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Being in purgatory was NOTHING compared to being in the depths of hell.

For one thing, hell was an never ending lifetime of pain, anguish & suffering. Time was severely altered & you lose yourself. Fast. Take all of that out, add the complete feeling of hopelessness, the pure instinct to survive, a little bit of NO sense of time whatsoever, & you got yourself a piece of purgatory. That & an endless mob of every single soul of supernatural creatures known to hunters world wide.

Dean Winchester was utterly hopelesss. He was thinking about his younger brother, Sam. How he must've been seriously wigging out right about now. Probably doing everything within his power to get Dean's sorry ass out of purgatory, too. After all. Dean only exploded, & then vanished into thin air. What he SHOULD have been thinking about was trying to figure out a way to pry off his stalker. Whatever it was, it was following him for a long time now. All while searching for his lost friend Castiel, who also vanished out of thin air & into purgatory with Dean.

He let's out a heavy breath, wiping a bit of mud off his broad face. "Dammit!" He mutters to himself. Frustrated. Wary & sleep deprived. The endless vast amount of very tall, bare, black trees & immense fog was slowly starting to make Dean go a little insane. He had lost count of how many vampires he beheaded, how many black eyed demons he stabbed to death & definately how many times he had to run away from the most ancient of monsters known as leviathans. His only weapons were a empty hand held gun, a hunting knife, & a long axe like blade fashioned out of black stone & bone. The blade was given to Dean by his only ally, who was just about a total monster as anything that jumped out at him in god armpit.

Benny Lafitte, the vampire.

He was no was nowhere to be seen.

Benny rescued Dean after two rows of sharp, pointy, & nasty got the jump on him literally after what seemed like a day or two trying to look for Castiel. Benny told Dean could return the favor by getting him out purgatory. Which was kind of impossible because NOTHING gets out of purgatory. But Benny said otherwise. There were certain portals or gates to get sneak out or get back to the human world. Dean relucantly agreed to help Benny find one of those portals, after he found Castiel. Thus the uncanny pact was made.

Some pact, though. Dean scoffs.

Benny had the habit of fighting monsters at a large distance. He called it "The Element Of Surprise" get the jump on them, before they get the jump on you. Which is a load of crap. Being that it should've been called "Bait on a Fish Hook" (Dean was the bait). Dean would be a surrounded by a bunch of nasties, & Benny would wait up until the last minute to blare his teeth to help him. Dean was completely sure the bastard was doing it again.

A twig snapped really close by, interruppting Dean's jumbled thoughts. He gathered his composure. Scouting for any signs of his stalker. He had been hiding in an enormous hollow tree trunk, for what seemd like an eternity now, holding his axe blade closely to his chest. It seemed like whatever was following Dean moved whenever he moved. Tip toed whenever he walked. Ran whenever he sprinted. Of all the monsters in purgatory, this was the first one to rattle Dean. Seriously. Most would put up an immediate really gnarly fight, never to sneak around like some wounded animal with its tail between its legs. Not this one. Maybe he was imagining the whole stalker thing? Without knowing it was day or night in purgatory, it could've been possible that the place might've been playing tricks on Dean. Was even possible? Dean shook his head. Yeah right. Enough crazy!

(Understatement. Crazy was practically his whole life.)

As far as he knew whatever that was following him was bad at keeping it quiet. Dean would always hear wheezing. As if this thing was on the edge of hyperventilating. Either it was all of purgatory's worst athlete ever, or this thing just had a really bad respiratory system. While it was seriously bad at keeping up with Dean, it made up for itself by making it impossible to find. Just when he thought he had it in sight, with just a blink of an eye, it was gone again, & what Dean did see didn't even make sense. It left a trail of small blue feathers.

Just what in the hell was it?

It was then a stupid idea came to Dean. One that he should've done ages ago. He looked toward the ground, finding a meaningless piece of heavy rock between his combat boots, then chucked it, as far as possible as he could. When the stone made a really loud THUNK Dean then heard fast paced foot steps coming toward his way. When he was sure the sound was right behind him he lifted his axe blade in the air, "GOT YOU!"

Only to stop his blade in midair, completely caught off guard by a yelling adolescent boy. "DON'T KILL ME!"

NOTE: For those of you who know OVER THE GARDEN WALL you can imagine who's coming in the next chapter. (LOL)

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