror film, but of my overgrown little brother there was no sign. I spun round three hundred and sixty degrees but I was alone, completely alone, and now I could make out the yellowish glint of eyes that peeped out from the trees.
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Where the hell was I? At a calculated guess, I was in Purgatory.
I had just ganked a Leviathan, Leviathan souls went to Purgatory, so even without my geek brother to prissily explain things, the conclusion was that I was in monster-soul land.
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Oh joy!
I couldn't imagine a place where my ass would be in greater danger, given the industrial quantity of monsters Sam and I had sent here through the years!
Sam had probably come to the same conclusion; I could picture his puppy-dog eyes going into teary, anxious overdrive at my disappearance.
Don't worry little brother, I'll be back to kick your skinny ass before you have time to miss me, but for now I had to find a place where I was a little less exposed than this bare hollow in which I found myself.
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There was no sign of Roman's soul; he must have been thrown somewhere else, but I was sure as hell that he was up for a little payback for us disrupting his plans of world domination and free tasty human flesh.
I spotted a break among the dark undergrowth that seemed the best place to make for and I warily stumbled towards it, stopping to let out the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding.
I might be less visible to the yellow eyes that seemed to populate the area, but I was probably in the greatest danger I had ever been.
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When I had been in Hell, even though Alistair took perverse delight in torturing me, I was 'protected' in a way but here, whoever or whatever was out there, would be gunning for my ass, no holds barred.
I was completely on my own but I was Dean frigging Winchester and if I went down before my brother came to get me, then I would go down like the bad-ass hunter that I was!
After all if I died here my soul would go either to heaven or hell; in the end it didn't make all that much difference; they were both douchey dimensions, but you can bet your last dime that I wouldn't sit there quietly; whoever got my soul would know it, and the bond that linked me to my brother would keep me near to Sam to watch over him as I had always done! Nothing would ever stop me from doing that, not even death!
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The rustling around me prompted me to stop my crappy meditation and get on with the job of surviving and finding a way out of here, or a least hanging on until Sam found a way to get me back.
My brother was a walking encyclopedia of supernatural weirdness. If he couldn't get me out then no-one could.
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I withdrew deeper into the forest, cursing the fact that I didn't have my gun or at least a blade, but I would make do with what the place offered. I could surely cook up some kind of weapon to defend myself with.
I was frigging' Dean Winchester after all!
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