Benny caught the monster and started questioning it. After a while, he walked up to Dean, who was keeping an eye out. "I don't think he knows, man." Dean passed him, and bent down to the chained down Rugaru. "Oh, he knows..." He studied the once human dispassionately. "Where's the angel?" His voice was level, his energy determined, and the Rugaru could sense it. When Dean slowly slid his Kurd knife in its flesh, it knew it had little to no chance. But it took it. "There's a stream..." it panted. "Go on." Dean urged. The Rugaru told him, offered to show it. Dean nearly laughed. He had never let a monster go. Not one, since he turned the tables and started hunting Purgatory's denizens. "How about you just tell me." he said instead, pulling the knife free and pressing the tip to the creature's chin. It swallowed and gave such a detailed description, Dean felt his heart sing. This was it! He'd found someone who knew! They would find Cas within days now! He looked at Benny, who just raised his eyebrows. He believed the thing too. "You know what, mutt? I believe you." Dean said, and shoved the knife up into its palette. The Rugaru gurgled and slumped. Dean pulled his knife free and swiped it clean on the mutt's clothes. "You heard him, Benny. Follow the stream. Three days. Once we got him, we can get out of here." Benny lifted his head. "You awfully sure, brother. It coulda been lyin'" Dean regarded the corpse. "Naah. It knew. So... we go now, or should we sleep?" Benny looked at him. "You'se all tensed up now, brother. You think you could rest? I know I could, but you? I ain't so sure." Dean's adrenaline bloated brain quickly weighed the pro's and cons. "I'm still on guard. Ask me again when it's your turn." Benny smirked and they made their way back to their camp.
Dean wiped the blood off his cheek and grinned. "Man, that felt AWESOME!" Benny regarded the head that had rolled to a stop at his feet, with a questioning face. "Just another fang to me, brother. Why was he so special?" Dean looked at the head with distaste and his upper lip curled and trembled. "He wanted to kill Sam." Benny scoffed. "Well, yeah. He's a vamp. That's kind of what we do." Dean kicked the dark head away and it skittered off. "No... he was a Hunter before he turned, and before he turned, he wanted to kill my brother." Benny raised his eyebrows. "Before he was turned? Why? Who was he?" All elation at the kill gone, Dean sighed and wiped his blade clean. "Gordon Walker." Benny whistled low. "Damn... that name was cursed here for quite a while." Dean nodded. "He was good. But he somehow got it in his head that Sam was the Anti-Christ and needed to be put down. He even caught me to lure Sammy out. Luckily, Sam was smarter than him, an he got locked away for a while. Once he got out, he soon got turned too. It was Sam who Columbian necktied him." Benny smirked. "You sound like a proud daddy. Did Sam have a hard time killing him?" Dean smirked back. "Oh yeah. Bare hands. Had to use razorwire to do it. But he did it. Always felt damn proud of him for that, but also a bit disappointed that I wasn't the one..." Benny chuckled. "Well, you got your chance now, brother. Did it feel good?" Dean looked up. "Yeah. It felt good." Benny nodded, a smile on his face. "Good. Now, let's keep goin'. Only one more day, give or take, and we can focus on getting the Hell outta here." Dean slung his Purgatory blade over his shoulder and followed the vampire.
Dean was grumbling "Follow the stream, follow the stream... I'm following it best as I can, but goddamnit! The mutt didn't tell us the frikken thing was frikken hard to follow!" Benny chuckled as he trudged along behind him. "You didn't think it would suddenly be easy, now did ya, brother?" Dean shot him a glare but shut up. Benny, however, didn't. "Look, chief, it's bound to be today that we find your little harpplayer. The Rugaru said three days journey. It musta known about the tough road." Dean sighed, but still said nothing. In his mind all kinds of scenario's played, one after the other. Cas was there, but poofed off as soon as he saw Dean. Cas wasn't there. Cas was there, but still nutty as squirrelpoo and thought they were there to kill him. Cas was there, but only the burned out corpse of his vessel. Cas was there, safe, sound and pissed off at Dean. Cas was there but didn't remember him. Cas was there, but was afraid Dean was still angry. Cas was there, but didn't want anything to do with Dean. Cas was there... Dean pushed away a branch and his thoughts ground to a full stop. Cas was there... he was THERE! Through a gap in the trees Dean could see a bend on the stream, and there sat Cas. Grimey, tense, but alive. He washed his face in the stream, sitting on his haunches. He looked haunted, but then again: who didn't look haunted in Purgatory? Dean gingerly stepped forward, stopping at the tree line. His heart leapt, but his mind ordered him to be cautious. "Cas!" he called out, unable to withold the relief he felt from sounding through. Cas stiffened, then started to look around. That was his awkward angel. Dean started to clamber down the incline, his heart thumping as he was half expecting Cas to either lash out, start fighting, or run off. Instead Cas waited, a hint of resignation hovering around him. Dean chose to ignore it, like the blatant disbelief on Cas' face, and chuckled in relief. He kept walking and pulled his best friend into a hug.
85% of the tension Dean had felt for the last year just melted away. "Man, it's good to see you!" Cas just stood there, not hugging back. To cover the anxiety roaring in his chest, Dean ran a finger along the impressive scruff the angel had grown. "Nice peachfuzz." he joked. Cas didn't smile. A wry: "Thank you." was all he gave, while his eyes darted around. 'Right. He wouldn't know I'd bring company.' Dean stepped back. "Want you to meet somebody. This is Benny. Benny this is Cas." Benny awkwardly shuffled his feet, ill at ease, but still managed an: "Hola." Cas didn't respond, his whole bodylanguage screaming: keeping my distance. Dean's insides squirmed. 'What if Cas doesn't want to come? NO! No. I'm not letting him stay here. Not ever. He's coming, if I have to knock him out and tie him up!' Cas eyed Benny, not judging, but assessing. "How did you find me?" he asked in his gravelly voice.