directed at rebelledforyou but completely OTA

[afallenstar]

It's been a long time, far longer than she cares to remember. Even if she tried, she's not sure if she can remember any more, because all the days, weeks, and even months are bleeding into each other and making time impossible to perceive any more. It's all the same anyway. It's a blessing down here that angels don't have to sleep, without that there's no way she would have survived this long. As it is she's barely made it by, and it's getting to the point where she seriously thinks every ambush could be her last. She draws a lot of attention down here, and creatures, monsters and everything in between are constantly close on her heels. She can't rest, not even for a moment, or it's likely she'll be gone in seconds.

She's walking through the thick bush again. It's always the same, the landscape may change and she hasn't seen a lake in days (a good thing, last time she'd come across one she'd almost been completely pverwhelmed by the sheer amount of things waiting for someone to stumble across the stretch of water) but she's still trudging along single-mindedly. Anna doesn't slow down her pace for anything, not even the ominous approach of sounds behind her. She just grips her hand made weapon tighter - nothing too flash, just a sharpened stone attached to an even sharper ending length of wood - and she keeps moving. Moving forward is all she has left any more.

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[rebelledforyou]

Dick Roman went poof and that took Cas and Dean with him. Zapped straight into Purgatory with the door swinging shut behind them. It took all of five seconds for Castiel to realize that he was a beacon. He was leading them straight to Dean. He had done the man so much harm already he couldn't handle bringing down more Leviathan's on him. This place was full of abominations, but Dean could handle those. He had watched Dean cut through multiple demons in his lifetime. He would be safe if Castiel left and so he did.

Dean didn't even get to say goodbye, but it was for the best. Castiel needed to put distance between them. He had messed up so bad with Dean Winchester and here he was doing it once again. The man was trapped in Purgatory and there wasn't anything Castiel could do about it. It pained him not to be able to zap him out of here and reunite him with Sam. If he could he'd gladly take his place a million times over if Dean got his exit. That wasn't how Purgatory worked though and he had to play by it's rules. That meant fighting to stay alive. His powers were still functional down here and that just meant he had to stay one step ahead of them at all times. It was important.

The beard that grew in place on his face was wild. A beard was illogical in the past. It was not Jimmy's face. Jimmy was his vessel, but he figured it only right to abide by Jimmy's dress code. He had cracked a little when he took Lucifer away from Sam, but Purgatory cleared things up for him.

When word got around to him that Dean was hunting him down to reunite it scared him. Castiel had found a place where he could finally atone for all the wrongs he had engaged in. He had killed so many of his own people and he wasn't sure he could stomach that out there. In here he was finally being punished. He was finally being called out on what had happened up there. He took so many lives and he never looked back. It was time he paid for that now. Purgatory would make him pay. Maybe Purgatory would wash him clean with all it's dirty and grime.

[afallenstar]

Anna has long given up on escaping. The desire is still there somewhere, buried deep down and just waiting to rise up again, but it's dwindled to little more than a small spark. On the very rare occasion that she has thought she might have had a shot escaping in the past, it's flared up again and given her the drive to keep moving forward, but with each false start and failed attempt it gets smaller, grows weaker. She's not trying to escape now though, that little spark is all but gone and she's just trying to see tomorrow, whenever that actually comes. It's hard to tell with the mist growing thicker around her and the light a constant, dimmed out dusk. She pushes on though, the way she's been doing ever since Michael wiped her out and sent her here. Angels didn't often end up in Purgatory, but well, she's a special exception.

It's why she's not expecting to see anyone, and it's why she is wary when she feels him. It's weak, and she can't place what that feeling is - it's been too long - but she notices it. Like every other creature around here, she notices it, and she can't help but be drawn to it. Maybe she's turning into a monster too. Either way, she pushes towards it. It's her new drive, her one goal, to find out whatever it was that could seemingly reach her in this desolate place. She has to hack away at overgrown gaps between tall, twisted trees, but it doesn't slow her down much. She breaks the handle of her weapon and that still doesn't slow her down. If there's one skill she's perfected since her end, it's focus. That's what has her hacking away at anything that crosses her path, what has her putting down one foot in front of the other until she can feel the unknown being that's calling out to her in ways she can't describe. Anna's moving faster, focus and persistence being mingled in with a strange sense of desperation until she bursts out into a clearing, and she falls instantly still.

Because that beacon she's been following after is Castiel, and that suddenly makes so much sense. The familiar feeling, the fact that she could even sense it at all, of course it's him. That doesn't answer why he's here, and that doesn't mean her own personal feelings towards the other angel are any less complex and twisted than they had been on their last meeting, but at least this one thing makes sense now. With a wariness that's brought on only from surviving this long in Purgatory, she approaches him slowly. One foot in front of the other all over again, only now it's much slower, much more carefully, and she almost faces side on as she holds her roughed up, almost useless weapon behind her. Some things are best left secret for now, at least. With a confused frown on her face, she clears her throat loudly when she's within ear shot. It takes a moment for her to find her voice, to choose the right words. It's been so long since she spoke to anyone, but she finds it in her to make an audible sound eventually, even if it's just one word, a name.

"...Castiel?"