Alrighty so this chapter was kind of hard to write. Hopefully it turned out okay, though.

CelleryFallenAngel- Ohhhh. Yeah, I hate those sites too! Lol I'm pretty much the same way. A one trick pony, if you will. And you have to choose cause it's fun! And no Crowley because he is simply TOO sexy for the game. Everyone wants to do all THREE to him! Yum.

keacdragon- yay! here ya go!

Sadly, no one answered my question last time :( Want to know MY answers? Too bad, I'm telling you anyways!

I would shag Dean because who WOULDN'T want to test out the living sex god? )

I would marry Cas. He makes me just want to boop his nose all the time!

And I would push Sam off a cliff. Simply because of his hair. And it would be funny. ...I'm cruel.

Anywho! Please review, I'd love the feedback!

Chapter 14 – Purgatory

Purgatory, as it turned out, was a lot like Earth. Except instead of people, there were only monsters, instead of working together towards a common goal, they killed each other for all of eternity, and instead of night and day, there was only darkness. However, Krysta realized, as she and Dean ran for their lives that the format— that is, the basic layout of Purgatory— was the same. Purgatory was simply a dark, monster invested version of Earth.

She and Dean could feel the hot breath of the monster that was currently chasing them on the back of their necks. They were escaping death, but not for long. Krysta felt tears prick at her eyes. She wished for home, for uncle Cas, for Sam, for her—

She gasped as she realized where she and Dean were. "Dean!" she called out to him without breaking stride.

"What?"

"Stop!"

"Are you nuts?"

"Just do it!"

Krysta and Dean skidded to a halt. Krysta instantly spun on her heal and pressed her palms against the mutated werewolf/vampire/wendigo-like creature, her energy killing it. She then reached over and took Dean's hand in hers. In the blink of an eye, the duo was standing on the doorstep of a cabin.

"Please, please, please," she murmured as she inserted a key into the lock. As what looked to be a pair of binoculars swung down along with a "Retinal-scan requested," Krysta punched the air.

"Yes!"

Dean jumped back. "What the hell is that?" he cried.

"Retinal-scan accepted," said the voice. Krysta pulled away from the scanner as the door swung open.

"Dean," she grinned, "welcome to my safe house."

"Dean! Krysta!" Sam shouted. Damn it. Where did they go?

Castiel looked over to Sam sadly. "Sadly, they won't hear you."

Sam glowered at the angel. "Castiel, where the hell are they?"

"Purgatory."

"What?" Sam almost ripped his hair out. Purgatory? "So get them back!"

"I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

Castiel sighed. "Both. I cannot release them from Purgatory without releasing the other souls as well. Don't worry Sam, Krysta and your brother are smart. They'll figure something out."

Groaning, Sam covered his face with his hands. 'They're doomed.'

Krysta laughed giddily. Everything was exactly how she'd left it! "Thank God," she sighed.

Dean, however, was unimpressed. Her safe house was just a cottage in the woods. "So what," Dean asked, "weapons in the couch? Robots guarding the wine cellar? Laser in the bathroom?" Her security system was high tech enough, where was the rest of her gadgets?

Krysta scoffed. "You read too many comic books." She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Dean watched as she placed her hand over something so moldy, it was unidentifiable. Before he could protest, a voice—very similar to the one at the front door—spoke.

"Handprint recognition complete. Lockdown initiated."

Dean looked around with wonder as metal sheets covered the windows and doors. He looked at Krysta who was grinning proudly. "Three solid inches of pure iron—salt-coated," she declared. "Nothing's getting through that!"

Okay, so he was a little impressed.

"Where are we, anyways?" he asked.

Krysta rolled her eyes. She wasn't giving that away.

He followed Krysta into a small bedroom. She plopped herself onto the bed, crossed her legs, and opened the book that had been resting on the night-stand. Dean glanced at the title and gaped. Fifty Shades of Grey. "Seriously?" he cried. "We're trapped in freaking Purgatory, and you're reading porn?"

Krysta snorted and held up a small remote that had been hidden inside. "Ever hear of a secret compartment, Tweedle-doofus?" She sighed as she pressed a button. "Though, it was a good book. Shame I had to ruin it." Dean decided to ignore that last comment.

The two of them walked back to the living room and Dean gasped. The living room was gone! In its place was a library. Books of every shape, size, colour, and story filled the numerous shelves. It was even better than Bobby's had been! How had one little button done all that?

Fine. He was really impressed.

He was about to complement her on her "wicked awesome" place, when a thought occurred to him. "Wait a second," he said, irritation creeping into his voice, "you zapped us here, don't you just zap us home?"

Krysta bitchfaced him. "Because I don't have the juice to get us out of freaking Purgatory. Next time, think before you talk." She ran a hand through her hair. "Now help me find this book."

"What book."

"It's a spell book. If I'm right, it'll have a way to boost my powers for a short while. I might be able to get us out of here!"

"Fine. What's it look like."

"I dunno."

Dean scoffed. Well that was sure helpful. He started to look anyways.

About half an hour later, Dean stopped. His eyes widened. 'Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no ,no.' She couldn't be. It wasn't possible!

"Krysta?"

"Mmhmm?"

Why do you have the complete Supernatural book series?"