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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Nov 30, 2012 2:03:54 GMT -8
Dean had been to hell. He had witnessed the bloodiness of it, heard the cries of tortured souls - of the souls he had tortured even - and yet he had managed to find a way that he might manage to survive. Purgatory was nothing like hell. Where the former housed humans and demons who had done enough wrong in their life that heaven's gates refused to allow them access, the latter was home to far darker beings. Creatures you couldn't imagine in your worst nightmares, creatures that wanted him dead. Despite all that, however, Purgatory seemed to radiate a sense of purity Dean would never have been able to imagine had the death of Dick Roman not cast both himself and Castiel into the forsaken land filled with all of God's creations which had proven themselves to dangerous to be allowed to exist freely upon Earth. There was no real way that he could explain it but being there almost seemed to fill him with a sense of peace. It was an oddity, that much was obvious, but that didn't make it any less true.
Three months, that was how long he'd been here. Dean couldn't help but wonder though, if there was a difference between Purgatory time and Earth time. It wasn't hard to understand why he would consider such a thing. When he'd first reemerged from Hell, Sam had told him that he'd only been gone a single year but down there time had moved so slowly that it had felt as though he spent forty years in the pit before Castiel had reached down and pulled him back to the surface. Cas, he thought to himself as he walked through yet another grove of dead, barren trees which comprised the majority of Purgatory's landscape, weapon at the ready just in case any Leviathan's - or God help him something worse - decided to attack. Where the hell are you? The question was a legitimate one, to say the least, as Dean hadn't seen the angel since the night of Dick Roman's demise. Though he'd found a temporary ally in a vampire named Benny, there was only one person right then that he wanted watching his back.
Of course, that person was the same one who had ditched him at the first sign of a Leviathan so maybe Castiel wasn't the best option after all. He had to have had his reasons for leaving me there to fend for myself, Dean thought to himself as he made sure to keep moving, arguing with himself that even the insane Cas never would have left a friend alone to die in battle. He may have be crazy but we were still friends, allies even. I watched his back and he watched mine. That's how it works. He couldn't, no. He wouldn't have run away unless it was for a good reason. Drawn from his thoughts by the faint sound of a stream, he felt his throat constrict slightly at the mere thought of quenching his constant thirst with water. Careful to keep his guard up, he veered off towards the noise and not five minutes later forced his way through a thick mess of weeds only to have his gaze fall on the answer to his prayers. "Water," he managed to croak simply before dashing down the hill and scooping the icy liquid up in his cupped hands to drink his fill.
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Post by CASTIEL on Dec 2, 2012 0:45:58 GMT -8
Purgatory, a bland place between heaven and hell that was utterly undesirable for any being to be stuck there. Castiel was being chased endlessly by the beasts and demons that had been tossed into purgatory, still waiting for their judgement day. The Leviathans were endlessly after him and it made his stay in purgatory that more tiring. Castiel was seriously restless, for there was no moment of rest for him. Most of his fleeing was because he was trying to lure the Leviathans and beasts away from Dean, which Dean may interpret as Castiel not wanting to be around him, but it was much more deeper than that. So much did Castiel long for his company, but it was not safe for the both of them to be caught off guard. That was really his main goal when he fled and ran away from everything and everyone in purgatory. So much have Dean and Castiel been through together and it wasn’t time for Castiel to give up and Dean and let him fend for himself, but that was how Dean saw it and Cas wished he could see beneath the outside action. Castiel was growing more and more dedicated to protecting Dean Winchester beyond all means, since Dean had done nothing but always be by his side, even when he was not in his right mind.
Now as sane as one could be, Castiel sighed as he felt his vessel feeling weak and dirty. He rose his hands up to his face to feel he had rough and long facial hair. Beyond the facial hair, his face was close to covered in dirt as well as the rest of his body. Castiel had sat on a rock, waiting and listening for the next time he had to poof himself in a different direction that from where the enemy was coming at him from. The loneliness was more than he liked, and he began to wonder how Dean felt when it came to being fearful and/or feeling alone. His brother Sam had been at his side endlessly for many years and now, being alone after a quick execution of Dick Roman and then having his angel ally leave him right after they end up in purgatory could only raise questions of Castiel’s loyalties. But last time they had encountered one another, Dean had been with the demon named Benny, that much he did know because occasionally he would appear if for a split second to check up on Dean. Though, for the last year, Castiel had battered their friendship beyond belief and yet, Dean was still there for him. He lowered his head and clenched his hands together, he could never take back his actions...
The angels in his mind were close to silent in purgatory. It was a in a way peaceful, but then it was immediately disturbed with a Leviathan formed from the black substance right in front of him. Pushing those thoughts aside, Castiel closed his eyes and raised his eyes up to the sky and took a deep breath of the surrounding air. The sound of a small lake or stream was very close near by as he could hear the light trickling of water moving downstream. The air was anything but fresh as the dead trees made up most of purgatory. How he craved for the sunlight to beat down on his face and to hear the laughs of humans instead of the screams of agony of the monsters hunting down one another, just trying to survive in such a depressing and barren land. Castiel did keep his eye on Dean every now and again, he wasn’t going to let Dean be killed, but he knew for the most part that Dean could handle himself. Suddenly his thoughts cut off and he heard the sound of Dean’s voice not far off. His eyes opened quickly and he stood up, ready to disappear...but he could sense that not many Leviathans were around so maybe this was his chance to talk to Dean since the last time they saw one another.
Castiel pushed his way through the trees and shrubs before attempting silently to make it to where he heard Dean’s voice. It was leading him towards the stream that brought peace to his mind. After a few minutes, he arrived at the stream and saw Dean with his hands cupping the water and bringing it to his lips, appearing to be very famished and thirsting. His heart called out to his friend but then he quietly but deeply called out his name, ”Dean...” He then appeared right behind Dean and waited for him to pick himself up. There was so much he wished to tell, but he had a feeling that Dean was going to be upset with him, even though Castiel could not understand why, he was giving himself up as a distraction for his friends safety before his own.
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Dec 5, 2012 14:04:43 GMT -8
Despite the inner peace and state of tranquility that had seemed to slowly surround him ever since he'd first appeared in Purgatory, Dean would have given almost anything else to be anywhere but here. It had been a over a week since he'd managed to sleep longer than about an hour and far longer since he'd had something that could be considered even close to a meal in his stomach. Besides, he wasn't supposed to be here. He belonged home, on Earth, with Sammy. They'd finally managed to end the monster that was Dick Roman, leader of the Leviathans, and he'd actually had the insanity to hope in that moment before he and Castiel had been blown away that they might be able to return to simply hunting the everyday creatures that could be killed without any issue given the experience he and Sam possessed from years of doing so. Apparently though, the forced demise of such evil had some definite drawbacks which neither of the Winchesters had previously considered - quite the mistake on their part given where he and Castiel now were.
Well, where he was anyways. Having not seen the angel whom he considered one of his only true friends since they'd first arrived in the barren landscape that was Purgatory, Dean had no idea if Cas was even alive, much less okay. It was that thought more than any other which had him constantly on high alert, to the point where he and Benny had even separated so that the vampire might see what else he could learn about the rumored way that a human might escape while he went his own way in hunt of a certain angel. It's my fault Cas is in this whole friggin' mess anyways, he thought to himself angrily, still unable to forgive himself for having brought a legitimately insane angel to what could easily be labeled the biggest showdown in history by any who knew what really happened in Roman Enterprises' headquarters that night. Had I not insisted we bring him along then he'd still be on Earth with Sammy and at least one of us would be able to keep an eye on him. He hasn't been the same since he fixed Sam and came out of his own catatonic state.
Even though he knew that the Leviathans tended to guard any water sources closely since they knew he needed water to survive, Dean couldn't help but change course when the sound of water reached his ears. It wasn't even that he necessarily wanted a drink at this point. No, he needed one. He knew from John's survival lessons as a kid that the human body couldn't last more than roughly three days without water and a simple math problem told him he was well past two - which meant he needed fluids in his body if he had any intention of continuing. I have to keep moving anyways, at least until I find Cas and the two of us can get the hell out of here. Tracking the sounds to its source proved all too easy for Dean and, as he broke through the third and final mess of weeds, he was overjoyed at the simple sight of what looked to be fresh water. It was sad that it had taken something so extreme as being thrown into Purgatory for him to appreciate the small things in life he'd taken for granted but the joyous look on his face at just the idea of a drink more than proved he'd definitely had what some might consider a 'long-needed' reality check.
So consumed by the need to drink was he that Dean didn't even bother looking around to check for any Leviathans before he hurried down the small hill that comprised the bank of the small brook. Dropping to his knees, he pulled handful after handful of water up to his lips, pausing only after he'd managed to relieve the itchiness that had built up in his throat due to not having drank anything in the past couple days. He didn't want to risk making himself ill though, and so slowed down his water intake rate significantly. His hands froze mid route the moment he heard footsteps approaching, however, and he immediately reached for the weapon he'd made that had saved his life countless times. Had his heart been racing before, it was nothing compared to the speeds it reached the moment he heard Cas' voice and he turned around suddenly - unable to believe that Castiel had found him so easily when he'd been hunting for the angel for weeks now. "Damn it, Cas!" he said after a moment, still trying to calm his heartbeat down to that of a normal person. "Don't sneak up on me like that, alright? I could have killed you, or at least taken off a couple body parts. Where the hell have you been?"
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Post by CASTIEL on Dec 13, 2012 10:42:40 GMT -8
Purgatory wasn’t a desirable place to be, but in his opinion it was better than earth. His cares were wiped away for the most part. Communication with the angels was very minimal here because it was purgatory, but also because Castiel was thought of to be not in his right state of mind as of lately. His worries still remained though as he had to keep away from Dean in order to protect him from the creatures and Leviathans in purgatory out for his blood and to take his life out of spite. Dean Winchester and Castiel were the two most “famous” souls in purgatory as of now and they were the most hunted because they were the most hated. The Winchesters and the angels usually send most souls and demons to hell, but there are cases when some of the souls ended up in purgatory and hated Sam and Dean Winchester for sending them there. Castiel was hated because he was the angel who rebelled and was out to help the Winchesters as well as causing his own trouble as he once craved for power as he attempted to play the role of God.
Castiel was dirty, tired and overall just tired of being in this place of lost souls that were in endless searching. There would be times when Dean would wander in the forest and end up close to Cas, but for his sake, he’d transport into a location far away from where Dean was traveling. But purgatory was only so wide that the two were bound to run into each other every now and again, especially since Dean was the one wandering and Cas was the one to remain in one place, not in search of anything, but merely trying to protect himself and be a distraction. Cas hoped that the angels would somehow get him out of that horrid place. Dean had a chance of escaping or being pulled out by his friends and the process might be a bit easier since he was a human, but for an angel, it would be difficult unless an angel, maybe even one more powerful than him was to drag him out of there. Castiel wished the best for Dean and would do his best to protect him as much as he could, even if Dean saw it as the angel running away or being a coward and refusing to fight.
As Castiel approached Dean as he was bending over to take a drink, some sort of happiness ran through him. His first reaction was to flee, like he had all the time while there, but everything had been quiet for a while, so why not have a quick conversation while they could? The way that he drank the water suggested he had not had a sip of water for a while now. The angel made his steps slow and well heard, trying to help Dean be alert for a presence. It was then as he saw Dean pause that his steps were probably heard at this point as his hands slipped to the weapon at his side. Cas wasn’t worried about being stabbed or sliced by the weapon, it would only affect his vessel and he wouldn’t even feel pain, not even a feeling of someone touching him on the shoulder. Cas then spoke to Dean, only saying his name lightly before he immediately turned around and all worry seemed to melt away from him.
The look on Dean’s face indicated that he was angry and Cas tilted his head to the side in wonder. His anger was because the angel snuck up on him. Dean noted that he could have stabbed him or taken off a body part and this was humorous for Cas. He was questioned then about his whereabouts. Castiel approached him closer so that he now stood over him as he began. ”I apologize for appearing so suddenly to you. I was about to flee once again, but it has been a while since we have conversed, but we may not have long.” The angel looked in all directions before figuring that it was safe enough for the two to be seen together and sparing a moment to speak to each other. ”I have been avoiding you. And you should not be angry, as I keep away from you, the enemies flock towards me and I act as a distraction. I do this in order to protect you.” His eyes wandered over Dean, seeing that he looked physically and mentally exhausted, but was still holding up well. ”How have you been?” What a question, but that was Castiel for you.
(Sorry for the shortness and content..My muse for this thread is being quite tricky. I apologize.)
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