Yay! New chapter! This chapter was a bit harder to write then the others . Well enjoy!
The demon grabbed Dean by his neck and lifted him in the air. Dean attempted to unscrew the holy water with one hand, using his other hand to grab the demon's wrist. He finally succeded and threw the water into the demons face, causing it to scream and release him. He began to cough when he fell to the floor, he grabbed the shotgun and looked to where Sam had been. Finding an empty wall with no Sam, Dean began to panic. He looked at the end of the warehouse, Sam was there writing on the floor. Dean smirked and began to ran over there.
"Dean, watch out. He's going to try to grab you."
Dean got a headache from Castiel's voice but turned around and shot the demon in the leg. Once the demon fell to the ground he knew he only had a few seconds to run. He bolted over to Sam who had finished the devil's trap. The demon lifted Sam up with it's powers and smirked. Dean growled and tried shooting the demon to let Sam go, it didn't seem to phase the demon though. He looked up to his choking brother and bit his lip.
"Go grab the demon's forehead." Castiel instucted him.
"What? Why the hell would I do that?" Dean questioned without realizing he said it out loud.
"Just trust me. You will save Sam and yourself. Now hurry!" Castiel's voice boomed in his head. He quickly ran to the demon and tackled him, sending them to the ground. Sam fell to the ground, barely still awake. Dean grabbed the demon's forehead and a white light began to shine through his hand. The demon shoke but then went still. Dean's eyes widened as he looked at his hand, "Cass, what the hell?" Dean stood up before stumbling, he was now light headed. He saw Sam from the corner of his eye, standing up. Dean's eyes closed as he fell to the ground with a thud.
He was now in a pictch black room, only being able to see Castiel standing in front of him. "OK, tell me what the hell is happening! Why am I hearing you, seeing you? How the hell did I do that?" Dean shouted. Castiel stared at Dean for a moment before stepping closer to him, "I've said this before, you and I, we share a more profound bond. I was able to get into your head. As for the power, I lent it to you." Dean blinked, "How the hell can you lend me your powers?" Castiel turned around, "I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I can, it saved you and Sam." Dean looked at Cass as his eyes began to fill with sadness, "Even after death, all you do is protect us." Castiel turned back to Dean, surprised when Dean's arms embraced him. Castiel gently put his hand on the back of Dean's head before whispering, "Dean, you should wake now. Your brother is worried, get back to him." Dean shook his head, "I will just let me ask you, why hadn't you talked to me till the day after you died?" Castiel pulled away from the hug and spoke, "I couldn't get into your head, it was strange but I was able to break through." Dean looked Castiel in the eyes, "You still don't know where you are?" Castiel shook his head no, "I have yet to find out. I believe I may be in purgatory." Dean clentched his fists before yelling, "I'll find a way to save you Cass! I will!" Castiel just nodded at the comment, "Now go back to Sam."
"Dean! Dean wake up!" Sam started yelling, shaking his brother. Dean's eyes fluttered open before holding his head, "Geez Sam, quite down will ya?" Sam smiled widely before hugging Dean then shortly he pushed away. "I have questions. Answer them. What did you do to the demon? Who were you talking to when you asked why you would do 'that'? What is 'that'?" the younger brother questioned. Dean's eyes widened, he hadn't realized Sam had heard him, let alone saw him. He shook his head and avoidied Sam's eye contact. "Sam, it's nothing. You wouldn't believe me." Sam clentched his fists, "Try me. You have to talk to me Dean. Please." Dean stared at Sam for a minute before sighing, "I was talking to Cass. As for the demon, Castiel had lent me his powers." Sam gave Dean a questioning look, "You talked to Cass? How? And how did he lend you his powers?" Dean shrugged, "Something about a bond between us." Sam blinked, spechless on what to say. Dean stood up, "Well let's do something with the body so we can go back to the motel and pack up." Sam nodded "I'll go dig the whole, you clean up in here." Sam walked out of the warehouse and to the car to grab the shovel. Dean looked around and found a sponge, he wetted it from some leaky hose in the corner of the warehouse. He bent down next to the devils trap and began to scrap it off.
"Stop trying to think of way to get me out of purgatory, you can't afford to get sloppy on the job. Erase all traces you were here, go back to the motel, then you can think if you insist."
Dean sighed, Castiel was right, he should be focusing on getting his fingerprints off this place. After about an hour of scrubbing, he managed to get all traces of them ever being there gone. Sam ran in, "I'm finished. Now let's hurry and throw the body in." Dean nodded then grabbed the body and dragged it outside. They threw it into the large hole, Dean unpacked his salt and oil and doused the body in it. "You're gonna burn the body?" Sam looked at Dean and raisied his eyebrows. "Yep. We don't want to risk it coming back as a ghost or anything." Sam blinked and looked at the body as the older hunter lite a match and threw it on the body. The body lite up, the smell of burning flesh consumed the air. Sam walked back to the car and sat himself in the passenger seat. Dean stared at the car then got himself in the drivers seat, he drove back to the motel. Sam walked in behind him and plopped himself onto the bed, passing out nearly imedetly. Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby's number.
"Hello?" Bobby said in a groggy voice
"Bobby, I need to know if there's any way to open up purgatory to get one soul out."
Cliffhanger! Muhahahahah!
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