Among the grey leaves.

Dean awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. The fact that the air in the tunnels was humid wasn't really helping.

Dean scrambled to the water bottles and took a few sips, trying to drink as little as possible. He nudged Cas. "Wake up,"

Castiel rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What?"

"Are we leaving yet?" Dean asked.

"You want to get going already?" Castiel groaned. He got up on his elbows and took the water bottle from Dean. He looked at him for a second and frowned. "You've had a nightmare."

"No I... I just want to leave. I'm up and ready. It's not like we have a day / night rhythm anyway." Dean shrugged. Of course Castiel was right, he needed to move to forget what he dreamt about.

He shivered when he felt the knife in his stomach again, how it bluntly scratched his ribs, tickled the tissue of his lungs.

"Dean?" Castiel frowned. "Dean?"

"I'm okay." He pointed to Gabriel, who was sleeping on the ground, curled around his bag. "What do we do with trickster-boy here?"

"That's a nice nickname," Gabriel mumbled from beneath his blanket. "You weren't thinking about leaving me behind huh?" he tilted his head and smiled, reading Deans face like an open book. "You were."

Gabriel got up, swiftly packed his stuff and smiled. "Okay, listen Dean, I understand that you don't want me here, let me just be honest. You won't need my help killing her, but I need yours."

"You need our help? And after? You'll kill us? Like you turned your back on the Pack and Crowley?" Dean snapped. He hoisted his backpack on his back and started walking.

Gabriel followed him. "Crowley wasn't my fault, that backfired. We were discovered and I wasn't at him in time. And the Pack, well, it was self defence."

"Yeah?" Dean turned around and shoved Gabriel. "Self defence? The same way there's an 'accident' going to happen after we iced Lilith for you?"

"Dean." Castiel said.

"Shut up Cas." Dean grabbed Gabriel's shirt. "What's your plan?"

"Dean." Castiel pulled on his sleeve.

"Listen, there is no 'plan'!" Gabriel claimed. "Nothing! I promise that I won't do anything."

"I changed my mind." Dean said, pushing Gabriel on the ground. "You can stay with us, until there is a chance to split up."

"Dean." Castiel nudged Dean so hard he almost shoved him.

"What?" Dean bit back.

"Two things, please calm down and you're walking in the wrong direction." Castiel said calmly.

Dean groaned, annoyed. "Whatever. Did I make myself clear, Gabriel?"

The smaller boy nodded. "Yes, yes. But how are you going to survive without supplies?"

It was a practical question, but Dean was too pissed to care. "You know what? You can shove your supplies up your arse."

Dean marched the other way.

Stupid idiot. Why did you say that? You going to chew on your fucking moss while Gabriel munches on his crackers and dried fruit?

Dean groaned, swallowed his pride and turned around. He offered a hand to Gabriel. "I'm sorry."

Sorry that he's such an arrogant dick.

Sorry that he needs the help.

Sorry that he can't fix it on his own.

Gabriel accepted Deans hand, letting himself be pulled off the ground. "Yeah, I understand your worries. But I promise I will help, and I promise I won't slice your throat in your sleep."

They walked in the other direction, the direction where they needed to go.

As they walked, the silence they had agreed on grew more awkward, but Dean didn't want to be the one breaking it.

They walked for hours, without stopping, eating on their feet, when Gabriel started talking. "Okay this is getting weird. I mean, can't we do small talk?"

"You want to do small talk?" Dean asked.

"Well it will get less awkward and as long as it won't end in you shoving me on the ground. I'm going crazy with this silence." Gabriel turned around so he could talk to them. "I mean, we've been walking in silence for what must've been nine hours!"

He walked backwards through the tunnel, smiling, arms spread wide, when he tripped and fell backwards. Castiel flung forward at Godspeed and grabbed Gabriel's shirt, pulling him back over the edge of what appeared to be a cliff.

"Holy..." Gabriel swore. He looked to Castiel. "Thanks man."

"You're welcome." Castiel smiled.

Dean shone the flashlight over the edge. "It's deep." He stated.

"No shit Sherlock." Gabriel chuckled. He looked to the left and right, but the path seemed to end.

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

Castiel walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down on his knees. He grabbed a fistful of sand and threw that into the ravine, only it didn't fall.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"There's a glass plate." Castiel said. "It's too dark, we can't see it and they probably coated it so the light won't reflect."

"Okay," Dean said, and he wanted to walk onto the glass, but Gabriel grabbed the back of his jacket.

"We don't know how thick the glass is you idiot!" Gabriel frowned. "Jesus are you really that stupid?" he turned to Castiel. "Why is he not death yet?"

Castiel shrugged.

Dean grumbled annoyed. He collected some dust and snatched the torch from his belt. "I'll go first." He walked forward and was about to step on the glass plate when Castiel helpfully mumbled: "I would slide on my belly if I were you."

Dean growled again and laid down on his belly, blowing the dust out in front of him and cradling the torch under his chest.

He slowly slid forward, the glass creaking under his weight. Dean was getting sort of nervous and glass didn't seem as stable as he thought it was.

It took him ten minutes to reach the other side, and Dean only realised he was there until he planted his sweaty face in the sand.

He rolled on his back, breathing heavily, and laughed. "Guys!" he yelled. "I'm here!"

"Good!" Castiel's voice sounded a little bit too relieved.

"What now?" Dean asked.

"Gabriel's coming over next." Castiel announced.

"You need a flashlight to reach the other side! What do we do?" Dean asked.

"Can you see the light?" Castiel turned his flashlight on and off.

"Yeah," Dean said. He frowned, where was Cas going?

"I'll send Gabriel your way, and when the light gets to dim, you'll help him with your flashlight."

"Okay!" Dean shouted back. "Tell me when you need the flashlight Gabe!"

"Not getting too fond with the nicknames, Dean-o!" Gabriel sounded a little muffled, he was already on the glass.

Dean smiled. He started to like Gabriel.

His smile faded as he realised he didn't want to like Gabriel. Dean shook his head. Every frigging person that joined their group grew on him, Balthazar, Castiel and now Gabriel.

He was a lousy Tribute.

Dean was so lost in thought that he didn't hear Gabriel until the fifth time he called.

"Jesus Christ Dean! Are you dead or something? Don't leave me in the dark!" Gabriel chuckled. "Pun intended."

Dean smiled and clicked his flashlight on. "Sorry!" he yelled.

"That'll be fine, I mean, it's not like I was lying on the middle of this glass plate that's creaking in the dark and you're all alone over there where we don't know what's going on so it's fine you only answer after I called you five-hundred times." Gabriel yelled.

"Shut up and hurry up."

"I bet this'll make this year's gag reel." Gabriel was chuckling again. "Us flapping over a glass plate like handicapped seals."

"SHUT UP GABRIEL." Dean and Castiel shouted at the same time.

"Whatever."

It took Gabriel ten more minutes to slide over to Dean and Castiel followed soon after.

"Charming," Dean smiled and pulled him up.

Castiel brushed the dust off his knees and smiled. "Let's hope we can find some water back here, maybe food. But you can never hoard enough fresh water."

"Water, food, supplies, everything your heart could possibly desire!" It was the voice of something small, something that spoke squeaky and nasal.

Dean frowned. He looked around in the darkness, shining with his torch.

"No, no, no! I can only be seen in the darkness, for I am light itself!"

Dean and Castiel turned their flashlights off, and a green glow appeared.

The little green glow had the form of a small human, with pointy ears, and dark green hair in long, thin braids. It wasn't entirely human though, for it wore the legs of a goat.

"You're a Faun?" Dean asked. He read about these creatures in books.

"Wood Elf, thank you very much," the little creature took a bow. "My name's Puck."

"Puck?" Dean frowned. "Okay, whatever. What do we need to do to get to the water and food?"

"There are two paths, one of them is the easy road, the other is the hard one. Both will lead you to the supplies. The only thing you have to do is answer a riddle. Each of you a different one. If all answers are correct, I will point you the easy road. If one of you answers wrong, I will point you towards the hard road. There is no way in telling which is which until you entered one, and once you entered a road you cannot go back. These are riddles and not trivia, only brilliant minds can answer them. Oh- and no helping each other."

Dean nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?" Gabriel said, "Why don't we just split up so at least one or maybe two make it to the other side?"

"Because we're in this as a team Gabriel, and we're going out as one." Dean growled. "Riddles please, Sir Puck."

Puck coughed a little disgruntled. "Lady thank you. Stupid miner can't even tell genders apart."

The little wood Elf thought for a while before saying: "Castiel."

"Yes?" Typical.

"There was a family who lived in a circle house, one day they went on vacation but they left their little boy behind. When they came back they found their little boy dead in the middle of the house. They narrowed it down to three suspects: The maid, the butler, and the chef. The maid claims she was cleaning the corners, the butler claims he was organizing the closet, and the chef claims he was making finger sandwiches.

'Who killed the little boy?"

Castiel frowned, opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again. He was silent for a proper minute, and asked Puck to recite the riddle again.

When she did, he smiled.

"The butler did it." He said.

Dean couldn't follow his string of thoughts. "How did you know?"

"The maid was cleaning the corners of the house, but a circle house has none," Castiel smiled. "But if we make sure we answer all the riddles wrong, Puck will send us to the bad path and we choose the other."

Puck ignored Castiel's remark and Deans dumb smile and turned her attention to Gabriel. "Gabriel. What has roots as nobody sees, is taller that trees, up, up it goes, and it never grows?"

Gabriel, who had heard Castiel's remark, smiled. "Potatoes."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dean." Puck said, her squeaky voice seemed to be a little lower than a couple of minutes ago. "What can't one keep, two hold and three destroy?"

"A pie." He said. It was the first thing that popped into his head.

"Good." Puck said. "I would recommend the right path to you."

"Thank you Puck," Dean said, lifting his bag up his shoulders. "It has been nice working with you."

He entered the left path, followed by Castiel and Gabriel, and had walked for a good twenty-five feet into it when Puck appeared in the opening. "A pleasure." She said, and snapped her fingers.

The entrance to the path collapsed and they were in complete darkness.