Chapter Fifteen
"Wake up," commanded a voice. Cas's voice.
No not Cas. Castiel. There was a difference. Castiel was an Angel of the Lord, - was strong, dangerous, and serious. Cas was the friend that joked around with him, that was clumsy, unknowing when it comes to pop culture, and all around, acted like a little puppy.
Dean opened his eyes and sat up. It was dark, and they were in some kind of overgrown forest. But the dark, it wasn't…normal. This dark was made of the shadows that monsters hide in.
"Good. We need to get out of here." Dean stood up and looked behind him. Castiel, in all his trenchcoat glory, looked worried.
"Where are we?" Dean asked, looking around.
"You don't know?" Castiel asked, his forehead crinkling in surprise.
Dean curved his lips into the how should I know? frown. "Last I remember, we ganked Dick."
"And where would he go, in death?" Castiel asked.
Dean raised an eyebrow, and then it clicked. "Wait, are you telling me-"
"Every soul here, is a monster," Castiel continued. "This is where they come to prey on one another for all eternity."
"We're in Purgatory?" Dean asked, but it wasn't a question. "How do we get out?" He continued, gaining the fear that had Castiel so worried.
"I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds," Castiel replied.
Dean heard some growling noise, and turned around, ready to face whatever monster was about to attack him. He saw shadows moving, and pairs of glowing red eyes scattered around the edge of the clearing he and Castiel were in. So. More than one monster then.
"Cas, I think we better go-" Dean turned back to face the angel, but he was gone. "Cas?" he called.
No reply. Just growling and the response of moving shadows.
He was alone in a forest made of monsters.