Feeling the weapon connect, Dean cried out in triumph. That quickly became a cry of pain when the weapon was ripped from his hands.
His body was soon engulfed.
He felt his brain rip in half.
His ears filled with the sound of static, deafened him. He soon felt blood trickle down his neck.
His eyes were burning, melting from the inside out.
He had done all he could, so with his final breath.
He yelled!
Silence.
Dean slowly opened his eyes and raised his brow at his surroundings. This definitely wasn't Heaven. Turning his head, he looked to the ground where he now lay. Pinned by his head, his weapon stood. Nothing more.
Looking past it, he eyed the trees. A flutter of wings later, dirty shoes, pants, and a trench coat appeared in his line of vision. He couldn't help the smile that came to his face. "..Always with the perfect timing, Cas.."
He said nothing else as he was pulled to his feet. Body like lead, he just watched as the angel walked/dragged him to the portal. A soft laugh escaped from his lips.
"I'm gonna call that bastard out into the open. When he's close enough, I'm gonna call to you Cas. That's when you appear and mojo his ass! Only come when I call, understand!? All his concern on me should weaken him enough to make it easier to take him down.."
He couldn't believe the plan had actually worked. Dean was alive and mr suit was no more!
He couldn't help but laugh some more. For once, everything was going according to plan!
Suddenly, Dean's back was to the portal and Castiel was holding him softly by the arms.
The angel said nothing, eying the hunter the way he always did when he'd poof up into his personal space. Dean swore he was always counting the freckles on his face.
No words were exchanged. One minute Dean was seeing blue, the next black.
-I'm The Guide, To Your Light Home-
His body shook, yet he was motionless.
He could feel warmth, but he was frozen.
He heard a voice, but he was speechless.
"Dean?...Dean!"He's shaking, more roughly this time. He knew then it wasn't his bodies fault. "Come on, wake up!" He feels his finger twitch but nothing else. He's awake, but he doesn't want to be aware.
He felt he should just give up.
"..Cas.."
His body is shifted and he can feel himself being lifted. He's suddenly engulfed and his body tenses. He can feel himself start to panic. "..It's Sam. Please..just open your eyes."
Panic was spewing from Sam's mouth and Dean's heart ached.
This is why he never gave up in Purgatory. Not just for Castiel's sake, but for his brother's. He had always been on the back of his mind. Pushing Dean forward, keeping him sane. Giving him hope he constantly questioned.
He wanted to see his brother's bitch face again and hear him yell when frustrated. He wanted to be the cause of that! And although he wasn't a fan of hugging, he wanted to hold his brother again. Pretend he was the little boy he watched constantly as a child, Hell, even now.
He just wanted his Sam back.
So, he opened his eyes.
Green met hazel and both brother's smiled. Dean's was soft, happy to be seeing his little brother again. Meanwhile, Sam's was big and that of relief.
"..Hey Sammy.."
Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I forgot how uncoordinated you were."
Dean laughed, shoving the man away from him. As he got to his feet, with help from Sam. He looked towards the bottom of the hill, both now on top.
His smile vanished. "..I thought it'd worked..." Sam blinked, but said nothing. Dean curled his fists tightly, eying the spot before him. Looking as if someone was there with them. "He had me, we were home free!" He turned his head away from Sam, eyes stinging with tears. Sam looked to the spot he stared at, sparing his brother's pride. "..He let me go.." He shook his head, clearing his throat loudly. Sam knew he was hiding a sob."He didn't even say a damn thing! ...He's probably dead..." Sam reached to grip his brother's shoulder, but then Dean turned to face him. "I'm not alone though!" He brought up his arm, eyes wide and smile crazy. "Benny got out too! ...Can you believe it? A damned vampire, Sammy!" He laughed, shaking his arm at his brother. Who just stood and watched. "He rode out in my arm!" He laughed, louder than necessary this time. "One of our worse enemies! Remember Gordon?" He whistled jerking up his sleeve.
He fell silent, seeing nothing. "I..I don't get it.." Sam sighed, lowering his gaze. "..Could he have been.. No, no! Not him too!"
Sam took his shoulder and gripped tight. "..He made it Dean. He's safe." Dean blinked, tilting his head. Sam couldn't help but laugh. That faded and he diverted his gaze from Dean and looked down hill.
Brow raised, Dean followed his gaze and met Benny. Quickly he looked back to Sam. "..Before you freak out, let me explain..!"
"No Dean, no need..."
Dean blinked again.
He didn't know why, nor could he figure out why Sam was okay with his brother, a hunter, making friends with and saving a vampire! He remembered reacting badly when Sam had explained the vegetarian vampires before. Hitting him was a constant reminder of that. He drift from that though, also unable to figure out how Benny had found his body on his own and knew exactly where to find Dean...which also made him question how Sam had found the opening to Purgatory.
Wonder after wonder crammed into Dean's brain. His gaze moved fast between Sam and Benny. Both looked sympathetic and sorry. When all his wonders began to slow, his body crashed and he was suddenly falling.
Before hitting ground, he was unconscious.
Just so you all know, I got constant headaches through out this story! Talk about being in your characters shoes! (..Although Dean isn't mine...unfortunately)
