Okay guys, lets see what happens now that Sam has gotten to Purgatory!

Chapter Six

Meg was thrown to the ground at the foot of the dais that held Crowley's throne. She looked up with hatred in her eyes, and a disdainful smile.

"Crowley," she spat.

"Whore." The King of Hell stood up from his throne and strode slowly down the steps to stand right in front of Meg. He stood there looking at her, and she met his gaze fearlessly for several long seconds before he backhanded her across the cheek.

Meg's head snapped to the side and she bit off a cry, knowing it was only going to get worse from here.

"No knight in dirty flannel to come rescue you this time," Crowley told her, reaching down and gripping a handful of her hair, raising her face to meet his gaze.

She smiled up at him. "I don't need a knight," she said firmly. "I have an angel."

Crowley smirked. "Then he can have what's left of you once I've finished—if he's not some monster's supper already," he said and released her, turning to his demons. "Take her out of here and get her ready."

They pulled Meg to her feet and Crowley stepped over, leaning close to her ear. "I'll see you soon, darling. We're going to have a fantastic time together, I'm sure."

Meg spit at him as she was dragged away. She would endure whatever Crowley had in store for her. Because Sam and gotten to Purgatory and he was going to find Dean and Cas and bring them back. And when they got back, Cas would find her.

She had faith in the treetopper.

Sam gasped as his surroundings solidified again, after the vortex of passing through the portal. He blinked, spinning around to see where he was.

It was a forest, huge trees reaching up to a dull grey sky, stretching on as far as he could see. Sam took several steps in one direction, and then hesitated. He had no idea where he was going. No idea where to start looking for Dean and Cas—where they had even come in themselves or how far they had gone. He began to realize just how ridiculous his plan had been.

But he would find them, that much he was sure of. He just hoped he could survive long enough to do so.

He chose a direction, praying it wasn't the wrong one, and started off through the trees.

He came across several corpses not too far into his journey. He crouched down to see a severed head and picked up a stick to pry one of the cold lips up, revealing fangs. Vampire. Sam straightened with a frown. Could that be Dean's work? It seemed almost too good to hope. But in any case, the corpses looked to be no more than a couple days old and it was a better lead than he could have hoped for so he continued in the same direction.

The main thing he noticed was that the forest was eerily quiet. No normal wildlife here. He had the continuous feeling of something watching him, and he didn't want to bet that there wasn't something doing just that, so he kept alert at all times, his knife and gun in his hands, already wishing he had brought more weaponry.

He traveled for hours, or at least, he figured it was. It was hard to tell because there wasn't a sun to tell the passing of time, going toward the west, he just started to notice that it was getting a little darker and then a little more dark, and things started to stir in among the trees and he had a bad feeling about the whole atmosphere. So when he found a tree that he could climb into and had a lot of good branches for resting on, he took the opportunity and ascended swiftly into some of the higher branches.

Sam wedged himself into a broad crook and, with his knife in one hand, and his gun in the other, he started his long first night in Purgatory.

Dean leaned back against the cave wall, sitting near Cas' head, and just waiting for him to wake up, give some sign that he was going to be okay. He'd checked the angel's injuries about an hour ago and they were half healed, so he took that progress as a good sign, but Cas still hadn't woken. Dean was also kind of afraid that when he did, he may try to just fly off again, no matter what Dean said, or how hard he tried to reason with him.

Benny was out scouting, getting his bearings after Cas had zapped them away from the Levis the night before. Dean hoped they were closer to the portal than before. He didn't know if he had the strength for several more days of this, let alone several more weeks. And he also wasn't figuring on the Levis letting them go so easily next time they caught up with them. Either way, he just wanted to get out of here, wanted to make sure Sam was alright and was taking care of Baby, wanted to sleep in a bed again, wanted a burger…

Dean groaned, running his hands over his face. Hell, he'd even go for just washing his hands with actual soap. He hadn't yet been able to scrub all the grime and monster blood off since he got here. He wasn't exactly a clean dude with the life he led, but seriously. A damn shower, even half-cold in a crappy motel room would be like heaven—better, he thought wryly. He was going to have to make sure he appreciated the little things more once they got back.

If they got back.

He was broken out of his musings as Cas shifted and let out a quiet moan. Dean was instantly on his knees, kneeling over Cas, a hand on his shoulder. "Cas? Hey buddy, you awake?"

The angel's eyes fluttered open after a few more seconds and Dean held his breath as he watched his friend gather himself.

"Dean?" Cas finally whispered, blinking blearily up at him.

Dean forced a small smile. "Yeah, it's me. You with me?"

Cas seemed to take stock of his body, one hand touched his opposite arm where the poison had been. He started to yank at the cloth Dean had tied around it with clumsy fingers before Dean finally sighed and pulled it off for him, figuring he needed to see for himself.

Cas frowned as the wound was revealed. Dean was glad to see it looked a lot better than it had last night. There were still some of Benny's fang marks but it was mostly healed, and didn't look mangled anymore. There also weren't any more black lines of Levi poison reaching out from it.

"But…how?" Cas asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"You've got Benny to thank for that," Dean told him, pointing to the arm. "We caught the poison in time and he was able to suck it out."

Cas looked somewhat surprised, but lowered his arm back down, and just rested for a moment. He still looked completely exhausted but a few seconds later he tried to sit up.

Dean sighed and helped prop him up against the cave wall, knowing the stubborn idiot wouldn't stop until he did, and watched as Cas closed his eyes briefly, taking several deep breaths. Dean sat against a rock, facing him, making sure the wounded angel wasn't just going to topple over.

Cas finally opened his eyes again and met Dean's. "Dean…I'm sorry. If I had known before that I was putting you in danger by being here, I would have left sooner."

"Cas, stop," Dean snapped then closed his eyes with a sigh, gathering his thoughts, before he continued. "Look, we are both warriors, we know the risks of that lifestyle. It's no different down here than it ever was on earth, it's just more…I don't know, concentrated. Concentrated fuglies after our hide." Dean shrugged. "But, man, you can't just run off like that. We need to stick together because we're stronger as a team."

"I didn't leave you alone, you still had Benny," Cas protested. "I would never have left you unprotected."

Anger flared up in Dean's chest. "This isn't about me being alone or unprotected or not, Cas, this is about me caring that you could have died, okay?" he shouted, before casting a worried glance out the cave entrance, hoping he wouldn't attract any of those monsters. He ran a weary hand over his face, trying to phrase this right so Cas didn't misunderstand him. "Cas, I know that I haven't been a good friend these last couple years and I'm sorry, I truly am, but that doesn't mean I don't…care about you any less than I ever did. You're still my brother, you idiot. How do you think I'd feel if Sam decided to pull what you did?"

Cas looked down at his hands folded in his lap. "You'd be angry," he said blandly.

"Damn right I would, but angry because I wouldn't want to lose him, because I love him. Just like you, you idiot."

Cas looked at him incredulously for a long moment, and Dean shifted under the scrutiny.

Finally Cas opened his mouth to speak, licking his dry lips as if to bide time. "Dean, I…I think of you and Sam as my family too. But I also view myself as your protector, I want to keep you safe at all costs."

"And you think I don't?" Dean demanded.

Cas leveled a firm look at him. "It's not the same, Dean."

"The hell it isn't," Dean growled. "Cas, this isn't about you being my 'guardian angel' or whatever, this is about you running from things that you need to turn around and face instead before they eat you alive. And I'm not talking about the Leviathans."

Cas ducked his head and Dean saw that he had hit the nail on the head. He swallowed hard before he continued.

"Look, man, whatever you think you owe me and Sam, whatever penance you think you need to pay, I think you've suffered enough this past year to make up for it ten times over. The angels may have decided you're not good enough to be one of them anymore, but screw them. To me and Sam, you're still family, and we'll take you whether you're fallen, crazy or whatever it is this week. Just, please, do me a favor and stop trying to sacrifice yourself every time I turn around. We're both gonna get out of here if I have to drag your feathery ass out myself."

Cas finally looked at him again, his head cocked slightly to one side. "My ass is not actually feathery, you know."

Dean groaned in exasperation, but at the same time that comment was so much like old Cas he had to fight not to smile. "You know what I mean, idiot."

Cas was silent for a long moment before he sighed. "You know I've…been seeing things more clearly lately."

"I've noticed."

"But I suppose I still managed to miss a few of the more important things," Cas admitted.

Dean gave a small smile. "Maybe one or two." This was a step in the right direction and Dean was glad to finally, maybe, see some progress in Cas' psychological state. He hated it when the angel talked about all that penance, and being expendable crap. And yeah, while he knew he was probably—definitely—responsible for part of that, it also reminded him of how Cas' family had just thrown him out without a scrap of forgiveness, even though he was the best of all of them.

"I'd still die for you if it came to it, though," Cas told him firmly. "And I'm not going to apologize for that."

Dean shrugged. "Can't argue. As long as you don't get pissy if I ever have to do the same."

Cas heaved what sounded like an exasperated sigh, but one corner of his mouth turned up in a wry smile. "I would be foolish to expect anything less from a Winchester."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him, but had to shake his head in acceptance. "Touché."

A step sounded outside the cave and Dean and Cas both snatched weapons up, though Dean moved faster and was already on his feet as the figure entered the cave. He let out a pent up breath as he saw it was Benny.

"Hey," the vampire said, before nodding to Cas, seeming relieved he was awake.

"So, what's the sit-rep?" Dean asked him.

Benny glanced over his shoulder. "We're not far from the portal, but there's something else going on out there. Ran into a vamp I used to know."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Benny smiled slightly. "Well, he's dead. But before I chopped off his head, he told me something odd. Said he thinks there's another mortal down here."

"Mortal, like another human?" Dean asked with a frown.

"Just a rumor," Benny shrugged. "But thought you might like to know."

"Dean," Cas said, levering himself to his feet, a bit stiffly, but at least he seemed able to stand. "What if Sam found a way in?"

Dean's stomach dropped to his feet. That was the thought he had been trying to avoid. "But that's impossible, right?" Dean demanded. "I mean, we only got here because we were next to Dick…"

Cas gave him a look. "Is anything impossible for a determined Winchester?" he asked blandly. "If there's a way out, there may be a way in."

"Like a backdoor," Dean said, and cursed, shaking his head. "Dammit, Sammy." He turned to Benny. "Your friend say where this human is?"

"Not far from here," Benny said. "If it is your brother, we should probably hurry. The residents have been getting frustrated at not being able to get a taste of you, and if they find him first…"

Dean grabbed his weapons and his coat, as Cas also shrugged into his trench coat and slid his angel blade into his sleeve.

"You can find him too, right?" Dean asked Benny.

The vampire shrugged. "If we get close enough, I should be able to smell him."

Dean nodded and turned to Cas. "You good?"

The angel nodded firmly. "Let's go find Sam."

Sam spent the night in the tree without incident and started out as soon as it began to get light. He hadn't gotten any sleep, having mostly been listening to the unknown creatures stirring and growling in the woods below, waiting with bated breath for one of them to be able to climb up to his hiding place. The more he thought about it the more afraid he was for Dean and Cas, especially since they hadn't even planned on coming here like he had. What if they had been blasted right into the middle of a pack of monsters?

But Sam had to hold out hope they were still alive and still trying to find a way out. Of course, now even if Sam was able to track them down within twenty-four hours, the reaper wouldn't be there to bring them back. He would likely be dead by now or off in an unknown corner of the world hiding from Crowley's wrath. Sam swallowed hard as he thought of Meg, holding off those demons. He was pretty sure they wouldn't have killed her, but it was little comfort considering he knew that the alternative would be Crowley torturing her. He wished he'd had a chance to promise that they would find her once he got Dean and Cas out.

That is if he didn't die first.

And that was looking like a pretty likely scenario, especially when Sam walked into a clearing and found several men standing there as if they had been waiting for him.

He pulled up short, raising his gun. "Get out of my way," he said firmly.

One of them laughed, striding toward him, and allowed his fangs to descend. A vampire then. The vamp took a deep inhale and grinned. "Ah, would you look at that, more fresh meat," he said.

"Maybe this one will be easier to take down," said another.

Sam watched the vamps approach him, but felt a swell of relief as well at their words. If there was 'another' human that wasn't easy to take down, Sam could only imagine that was Dean. Which likely meant he was still out there.

He still wished he'd brought a bigger knife though.

"I wouldn't count on that," he said, and suddenly took off, darting between the trees.

The vampires shouted and followed him as Sam crashed through the underbrush, leaping over logs and rocks and praying he didn't trip. Even without tripping, he knew he couldn't outrun vamps for long.

Turned out he was right.

He pulled up short as one darted in front of him, and he wasn't able to stop the momentum he had worked up to leap out of the way before the vamp tackled him to the ground. Sam rolled, managing to kick the vampire off of him, and swung his blade, stabbing his attacker in the thigh. The vamp howled, but by then, his companions had come, and they set on Sam from both sides.

Sam got a shot off at one, even though it would do little good, before he lost his grip on his gun. That was when he simply picked up a large stick and slammed it into the side of one of the vamp's heads.

"He's a feisty one too," one of the other vamps growled, before he launched himself at Sam, locking his hands around his throat and began squeezing.

Sam thrashed, stabbing at the vampire, who didn't seem to be bothered much, and just continued to choke him out. Black spots were starting to swim over his vision, and he bucked frantically to try and get the vamp to release its grip.

There was a shout that sounded as if from far away, and for some reason Sam thought it sounded familiar. A second later, the vampire was wrenched away from him and he curled onto his side, choking and trying to force air back into his lungs.

Once he finally managed to breathe again, he grabbed his gun and knife, scrambling to his feet to see who had rescued him.

He almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw his brother and best friend taking out the last of the vampires. Dean looked practically feral, as he swung a crazy stone-bladed weapon and took off the vamp's head in one blow, a snarl on his lips.

"Dean!" Sam cried and stumbled forward.

Dean didn't give him the chance. A grin broke out over his face as he rushed forward and swept Sam into a tight embrace. Sam heaved a sigh of relief as he squeezed his brother as tight as he could, ignoring the filth that covered him—and his…pungent odor—and just simply reveling in the fact he had Dean here, in his arms, and he was real and alive and Sam almost couldn't believe it.

Sam closed his eyes in relief, as Dean gripped the back of his head with one hand. "God, Sammy, it's good to see you," he whispered fiercely, voice wavering with emotion.

"You too," Sam managed to choke out, and then they finally pulled away. Sam smiled and strode two more steps toward Cas and pulling the angel into an embrace as well. Cas seemed slightly startled at first, but after a second he wrapped his arms around Sam and squeezed back.

"Sam, it's so good to see you again," Cas told him.

"You too, Cas," Sam grinned as he pulled back, looking between the angel and his brother before his eyes fell on the previously unnoticed third member of their party. He frowned.

"Dean," he said, half questioning, half cautious.

Dean nodded to the third man. "Sam, this is Benny. He's a vampire, but he's been helping us out down here."

Sam stared incredulously at Dean for a second. A vampire? He turned back to 'Benny' and saw him extend a hand.

"Heard a lot about you, Sam," he drawled.

Sam hesitated a second before he took his hand, but shook firmly. If Dean and Cas trusted him, then he supposed he could too.

"What the hell are you doing here, man?" Dean demanded then. "How'd you get in?"

Sam sighed tiredly. "Rogue reaper coyote…it's a long story. Problem is, I don't have a way out."

"We do," Dean said. "Benny knows a way out, and we're heading there now."

"No more than a day's travel from here," the vampire said.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise. This seemed almost too good to be true. "Okay then, let's go."

As they started out, Sam and Dean fell back to talk. "So, how's Cas?" Sam asked quietly.

"Significantly less loopy than when you last saw him," Dean said.

Sam glanced at the angel's back. "So, he's…better?" he asked in relief.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. It's been a long ride."

Sam looked his brother up and down. Aside from being dirty, he didn't look to be in bad shape. "How are you?"

Dean shrugged. "Huh, you know. As well as can be expected vacationing in mosterland. The tourism bureau down here sucks."

Sam smirked slightly. "Well, I'm just glad you're not monster chow."

"I'm glad you're not Crowley's new favorite plaything," Dean told him. "What about Kevin? He okay?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, we got him and his mom to safety. Garth's looking after them."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "'We'?"

"Meg and I," Sam offered. "We've uh, been working together."

Something passed over Dean's face and Sam stopped him before he could open his mouth, slightly angry that his brother would give him that reaction. "Dean, it's not like that. She's actually been a valuable asset. She wanted protection from Crowley and…she also wanted to help get Cas out."

Dean's face seemed to soften a bit and he glanced up to where the angel was walking with Benny. "Why isn't she here then?"

Sam swallowed hard. "When we were gonna pass through the portal, Crowley's demons caught us. She stayed behind to hold them off."

"Damn," Dean muttered, glancing at Cas' back again. "You think she's still alive?"

Sam gave him a look. "I don't think Crowley would kill her that quickly."

Dean cursed again, and Sam didn't know what else to say. He had no idea how they were going to go about finding Meg once they got back topside, but he knew they were going to somehow. After everything, he couldn't in good conscious leave her to Crowley's torments, especially if Cas was so fond of her.

They hurried to catch up with the others and it was a brisk hike the rest of the day until the sun went down and they were forced to find shelter for the night. Apparently Sam's rescue had taken some time out of their travel, but Benny assured them they would make it to the portal the next day.

Dean told Sam to sleep and that he would take first watch. From the way he said it, Sam knew he meant he would stay up all night. He agreed, though reluctantly, knowing Dean had to be even more exhausted than he was. But then, he knew his brother. Always so stubborn.

He was woken sometime in the middle of the night by a muffled cry and sat bolt upright, grabbing a weapon and looking for the source.

But all he saw was Dean leaning over Cas, shaking him awake and talking to him softly.

"Hey, it's okay, you're with us, you're safe," Dean was murmuring.

Cas was still gasping for breath, trying to struggle out from under his coat. He surged upright and bared an arm, clawing at the bend in his elbow with a terrified look on his face. Dean grabbed his wrists in a firm but gentle grip, stilling his movements.

"You're okay, Cas," he said. "It's over."

Sam narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was why Dean had been so adamant about keeping watch. He felt sick to his stomach as he wondered what they had gone through down here while he'd been trying to find a way to them. It was obviously bad enough to give Cas nightmares.

"Dean," Sam hissed.

Dean turned and held up a hand to tell him it was okay, and Sam reluctantly sank back to the ground, a pang in his chest. He didn't know angels could have nightmares.

"Sorry," Cas whispered in the darkness, folded in on himself, and still trembling. Sam wondered whether he should do something, but he didn't know what to say. Didn't even know what they'd gone through.

Dean shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Cas. Just go back to sleep." He reached out to rub the angel's back soothingly, and Cas sank to the ground, eyes already drooping. Sam had never seen him so exhausted before.

He watched Dean tuck the trench coat around Cas before settling back against a stone. Sam studied the heavy look on his brother's face for a few long seconds before he closed his eyes again, and tried to drift back to sleep. He would make sure to discuss this with Dean later.

They were up as soon as it started to get light and set off on the last stretch of their journey.

"So, Benny, how do you even know about this thing?" Sam asked the vampire.

"Hearsay," Benny replied. "But from reliable sources. Old things in here know a lot about a lot of things. Like the spell I learned to ride out of here with your brother."

Sam's eyebrows shot up, and he turned incredulously to Dean.

"Benny's coming with us," Dean said. "That was the deal for helping us find the portal."

"If the portal exists," Cas said suddenly.

Dean spun around to look at him. "What do you mean, if it exists?" he demanded.

Cas looked slightly apologetic. "Dean, I didn't want to mention it before, but…"

Everyone spun to a stop and watched the angel. Dean glared at him. "You got something to share with the class, Cas?"

The angel sighed, and looked away. "Dean, even if it does exist, it's a human portal. There's…there's no guarantee it will work for me."

Sam felt a pang in his chest, and saw an unidentifiable look pass over Dean's face.

"Cas, you're coming. We talked about this already," Dean snapped.

"I'm just saying," Cas replied wearily and reached out to place a hand on Dean's shoulder. "If it doesn't work, thank you. For everything."

Dean shook his head at him. "Save the Hallmark, Cas. It's gonna work. Nobody gets left behind." He pushed ahead to walk with Benny and Sam fell in beside Cas, seeing the tenseness in the angel's shoulders.

"You don't think it will work?" Sam asked him quietly.

Cas shrugged. "It's untested. And Purgatory has not been kind to me so far." Sam frowned, but as he really looked at Cas, he saw the angel was pale and gaunt, and there were horribly dark circles under his eyes. He did look terrible, like the weight of the world—or in this case, Purgatory—was on his shoulders.

He reached out and squeezed Cas' shoulder comfortingly. "Cas, we're not leaving without you. You have a human vessel, right? That must count for something. I'm sure it will work fine."

Cas looked away and didn't say anything. Sam pressed his lips together worriedly, but kept on following Dean and Benny.

They walked for a bit longer before they came out into a clear, rocky area, with a small cliff-face to the right of them. Benny had stopped, looking around.

"Said it was supposed to be here," he said, a bit of desperation hinted in his voice.

"Dammit, Benny," Dean grunted.

Sam was about to demand what was going on, when he was distracted by a leaf floating up from the ground and hovering in a weird way, past his face even though there was no wind to speak of.

"Guys," he said as he watched the progress of the leaf and looked up to see something up on the top of the rock face.

"What is that?" Dean asked, squinting.

Sam caught his breath and watched as the anomaly that had started as a pinprick, started to grow into a glowing rift.

"There, that must be it!" Sam said, pointed excitedly, relief washing through him.

"It's reacting to you two," Benny told them. "Only activates when humans are near."

"Okay then," Dean said and then turned to the vampire, pulling a knife from his belt. "Just like we talked about."

Sam watched as Dean made a cut in his arm and then Benny did the same before they clasped forearms, pressing the cuts together.

"Thanks, Benny," Dean told him.

"See you on the other side, brother," the vampire replied.

Dean chanted some Latin, and their wounds started to glow. Benny's form began to dissolve into mist that gathered through the cut underneath Dean's skin. Dean winced, grunting in pain, as a glowing bubble formed under his skin.

"Dean, you good?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded and pulled his sleeve back down. "Yeah, let's go."

They hurried up the rock face, beating back underbrush. Sam could feel the pull of the portal the closer they got. They were almost there.

"Dean, Sam!" Cas suddenly cried.

Before either of them could ask what was the matter, something slammed into the ground nearby.

"What the hell?" Sam cried.

It was two piles of black goo that formed into humans. Sam realized what they were even before Cas yelled, "Leviathans!"

"Dammit!" Dean shouted, pulling out his stone weapon.

"Dean, Sam, just go," Cas suddenly said.

"What? No way!" Sam yelled.

"Go, please!" Cas pleaded as the Levis started to come toward them, cruel smiles on their faces.

"Hell no, we get out together!" Dean insisted, reaching out and grabbing Cas' sleeve. "Now come on!"

"Dean!" Sam warned as a Levi rushed them. Dean leapt forward to meet it, swinging his weapon, but the Levi simply ducked under it and slammed Dean in the ribs, sending him tumbling back down the incline. Sam grabbed the weapon he had dropped and went to aid Cas, who had rushed to fight the Levis but was being pummeled mercilessly.

Sam growled, slamming the blade into one of the Levis' backs just as they had thrown Cas to the ground. The Levi spun around angrily and went all bigmouth.

"Sam!" Dean appeared and grabbed the back of the Levi's head. Sam didn't hesitate and swung at its neck, chopping its head off. Dean kicked the severed head down the cliff. That would buy them a few minutes anyway.

"Cas!" Dean cried and Sam saw the other Levi had the angel by the throat, shaking him like a ragdoll. Sam tossed Dean the weapon and his brother wasted no time in taking that Levi's head off too.

Cas slumped to the ground, gasping for breath and Dean hauled him to his feet.

"Come on!" he had to shout now, over the roar of the portal. Sam could barely stand upright this close. He could feel it pulling them in.

"Dean," Cas croaked, stumbling and falling on his knees, almost bringing Dean down with him. He looked over his shoulder and Sam saw more Levis materializing down the path. He hurried over and reached down with Dean, each of them grabbing one of Cas' arms.

"You're coming, Cas," Sam yelled.

"Yeah, you've gotta save your girlfriend from Crowley!" Dean told him. "He has Meg!"

Cas looked up at him in shock, and it was enough for the Winchesters to pull him to his feet.

They got to the portal just as the other Levis showed up, and the roar in Sam's ears was so deafening, he couldn't tell if he was shouting or not. He looked at Dean as they stepped into the portal and heaved Cas with them. One more step back and they were caught up in a whirling vortex that sucked them away from the Leviathans and Purgatory forever.