Title: Purgatory
Rated for: ? does it need a rating ?
Genre: General
Fandom/Universe: Supernatural / ?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Balthazar, OC
Spoilers/Warning: None yet
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Status: In-Progress
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Balthazar hears it, the sounds and oh have they come out. That heavenly grace is calling to everyone… He's considering going to Castiel. It'll be a fight, painful- possibly his death, permanent this time… Something inside is bothering him- that damn conscience again- and he scowls into the semi-dark of what goes for day in purgatory. He has nothing to feel bad about. Not for leaving Castiel with his human and that … that … girl. She's more protection for his brother than Cas deserves if Balthazar is being mean about it. She's got her own hound.
… …
"Ridiculous!" Balthazar snarls under his breath. He's on the ground before he can change his mind and moving quickly. "I'm going to regret this."
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Dean's sitting on the ground staring at her 'bed'. Cas hasn't moved either, standing behind Dude and watching the hounds pacing outside.
This growling is different, she feels it inside… of course.
Hunger.
Her brow furrows, a slight frown trying very hard to ignore the soft voiced apology over to her left. She's not the only one feeling hungry. Thòrnê closes her eyes but it doesn't help because she certainly feels his grace.
'Alright, get over this girly moment.' Because no matter what she sees or thinks, nothing in purgatory can fake a heavenly grace.
Dean's startled, green eyes wary as Thòrnê unfolds from her curled up position and gets to her feet. He's been trying to ignore the muted scuffles of the hellhounds itching to get another piece of him-
"Food." Thòrnê finds Castiel's sheepish expression disconcerting. He's not like she remembers.
"Yeah, we need to eat." Dean agrees. He stands up, back and legs stiffly protesting from his seat against the cold rock. "Too bad we can't get it delivered and I doubt there's a diner anywhere in purgatory."
Thòrnê hesitates, not sure about addressing Dean, she's still not sure he's completely imaginary. Her eyes rest on Dude. He's been sitting at the mouth of the cave- she can't even tell how long it's been since she ran in here with him practically dead. Her eyes flit back to Castiel wondering again what part of it is true and what she's made up herself. Because Dean can't really be in purgatory… what she's heard from them… Did they kill a Leviathan? How? With what? And maybe Castiel's… altered personality makes sense if she would just accept what they have told her. It's plausible…
Dean has nowhere to escape to as Thòrnê grabs his jacket in both her hands. "Hey-!" even on his toes he can't escape as her nose invades his space. She draws in a breath, her skin cold against his neck and throat and then Dean emits an embarrassing yelp when she bites him. "What the fuck-! Thòrnê-!"
Thòrnê shoves him, a little harder than she should. Her eyes narrow studying him all flustered and upset and maybe even just a little hot and bothered which makes him all the more uncomfortable. She can tell all this from the rate of his increased heartbeat and body temperature not to mention the slight change in his scent.
'I can't be imagining all this…'
Thòrnê's going with 'Dean is real'.
For now. She'll trust her senses and the fact Castiel acknowledges Dean is there with them. Though going along with Castiel in this altered state is a stretch but…well, what else is there?
"Wait here." She's going to ignore his discomfort.
Dean scowls at Thòrnê's back and she's moving-crawling back into her 'bed'. Dean throws his hands up in frustration thinking she's going back to her 'broken' status when he sees her lie flat on her stomach. Half of her is engulfed by shadow before Dean moves in beside her with a question on the tip of his tongue almost positive she's not going to answer him. "What are you doing?"
"Food." Thòrnê's voice echoes slightly as she pulls herself further into what he now sees is a tunnel. "We're all hungry."
"Food…" Dean eyes the small dark hole with a healthy dose of fear. "I doubt there's anything edible…" but he's not following her.
"I'll just wait, here." Cas offers with a hesitant look around. He's ignored.
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He's approached carefully, none of them want to suffer his wrath and the news they'll convey can only bring it down on their heads. He doesn't acknowledge their presence. His patience fading the longer they hem and haw before speaking.
"Speak."
The story spills out almost before he's done with the order. The new arrivals have made a lot of noise but the one the hellhounds have ignored is the one that matters to him.
"The Alpha…" he looks at the vamp, nothing particularly stands out and he doesn't care to remember him either. "Find him. Now."
They scatter to do as he's ordered.
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Thòrnê is running, she's got a bag with veggies that are edible. It's not what she knows Dean will like but the meat available in purgatory makes her stomach turn. She doesn't think Dean would eat any of the scraps Dude brings to her though she'd love to see his expression... She's heading back to the cave. Careful not to draw unwanted attention but even so she's a little late in reacting to the steps coming towards her.
Thòrnê feels the impact and drops her bag of goodies to throw off her attacker. Her clothes soak up the moisture on the ground and the 'twigs' snap under them as they roll. She swipes her hand across her face where a lock of hair has fallen in her eyes and spots the shadowed figure already lunging at her again. Her side stings, wounded and just hopes it isn't any worse than it feels but she has no time to think of it in the struggle that continues.
It's fast and hungry, she can hear it growling, it's grip painful even as she slips from its arms. She can't hold it down either, not for long and she rolls away. Thòrnê is poised to attack when she sees it clearly, pearly white fangs, sharp and bared.
"Vampire." Her voice conveys disgust, lack of fear and a hint of animosity.
"You smell like them." He stands tall; hunger is set aside because he wants something else more than food at the moment.
"You're not so fresh yourself." Thorne retorts. She's not dropping her guard, it's faster and stronger than the vamps she remembers dealing with.
"Where are they?"
"Great." Thorne rolls her eyes. "Another one he pissed off."
"I want him."
Thorne moves- steps further away from him as the vampire moves towards her.
"Get in line." Because there are plenty of pissed off nasty things out there wanting a piece of both Winchesters.
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"She's been gone too long." Dean scowls at the dark cave. He can't help worrying about Sam left alone with Meg but there's nothing he can do about that now. His frown deepens as his thoughts turn to Thòrnê and her reaction towards them. Well, it was her behavior towards Dean…
The laughter faded and she lay staring up into the scratches above her head. She muttered to herself but he figured it was along the lines of whether or not she was hallucinating them. Dean shifts uncomfortably, its her fault.
'Where the hell does she get off licking me?'
He refuses to touch his cheek let alone rub at the 'scratch' she inflicted just to be sure he was real.
'She fucking bit me!'
At least it got her out of that weird space because Dean just can't deal with that and finding a way home for all of them. What worries Dean is that Thòrnê hasn't found a way out and it's been over three years.
"She's very capable, Dean." Cas replies quietly. "You're right. She's not as fragile as human females."
Dean snorts. "Yeah, fragile."
He's regretting having said that because what he's seen … it's purgatory. She's been in this place for a little over three years and her only friend is a fucking hellhound. A hellhound!
No, she's not 'girl' fragile but she's not un-breakable either…
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Balthazar watches from the sidelines, far enough away he's not a target. There's a hierarchy in purgatory and dead angels don't rank high enough to be a threat. He's learned to keep himself 'alive' by staying out of the feuds and there are too many to try and find a side. In purgatory, numbers don't mean safety- it makes for better targets.
"She's not getting out of this one." He turns away from the newest guests of purgatory forcibly dragged away into the largest nest of vampires in the place. Castile will be alone now…
That grace is calling.
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Thòrnê struggles even though she has no visible escape. It doesn't make a difference because she'll make herself such a nuisance they won't bother to 'eat' her or turn her… so long as she can piss them off enough they'll just kill her.
'I'm definitely good at that.'
He's waiting, like a king sitting in his hall watching as they're dragged in. Thòrnê catches the slight hiss of bared fangs from the Alpha beside her. He killed a dozen of his own before he was too hurt to and weak to take the rest on.
"A bonus."
Thòrnê smacks her shoulder on the ground in front of the vampire, refuses to make any sound and keeps herself huddled into a ball listening to her surroundings. She'll get her chance eventually…
"Do you know who I am?" the alpha lands on his knees, blood flowing from the many cuts over his body have crusted n dried into his clothes and skin. He doesn't look good, not very threatening and there's a quiver in his voice.
The silence in broken by snickers and restrained laughter while the vampire's broad smile serves to anger the alpha.
Thòrnê looks through her lashes as the vampire leisurely stands. He's beautiful, really though she frowns at the wayward thoughts her mind is pulling out of nowhere. Like the fact the vampire's pale skin seems translucent and his black hair is just long enough to reach his collar. Her fingers twitch- maybe it's as silky as it looks, if she could touch it she would be sure…
The vampire draws in a breath, eyes fluttering with the fresh scent of blood and he focuses his attention on the huddled figure by his feet.
"She's filthy."
Thòrnê frowns, her eyes un-focus and blinks wondering who's filthy when she's pulled to her feet. She winces, favoring her side even though it's made that much more difficult with the restraints.
He smoothes the black strands out of her face, his hand trailing along the curve of her cheek to her throat and traveling down her chest, around her waist until his fingers dig into the cut. Thòrnê bites down on her lip but even so it hurts and he's pleased by the muffled sound she makes. She watches him lick the blood from his fingers…
"Clean her up." The vamp focuses on the alpha, blood coating his bottom lip which he licks away. "How did you get here?"
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