Opening Scene: Castiel has just poofed away and Dean is surrounded by groutesque shadowy figures and red glowing eyes. He's all alone and the creatures are closing in.

Chapter 1

"Truely Alone"

He was alone. Of course he was freakin alone. It's not like Castiel had ever really proven himself trustworthy.

He was pissed. But no time for that now because the sounds of snapping twigs pulls him back to the "Here and Now" where he's standing in the middle of a crowd of horrendous monsters that mean to rip him to shreds. He's unarmed and that just pisses him off even more. But of course he's used to not getting a fair fight when it comes to supernatural pieces of crap. More than half of the creatures he can't identify, partly because they're still nothing but shadowy figures hidden amoungst a backdrop of sgragaly trees and a yellow tinged sky and partly because well, he's hardly ever seen a creature in it's true form.

The ones he can identify are Hellhounds... What would a Hellhound be doing in Purgatory? Dean doesn't have time to be asking questions like that and he definitely doesn't have time to try to answer them.

All he can do is tense at the sounds of the creatures as they grow closer and ready himself for going down swinging.

There's a creature at the forefront of the group that looked liked some other sort of canine creature that Dean couldn't identify and it seemed to care less about caution than the rest. Perhaps that meant it was younger, more stupid. Because Dean for sure was no moron in the ways MOST animals hunt. If one thing attacked then it was likely that everything would attack and that meant there would be fighting for pecking order. He had one chance. One. To get out of this unharmed. Well reletively anyway.

He made a move to challenge the closest monster and just like he'd hoped the thing crouched low an then lunged for him it's jaws aiming straight for his throat. The second the creature's back feet left the ground all Hell or, Purgatory rather, broke lose. All the creatures made a move at once. Dean sidestepped the first airborn creature and ducked under the next one that had launched itself at him. Then he was jostled by the monsters as they landed in a heap in the middle of the circle (Where he was no longer standing thank "whoever", cause right now Dean thinks GOD is an asshole and he sure as heck isn't thanking HIM for anything). All the monsters now turned on each other with snarls and growls leaving Dean to get away.

As soon as he was clear of the writhing mass of creatures he bolted running for his life as he took in the fact that there were still several sets of the glowing red embers of monsterous eyes that hadn't been stupid enough to move with the first groop of monsters that had come at him and they running along side him through the trees moving in a well organized pattern like a pack that knew how to hunt together.

These were going to be a bit tougher to escape.

He had to think fast because he could hear the snapping of jaws as the creatures nipped at his legs like wolves after a deer would do. But whatever these monsters were they seemed to have the hunting methods of both wolves and lions because while the ones behind him nipped at his legs there were ones in front crouched low and stealthy ready to spring out and catch him.

He tried going through the trees at his right once he realized he was being driven into a trap but there were also monsters on both sides of him, spurring him the direction they wanted him to run.

It was hopeless.

The monsters lept from the treeline from in front of him and he was circled once more. He'd run himself till he was out of breath. Which aparently had been what they'd been wanting. One came forward out of the circle and the others held fast while the one sprung up at Dean.

Now that it was on top of him and he could get a good look at it he realized that it and it's kind were the Hellhounds he'd noticed earlier. Of course Hellhounds would be the better pack hunters in a place like this. But Dean couldn't think about anything beyond how much dying like this (again) sucked ass. Then he was in pain... LOTS of pain as he felt himself being ripped to shreds as the rest of the Hellhounds now moved in to share the feast his body would provide.

Dean watched as one of his arms was drug away and it was odd how he could actually still feel every part of himself being eaten, even the parts that were no longer attached. Then he came upon the sickening realization that his detached head was being drug away from the side of his own body. It wasn't till one of the Hellhounds started tearing away at his face that everything went black...

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He was alone and Crowley had taunted him with such before disapearing.

"I told you so Sammy." Said Lucifer wearing a proud grin on his face as he bounced up and down like an overexcited toddler that had just won a game of Candyland and the prize had been a truckload of real candy. "I told you so. I told you so. I told you so." Chanted Lucifer in a sing song voice as he now started skipping. Yes SKIPPING in a circle around Sam.

"Not real." Sam whispered to himself as he willed his body to move. And he just kept the thoughts in his mind repeating "Not real." as Lucifer skipped alongside him out to the parking lot and now the bastard was singing "You never left The Cage. You never left The Cage. You never left The Cage."

There was no one or no "thing" to stop him as he made his way out into the open.

There hadn't been any point for the Crowley or his minions to stick around now that Crowley had what he wanted and apparently he didn't view Sam as enough of a threat to attempt killing him when he'd had the chance. But Sam had an inkling that it was more than that. He was pretty sure that Crowley had let him live for the entertainment his suffering could give. And the rest of the Leviathan had probably scattered out to the far reaches of the globe now that they no longer had the structure of someone in charge so they weren't around to stop Sam either.

Sam made his way to the Impala. He would NEVER admit this to Dean but he loved this car just as much if not more than his big brother because the Impala had been the only real consistent home he'd ever known. Now Lucifer was making an "Awww" noise and he gave a gesture of wiping a tear from his eye as he said "Poor Sammy. Poor. Poor Sammy. Aw awone with no one to dry him wittle eyes."

Sam gave a sniffle as he realized he was crying and he had to keep the chant of "Not real" going in his mind to keep from shouting "SHUT UP!" at something that wasn't really there. Talking back to his hallucinations was how he'd messed up last time. Instead he focused on pushing the Impala backwards until she was clear of the sign that Meg had driven her into. Once The Impala cleared all the debri of broken glass Sam took in the damage done to her. Her front end was wrecked pretty bad which meant she probably wouldn't start and that meant Sam was going to have to boost a tow truck or something to get her out of here, he'd get her back to Rufus's cabin so that Dean could fix her when he got back.

That gave Sam pause. He had no idea where Dean was let alone how to get him back. What if it was someplace awful? What if Dean was suffering horrificly right now? Sam shuddered at the idea that Dean could be hurt. But Cas was with him and Cas wouldn't let anything bad happen to Dean. At least that's what Sam was hoping to be the case.

He had to think about one thing at a time well two things but one didn't count because he had no choice but to keep telling himself that Lucifer wasn't really there or else he would crack. And then what good would he be to Dean?

Sam had to leave the Impala for a moment so he could find a vehicle strong enough to pull her.

It wasn't hard to find anything he wanted in terms of a vehicle. Heck he could have boosted a Mercedes right off the lot if he wanted as all the people seemed to effected by the crap that was in the food that made people so stoned they didn't care to do anything but eat, drink and be lazy.

He picked a four wheel drive S.U.V. that was just the kind of sturdy he'd be needing and it was a hybrid so that meant it had really good gas mileage. He loaded the S.U.V. with all the supplies he'd need for a few weeks and soon he had the Impala on a trailer he'd stolen from the lot of a home improvement store and he was pulling her out towards Rufus's cabin while ignoring Lucifer's mockery the entire way.

When he got to the cabin he made sure the Impala was sheltered then he unloaded all the supplies he'd gotten. He spent the rest of the evening hauling crates full of books from the basement. He had a lot of research to do if he was going to get Dean home...

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