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Chapter 2

The bed was the most comfortable thing Dean had ever felt, and the beautiful blonde beside him made it very difficult for him to get out of it. What a crazy dream, he thought. Of all the places… then something suddenly dawned on him. Purgatory! Purgatory was the only possibility they hadn't considered. He had to tell Sam.

Dean moved as carefully as he could to avoid waking his bedfellow. He dressed as quickly and quietly as possible. His hand was on the door when he heard her call his name in an all too familiar voice. Turning, he saw that the blonde had been replaced with his long lost friend.

"Dean," she said as the horror he felt intensified. "Dean, get up. Dean!"

He jolted upright and quickly looked around for his painfully absent gun. His eyes finally fell on Alex as she loomed over him. "Time to get up." She tossed him something he guessed was supposed to be breakfast. "It's time to get moving. We've got a lot to do today."

She gathered up her weapons and started crawling through the opening, Dean close behind her. He followed her back out into the open before speaking.

"So what's the plan, Rambo? How do we get the hell out of here?"

"There is no way out. All we can do is fight." She turned and looked him up and down. "You need a weapon. That knife in your boot isn't going to cut it." She started marching towards the rising sun. "Let's go. It's gunna take us a while to find supplies."

"Supplies for what?"

She stopped and turn towards him yet again as she drew what he previously thought was a machete from it's place at her side. It was in fact a crudely made bladed weapon. The handle looked like it was fashioned out of some sort of bone. The blade was a black stone that had been chipped away at until it held a razor sharp edge. It was attached with some sort of strap.

"Here." She tossed him the weapon. "You can use mine until we can get you one. Keep your eyes open. They could show up at any time."

"They?"

"The monsters. Keep your eyes open."

They moved through the wood quickly. Alex's eyes kept scanning the ground for the stone she needed while Dean's eyes kept watching the trees. The unsettling silence was starting to get to him. Alex had always been one to shoot the breeze. The woman leading him through the trees was eerily silent. She hadn't said more than two words to him since they left that morning. All she did was move forward.

She suddenly stopped moving when she heard a rustling in the trees. She held up her hand in a gesture signaling to Dean to stop moving. She drew an arrow from her quiver and notched it carefully. They waited. The sound grew closer and closer. A low demonic growl sounded behind them.

Turning, Dean saw the creature racing towards him. He gripped his weapon tight and prepared to fight. There was a whistling sound near his ear and suddenly there was an arrow protruding from the creature's chest. He spun and found Alex still perfectly poised with her bow in hand. He was in complete awe of her. He didn't even know she knew how to use a bow until the day before. Now she was proving to be quite the marksman.

"Give me the blade," she said as she moved forward. Dean handed it to her in stunned silence. She didn't even look at him as she took it from him and descended upon the creature.

It looked at her in mild panic as she raised the weapon. It tried to beg her, but she just drew back her arm and gave one mighty swing, severing it's head from it's shoulders. He fell to his side, dead.

Dean was shocked by what he saw. His heart began to fill with trepidation as he watched Alex examine the body for a moment before she began to hack off one of the creature's legs.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting you a handle. Femurs work best. They're stronger. Wood will just break on you when you need it most. This," she gestured to the severed leg, "this will last a hell of a lot longer. Hand me your knife."

"I already gave it to you."

She tossed the blade aside. "Not that one. Your hunting knife. The one strapped to your ankle."

Dean reached down and slowly retrieved the weapon "How'd you know that was there? The rest of my stuff is gone."

"I went back this morning before you got up to see if I could find any clues about how you got here," she said. She reached into her own boot and retreaved Deans pistol. "I found it on the ground." She tossed it to him. "It won't be much use to you though."

Rage started to slowly boil up inside of him as he looked down at the much needed weapon she had kept from him. "Why are you just now giving me my gun?"

"Guns aren't worth shit down here, Dean. You can only use a bullet once."

"And what about those?" he asked as he gestured to the arrow.

"These?" She pulled the arrow from the monsters chest. "If I can't get it back, I can make more. You rely on that pistol here and you'll be dead before you know it. There's no way to make more bullets. Blades are better. Now give me the knife."

Dean handed it over to her and watched as she used it to butterfly the thigh muscles to get at the bone. Something had happened to her. Sure there was her time in Hell. That would change anybody, but this was something more than that. This was not the same Alex he had known. She had changed far more than he could even begin to comprehend.

Word soon spread throughout Purgatory that there was a human traveling with the Mayfair. The fact that it was a Winchester was something the monsters only learned when he and Alex were cutting them down to size.

Each day was much like the next. They ventured forth from their shelter and fought any monster that crossed their path until the sun started to set. Then they would take cover in one of the many refuges Alex had prepared and get ready for the next day. Before they knew it, years had passed. They learned each other's rhythms and movements while fighting to the point that they could seemingly communicate without words.

It was during one of their many hunts where they first heard Cas was there as well. Dean was shocked. Why would Cas abandon him to fight alone? It was a question that Dean wanted answered, and Alex was more than willing to help him with.

Dean's time in Hell was proving to be useful once again as he worked to get answers out of the vampire tied to the tree in front of him.

"Where's the angel?" he asked. There was no answer.

"I'm not sure he knows," Alex said in a disinterested tone as she twirled an arrow in her hand.

"Oh he knows." Dean slammed his hunting knife into the vamps thigh and twisted it.

The vampire screamed in agony. "There's a stream," he moaned.

"Go on."

"It runs through the clearing not far from here. I'll show you."

Alex sprang forward and pressed her blade to his throat with both of her hands. "How about you just tell us," she said.

It looked to Dean with pleading eyes. He just stared at it with cold indifference. "I'd answer the lady." It gulped and continued.

"Three days journey. Follow the stream. There's a clearing. You'll find the angel there."

The hunters shared a brief look and nodded. Alex looked back to the vampire. "Okay," Alex said with a slight smile. She dropped the blade and took a step back. "We believe you."

The vampire sighed in relief as the tension left his body just as Dean swung his own blade and severed the monster's head. The look of surprise was still on his face when it hit the dirt.

Dean and Alex shared a pair of satisfied smiles. "Let's go find ourselves an angel."

Alex stopped walking and began surveying the area around her. They were two days into their journey and she had finally reached a point where she no longer had prepared shelter. This was the edge of her domain. There was no way they would make it back to cover before total darkness fell, nor did she want to give up the progress they had made.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked as he watched her eyes shift to the treetops.

She notched and arrow in her bow and took aim at something only she could see in the treetops. "Finding shelter." She let the arrow fly. Dean stood amazed as a vine presented itself in front of her like a great green rope. He had seen her make incredible shots countless times over their years together, and she still managed to amaze him with her skill.

"When did you become the Green Arrow?"

Alex gave a small sarcastic chuckle. "I've had a lot of time to practice," she said before mounting the rope and beginning to climb. She was half way to the top before she realized Dean wasn't following her. Wrapping the vine around her left foot, she managed to create a rest so that she could turn and look back down at Dean. "What's the matter Dean? Afraid of a little rope climb?"

"No," she heard him mumble before he walked towards the rope and they both began to climb.

They reached several branches in the top of the tree that had vines woven all through them creating a net of sorts. Climbing onto the branches, they settled down in the web for the evening after pulling the vine rope up to them.

After a while, Dean began to think about what Alex had said about having time to practice. She would have had a considerable amount of time to acquire that much skill. Sam had reentered his life around two years before he arrived in Purgatory. He had never learned just how long he had been back before then. It was too difficult of a topic to discuss. He started to think about his own time in Purgatory. He knew it had been a few years, but he quit trying to do an exact count after the fourth painful year had passed with no sign of rescue.

If he had already been there four years, he could only imagine how long she had been there. He had woken to find Alex saving him. What had she seen upon her arrival? Who had helped her? She had been plucked form Hell and placed into the center of a war zone all alone.

"Alex," he began. "I'm sorry." She gave him a questioning look. "I'm sorry we didn't get you out."

"It's okay," she said with a shrug. "I've accepted my fate. I looked for you guys every day at first. Then after the first hundred years I just gave up." Dean's eyes widened in shock. Alex was too lost in her own thoughts to notice the change in her companion.

"The first hundred years?"

"Yeah. I figured you all were dead after that, so I just started praying that I would never see you here. I've meet a lot of lost souls down here, Dean. They were all vengeful spirits that got the salt and burn from hunters like us." She looked at him then. "That's what I thought had happened to you when you magically showed up. That's the only reason I could think of for you to be here after all this time."

"Alex, how long have you been here?" he asked. A weight settled in the pit of his stomach as he waited for the answer.

She thought about it for a moment before answering. "I'm not exactly sure," she said. "As best I can tell . . . two hundred years or so." She saw Dean become ashen. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh. . . Alex," he said softly. "I don't know how to say this…"

"Out with it, Dean. I'm a big girl. Whatever it is, I can handle it."

He looked her dead in the eye. "Alex, you were only gone for two years."

Her eyes grew wide for a moment before she looked away. Two year? She thought. It's only been two years. That means there's still hope. Sam could still find me. A small smile formed on her face.

"What is it?" Dean asked upon seeing her give a slight chuckle.

For the first time since he arrived, Dean saw hope in Alex's eyes. "We're getting out of here, Dean," she said. "Tomorrow we'll find Cas. Then the three of us are getting the hell out of her."

"I thought you said there was no way out."

"Don't you get it, Dean? If I had only been gone for two years when you first showed up, that means it's only been a few months for Sam at the most. That means he is looking for us." Alex smiled her first real smile in over two centuries. "He's going to find us, Dean. We're gunna go home."

Dean did his best to return her smile as he watched her lean back into the vines with a sigh of contentment. He did not have the heart to tell her that they stopped looking for her when the Leviathan came. There was no point in opening that particular can of worms. Now that they were taken care of, Sam could focus on finding her again and when he did, he'd find him too. There was some comfort in that. Yeah, we're going home. At lease he hoped they would make it there one day.

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