Dean was standing by a river.
The Impala had been low on fuel, stranding them on the side of a dirt road.
Sam had already taken the initiative to locate the nearest gas station, which left Dean to keep a protective watch over his 'baby' in the mean time.
He observed the subtle flow of the stream and the small fish that swam there and how these two birds fought over them, arguing.
"He's a liability!" Benny spat.
He was standing face to face with Dean.
Cas was right. He was wanted, and fighting in Purgatory had since then been non-stop, even more so than before.
They were beginning to show signs of fatigue after coming across a group of werewolves who'd caught on to their scent, but not before they'd noticed Cas' aura shining through the dark crevices of this place.
"Hey!" Dean shouted in Cas' direction, ignoring Benny's frustrated pleas.
Cas looked passive, sitting on top of a large rock that was firmly planted in the ground.
He looked up at him vacantly; it made Dean want to cringe.
"How are you holding up?" Dean asked him.
"I told you this would happen. You should leave me here- they'll only keep coming."
Benny sighed submissively.
"Dean, why don't you just listen to your feathered friend here. We're practically a walking target."
Dean closed his eyes for a moment before making his rebuttal.
"Why don't you take a good look around you, you've been here long enough-you know what it's like." He gestured assertively to Benny.
"We will always be targets...but in the end, so will they." He started to walk up beside Cas before he spoke again.
"I ain't leaving him behind."
"If that's how it's gunna be-" Benny started to walk.
"-You sure are a stubborn ass, you know that?" The three of them exchanged looks before Benny shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk.
Cas followed closely behind him.
Dean who was still looking at Benny, smirked triumphantly as he caught up with the other two.
When Sam returned, Dean was staring intently at the birds-each had caught a fish of its own.
"Ready to go?" Sam asked him, brows raised. He looked slightly concerned.
Dean broke his focus, briefly rubbing at his jaw.
"Yeah. Let's get going."