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The crisp leaves crush underneath your body as your rise from the cold and uneven ground. You groan and bring your hand to your head before properly taking in your surroundings.
You were orbited by large looming trees swaying in the wind. Their creaks and rustles being the only sounds breaking the otherwise silence.
"Okay, Y/N remember the plan." You tell yourself, reaching for your weaponry. Thankfully, they'd made it.
Days went by and you didn't find him. You'd killed hundreds of monsters. You name it. You've killed it.
Or perhaps not killed. You wondered if you could ever kill something already dead.
The morning was no different than any other, you untie yourself from the safety and height of a tree, grouping the rope and stuffing it in your backpack. You climb down, scout out the area for food and walk North.
The afternoon, however, you found him.
You stopped the moment you heard shouting. Fighting, to be specific. Creeping along with the surrounding plant's as cover, you spy two men fighting off a number of werewolves. You load in the silver bullets and take aim from afar.
Shoot.
It fell to the floor, slumped against a bloodied tree.
Shoot.
You just miss.
Shoot.
Another crashed down, clutching it's wound before being kicked down by one of the men. Both of which were far too busy fighting to bother looking for you.
Shoot.
You move in.
Shoot.
Three down.
Everyone stops and checks the beasts are definitely dead before looking up at you in confusion. "Who the hell are you?" The slightly shorter one says, he had a light beard and a baker boy type hat. "You're Dean Winchester." You pointed at the one in the leather jacket, matching the photo you had been given.
"Yeah. This here's Benny." You look up at the one who spoke. He was as scruffy as the other and looked tired.
"How come you're in purgatory?" Dean asked, taking a confident step forward.
"I've come for you. Your brother sent me."
"He wouldn't do that. He'd come himself." Dean shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm sure he would if he could. But not many people can travel to Purgatory."
He frowned "So how come you can?"
"I'm a species of Emere. We can travel to one of the lands of the dead. Only I'm one of the last. Most Hunters kill us before realising we're not bad. On fact, a lot of us are hunters. Myself included." You explain.
"An Emere. Yeah I've heard of em." Benny nods and you're thankful for that.
"Wait, there's someone else down here. Castiel. He's an angel, he- he's my friend. If you're helping me, you're helping Benny and Cas too."
"Okay sure…Sam warned you were stubborn." You noticed Dean realised he hadn't said Sam's name yet. You hoped that was a good thing.
"Well then, let's go find Castiel."