Finding, Falling, Neverland

This wasn't how he'd expected it to go. This wasn't how he expected it to turn. He had hoped that the way to Leviathan country would be paved with blood and fire and vapor of smoke. He could have handled that.

What Dean could not handle was this pit. This white rabbit that Benny chased, for the hunger of its blood. The way Cas drew back, exhaled exhausted, eyes burning grace like the midnight oil. Then, they were falling down. Down into Neverland, or a place like it. A place where the Leviathan stored their food for later use. A place the Shadeem played their mind games.

Last and least, Dean was not ready for the way Sam looked so unafraid in the face of torment worse. How he hit his knees in a snowfall of fairy's down feathers. He inhaled, complete exhaustion, willing himself to exist.

Benny took the rabbit in his teeth. The blood dripped down from his throat, swarming in his nostrils. He spat it out and plucked the clock away from it.

"This is your fault!" Dean hissed at Benny. Benny smiled.

"Either I drink the fountain chance provides me, or I drink you, chief. You gotta decide which one sits with you better." Benny chuckled as he hung the clock about his throat.

"Or, I could cut you down here and now." Dean's hand went to his machete.

"He's the only one who knows the way." Cas gasped.

Dean turned to face his angel. Cas was afraid. Wings prickled like the hair on the back of a superstitious cat. Dean felt his spirit evaporate.

"Hey...I'm not the one you should be fearful of right now looks like…"Benny's attention was drawn not to Dean or to his threats but to Sam. Dean looked at Sam and felt his bones snapping and cracking with electric fright. Sam's face. His eyes. They shone like fallen sunlight. Lucifer's grace bubbling to the surface of his skin.

"You're not getting out of here without some damage. You shouldn't have come here." Sam gasped. He gathered the fairy's feathers in his hands. They caught fire and sent streams of lava rolling from his fingers.

Fairies, specters, Leviathan and Shadeem alike giggled in the dark. They were headed this way, moving as the ocean breathes.

"They're not coming for you. They're here for me. You're gonna let them take me back. And you're gonna get out of here. Make the end of me mean something, alright?"

Before Sam could be protested, he leaned his head back, blood running from his lips. Blood rolled like the ocean and met his feet. Benny hit his knees, covered his eyes, begged and pleaded_the pull of that blood much too strong.

Dean had been thrown into a tree. He lay there wide-eyed watching as Sam called the lightning to himself.

"Gods of the Shadeem! End this! Come out and face the freak that you created!"