They didn't see it until they were practically on top of it and if they hadn't been paying attention it would have meant a 150 metre fall to their deaths.

"Woah, it's quite large then." Dean kicked a pebble into the chasm and watched its jumpy descent down the jagged rock.

"It's not usually this big…" Madeleine was staring across it, looking to the distant other side. "Maybe you're already having an effect." She shrugged.

"Or there's something else happening on the other side." John countered, looking uneasy.

"How does something this big move?" Dean was examining the way down, there were plenty of footholds, but it was a lot steeper than he'd like.

"How are angels chained up here? How did one little guy absorb all of this into himself? How come the sky is white?"

"Okay! I get it. This place is just screwed up."

"You got it, now off you pop!" John grinned, waving his hands.

"You're not coming with us?" Castiel asked.

"Are you kidding? I have no idea what's going to happen down there! What if the walls close in on me? It's not going to let me out so I might as well stay here. Have fun though, do tell everyone what a lovely time you had here."

Dean looked to Madeleine as she stood stiff. "I guess this is it then."

Her eyes glistened but she didn't cry. "I'll be here, I won't move until I know you've gone. Good luck," she hugged Cas, and then Dean.

"Thank you both, we owe you everything." Cas was solemn but as his eyes darted to Deans, he also saw a bright and radiant hope. This was it.

"Get going already, at this rate it'll leave before you even get down there." John huffed from where he was lying down, his hoody converted into a compact pillow.

"Nice knowing you, John." Dean rolled his eyes, and then he was choosing his first foothold and trying his best not to look down. They made steady progress, too anxious to get to the bottom to worry about taking many breaks. Dean slipped a few times but he always managed to catch himself just in time, and then he'd be right back to finding the next foothold. This was it, once they were at the bottom, something would happen: the floor would glow, the crack would open up or a door would appear. Dean had to stop himself getting caught up in his daydreams, he kept imagining he saw bright lights or felt the rock warming to his touch when nothing was there.

Suddenly there was no more down, just solid ground beneath his feet. It was dry, if any water had ever run here it was a long time ago. Little shrubs were growing all over the place now, trying desperately to catch some of that white light. It didn't look like an exit, it didn't look like anything ever happened here.

Nothing happened. He stood still, not daring to think, just clinging to the belief that something had to happen. They had come all this way, everyone had believed the Crack would let them out. He stared out at the jagged edges they had just climbed down, he couldn't imagine climbing back up. He looked down as he heard Cas move; he was kneeling now: whispering enochian to the ground but nothing was happening. There was no supernatural glow, no earth shattering noise, there was nothing. Dean felt hollow, he hadn't been contemplating what would happen if they couldn't leave but now that was all there was.

"Come on! Where is it?" He walked further along but it all looked the same. He studied the rock but there was no door. He listened to the bleak quiet but there was nothing to hear. He kept touching the walls as much as he could, thinking they needed to sense his human presence but they were just stone.

"Cas?" He didn't want to disturb him but if he stayed here much longer, he wasn't sure he would have the motivation to ever leave. Cas didn't move though, he continued as if Dean hadn't said a thing.

"Cas!" He pounded the side of the ravine with his hand, revelling in the pain for it was something at least. He did it again, drawing a sliver of blood on the side of his palm. He smeared it on the walls but nothing changed. Cas still ignored him.

"I can't take it anymore, Cas! Get up! Stop it!" Dean grabbed his shoulder, pulling him up.

"No! This can't be it!" Cas shoved Dean back, his eyes wild and confused, and Dean felt the bitter sting of terror in his chest. He considered climbing back up and accepting their fate. He pictured how he would spend the last of his days fighting for his life, bleeding to death as Cas ripped into his enemies, until even he was knocked aside. He imagined watching the light fade from his blue eyes as he was dragged away and taken for torture or meat. They would die here and Sam would never know.

Cas dropped his defensive posture, his eyes fixed on Deans, "I'm..." He choked it back, "I was so ready for us to go back."

Dean dropped to the floor. "I don't know anymore, Cas. Something was supposed to happen…"

"This can't be how it ends, Dean." Cas stared at him, as if he would know. And maybe he should, he was the one who was always fighting to defy destiny, but what could he do here? This was another world, another dimension, and full of all the creatures who hated him and their only hope was a dried up ravine that led nowhere.

"We'll make it out, Cas. We'll find another way, we always do." It wasn't his best, and he wasn't sure he believed it himself but it was the best he could offer right now because right now he just wanted to close his eyes and forget where he was.

Cas just continued to look at him until eventually he sat down next to him, lay his head on Deans shoulder and closed his eyes. Dean felt warmer at that, he looked at Cas' messy black hair on his shoulder and he didn't care so much that they couldn't go home. He was just glad he had Cas. He looked up at the strip of white above the chasm, and he put his arm around Cas and lay his head on his mop of hair.

If nothing else, purgatory had given him this.

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The TARDIS was fighting him on this. She did not want to be here, not one bit. The Doctor leapt back as more electricity arked from the console. The whole room was lit up in angry waves of blue.

"It's alright! I'm not taking you back! Keep calm!" The Doctor shouted hoarsely, holding on to the rail as the room swung wildly. A second later, a blast of light destroyed the railing next to him.

"I'm sorry!" The Doctor wasn't really sure why he was apologizing but he knew his life could count on it. He'd learnt so much about his TARDIS recently. To think he'd had an angel powering his machine all this time, that he'd been calling it Sexy, and she'd been helping him through a millenium of grief-inducing disasters as well as crazy adventures and saved his life countless times.

And now he was taking her back to where she came from. A land of monsters. A prison.

"I'd be scared too." The Doctor reached out, taking hold of the console despite the lethal energy spilling from it. Miraculously they avoided him, he took it as a good sign.

"We've been through so much, and yet I still know so little about you. I only recently discovered what you are, let alone where you came from, your enormous past and accomplishments. I can't begin to know what you are feeling and thinking but I am with you and I won't be leaving you anytime soon. And after this, we can run away to our hearts delight, but not right now. Right now we have billions of people counting on us and three in particular." The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief as the light faded to a calm sapphire and the rocking slowed. However it wasn't over yet.

The uppy-downy blue thing was throbbing. He watched it like it was a ticking bomb.

He quickly realized it was a code.

"I am not just scared, Doctor. It hurts. You want to know what I feel? I will show you." The Doctor translated, the sound of his own voice terribly clear in the sudden silence in the TARDIS.

The doors to the TARDIS popped open and then flung apart as sound burst in. It was a terrible sound, it was pure power that resonated with hatred, remorse and betrayal. It was a sound that hadn't changed in a thousand years and that was screamed by an army. It infected his limbs, made him feel charged with anger and loathing. He screamed with it but couldn't think why he was screaming. He just knew his hearts were pounding with the unfairness of it all, and hatred was spilling through his veins.

The doors slammed shut. The Doctor collapsed. He lay still for a long time, just listening to his breaths and the slow rhythm of the TARDIS.

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The Maize Mound in Oklahoma just happened to be owned by Sucrocorp. Sam had been researching in his free time and he now knew that Sucrocorp had been brought by Lovely Jubbly- an English company that had become the biggest seller of health oils this year - after Richard Roman Entreprises had started to breakdown after its manager disappeared.

It was a huge farm, with more buildings than most towns, and somewhere inside John was most likely chained to a brick wall.

He had parked the Impala in a ditch, covering it up the best he could. He had dodged two security guards at the entrance: best not to alert anyone to his presence as long as he could get away with it. There was only one of him after all.

He was feeling the absence of Dean sharply, if he was here they'd have killed half the demon population in this place already. Instead he was having to run, duck and hide as he scouted the place out, which is harder than it sounds as this farm was covered in security cameras as well as demons, possibly even leviathans.

He'd managed to bypass all of these and now he was in the main security room, he'd killed the two guards in here, squeezed into a uniform and now he was shoving them into a closet.

"I should be paid for this shit," he muttered, leaning against the door. He let out a deep breath and straightened up, walking over to the computer screens. There were an unseemly amount for a farm.

"Must be one paranoid farmer…"

Although a few glances told him the farmer had good reason for all this security. "Holy shit."

There were 5 screen dedicated to huge barns, and inside were hundreds of people. They looked like obese zombies, they were docile and uncaring, just shuffling along inside. There were conveyor belts running along the sides with various foods on them, and most of these people were eating. At this rate they would willingly walk onto the leviathans' dinner plates.

"No way." Sam gulped, this was just one farm. The leviathans had progressed much faster than he had suspected. They had taken the idea of a battery farm and turned it right on us.

Just as he was about to look away, the barn doors opened in one screen. A truck was being reversed inside, Sam zoomed in on it. On the back it read, "Texas Department of State Health Services".

The truck stopped, the doors were opened, and more people just kept piling out.

"Shit. What have I got myself into?" Sam shook his head, he looked away. There was nothing he could do right now. He needed to get John, he would come back when he had help.

He scanned through the other screens, careful not to look at those particular 5, and finally found John. It turns out he wasn't that high a priority, he'd had to look quite hard to find him. He looked alright, they'd put him in a different room where he'd been tied up. There were two people in there as well, near the door.

Sam checked his supply of Borax, he had a water-gun full of it. If they were leviathans, he could distract them with that, and then chop their heads off with his machete. He hoped they were demons though.

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