Undone

It was dark... Cold... The sounds that horror movies are made out of coming from all different directions. It seemed like there wasn't any wind blowing. A dirty blonde headed man slowly peeked outside of a dark hole in the side of a huge mountain, covered in stones and dead bushes. His hazel eyes darted around, it was obvious he was very alert. His eyes showed fear, yet had a killing intent... If you looked into them long enough you could also see pain, loneliness... You could see the feeling of being lost, that the man held deep inside. He quickly glanced back into the cave that he was debating on emerging from. A small pit where a once burning fire sat in the dark, nothing but ashes from the things which were burned inside. As the cave went, it got smaller and smaller and along the cave's wall, in the back, there was a small hole which led to an enclosed area where the man had tried to hide himself inside it and get some sleep a few hours prior.

The thing was... He was in a place called Purgatory... Which he thought was kind of funny... Here he has been to Heaven and Hell.... Why not add another to the list? In all honesty though, it wasn't funny... Purgatory is a place where the monsters that go bump in the night end up after they die. The thing is, Dean was far from a monster.... Okay, not in his book... But he was not a razor sharp tooth creature who fed on human blood... No, Dean was an ordinary guy trying to save the world... Okay, maybe that's contradicting? Dean has never been anything but a hero... Saving the world with his brother Sam was just a typical day for him.

However this last time he ended up being sent to this place for killing something called a Leviathan.... There's no need to get into all that now, all you need to know was they planned on eating everyone but the Winchester Brothers and their companions by their side's stopped them... Just with that small price of sending Dean Winchester and his once best friend, Castiel to Purgatory... Oh, you see I said once best friend? Right, well after arriving Castiel quickly took off, leaving Dean alone in this horrible place. Dean considered him his best friend, if not family... Castiel is an angel, which is strange yeah but if you lived the life of Dean Winchester you wouldn't think so. So after he was abandoned he couldn't help but feel hurt... Because as if it couldn't be worst... This wasn't the first time Dean had someone close to him let him down in some way.... You can only imagine the pain going through his mind as he stumbles through this cold, scary, foreign world.

Dean looked back out of the cave then quickly made a run for it. There was a couple blind spots so the best he could do was to dart out as quickly as possible and hope nothing is around him... But with Dean Winchester's luck... There was. As soon as he made a run for the nearby tree line something growled and jumped at him from on the side of the mountain. Dean quickly turned around, his homemade blade ready to attack when the gross creature tackled him to the ground. As soon as his back hit the dirt below the thing began it's attempt of consuming him... At Dean's first glance he noticed it was a creature called a Rugaru... Nasty sons of bitches. He quickly rolled them over, allowing himself to get the upper hand for now. Dean knew it wouldn't last long because Rugaru's had enhanced strength. Dean quickly lifted the blade and slashed through the monster's throat, then doing it once more to fully decapitate it. Knowing it's only weakness was really fire, Dean quickly made haste and started off in a random direction.

As Dean's feet stomped through the leaves which scattered the ground, he stayed very aware of his surroundings. He watched the bushes, the tops of trees, and the deep water in the nearby rivers. He had to catch his breath so he quickly turned around and threw his back up against a tree. He was tired... He was tired of fighting all the time. He was tired of being afraid all the time. He just wanted to rest. He just wanted to... Give up.... No. There had to be a way out, he couldn't be stuck here. He had to get back to Sammy. He swallowed as he thought of Sam, his younger brother.

In all honesty, Dean couldn't help but wonder if Sam had moved on without him. If Sam had gotten that normal life like he wanted, now that he was free of Dean... Hell, when Sam was thrown into the cage he himself tried to have a normal life. Granted it was because he knew that it was what Sam wanted him to do, but he did... That year with Lisa... His mind now wandered to them... Lisa and Ben, her son. He had Castiel wipe their memories of him but even though they didn't remember him, he still remembered them. It hurt, leaving them... Because honestly he cared so much... So much that he had to give them up.

Dean shook his head and let out a shaky breath, taking a few glances around then walking off, keeping a steady fast pace. His mind went back to thinking as he walked on. What if Sam did move on? What was he suppose to do?... He couldn't live a normal life... He couldn't let people die when he could save them, it was his duty. It was more than that though... Dean honestly just doesn't see himself allowed to be happy... To have a happy ending... A light at the end of the tunnel... No... He was cursed to be miserable... To have a horrible ending... With nothing but endless darkness at the end of this already darkened tunnel. He would have to let him go... He wouldn't want to, but it would be the best thing to do... Just keep an eye on Sammy... Make sure he is safe and if he finds a girl... Make sure they are both safe. He couldn't let another incident like Jessica happen to his little brother...

When a branch falls from a tree behind him Dean quickly snaps around, ready to attack. He looks into the trees, but sees nothing... He begins to move again, he can't afford to stick around in one area for long. As he came up upon a big field of hills he stopped... There was no way in hell he was going to go out there, in plain site where everything could see him. It wasn't happening, instead he would lurk the outskirts of the field and make his way to the other side. As he crept around the sides it would soon be discovered that avoiding the fields didn't matter anyways. A group of vampires suddenly surrounded the man and Dean quickly looked around, turning around fully to see how many there were... At least ten, wait no... More... He looked up in the trees and saw some watching from above. The man in the leather jacket swallowed then watched as a few of the vampires made room as another was walking up to Dean... This man was pretty buff, short black hair, very messy, with very dirty and torn clothes, much like Dean. However the man's attire was very old fashioned, he even seemed to be wearing what was once a cape.

"Hello, Dean..."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the vampire, not showing any fear.

"It's nice to..... Finally meet you... I've heard so much about you..."

Dean glanced around as he spoke, observing the creatures surrounding him.

"Yeah?... Well, you have me at a disadvantage... Who the hell are you?"

The man chuckled and shook his head, wiping his mouth gently. He looked Dean up and down then looked into his cold eyes.

"I have to say... You're not as big as I thought you would be."

That just pissed Dean off more and he tightened the grip on his knife. He had no idea how he would escape this ambush, but by God he would. Even if that meant dying.

"Maybe I didn't ask nicely enough... I said who the fuck are you?"

The man raised his eyebrows then looked around at his men. They all had the same expression on their face, shocked. The man quickly snapped his gaze back onto the human and rose his hands, as to show how high and mighty he was.

"My name is Isaac..."

Dean snorted slightly.

"Isaac? Here I was thinking you were going to say Nosferatu or Dracula..." He ended his sentence with a couple laughs. "So what?... Are we going to get started or are you ladies going to let me be on my merry way?"

Isaac snarled and a handful on vampires lunged at Dean, their shark-like fangs drawn. Dean quickly swung his knife at one of the vampires, aiming to cut off it's head. However, another vampire tackled him from the side and sent him flying to the ground. Being tackled to the ground was starting to become a regular thing, a thing Dean wasn't particularly happy about. He went to get up but the vampire was pinning him down, his blade was out of reach due to the fact he dropped it when he was tackled. Dean's eyes widened as the vampire suddenly bit down into his chest. A shout of pain mixed with a growl escaped from Dean as he tried to get the blood sucking leech off of him. However as he soon found out, the other's were about to join in on the human happy meal... He let out a gasp when he felt one bite into his left thigh and elbowed the one biting into his chest. The thing wouldn't let go however, and he kept doing so, looking over at his knife and stretching his other arm out to grab it. As he did a third vampire grabbed the arm and smirked, looking at Dean, his eyes full of insanity as he went to take a bite of Dean's arm. Dean quickly pulled his arm back then grabbed the vampire, pulling him down hard and making him headbutt the back of the head of the vampire attached to his chest. Luckily that managed to cause the creature to stop and Dean tried to roll away, but he was unsuccessful. No matter what Dean did, he could not get away.

As Dean laid there as a vampire feeding bag he looked up, all the noise around him began to be blocked out. Isaac was staring at the scene, clearly enjoying it Dean figured. Dean's attention went to the sky, the cloud filled sky that didn't even show a hint of blue. Was this it? Had he finally reached the end of that dark filled tunnel, to reach the bitter end of his life? As he started to think of Sam and the other's he cared about he saw a vampire's head fly over him, hitting the ground above his own head and then rolling away. His hazel eyes quickly looked down back at the vampires, tuning back into the sounds around him. Suddenly two more of the vampires were decapitated and Dean could finally move... Or at least try. Now that he lost so much blood it wasn't exactly easy. He scooted out from under the bodies of the vampires, looking over to see a man cutting off heads of vampires left and right. Dean looked back to see where Isaac was but he was gone along with the majority of the vampires. He let himself fall back onto the dirt, a small smile on his face as he stared at the sky. He was thinking about him and Sammy.... July 4th... 1996.... He and Sammy snuck out to an open field where they shot fireworks in the sky... Dean could still see the fire works, clear as day... As he laid there, the memory mixed with reality and was as if he could see the fire works shooting into the cloudy day sky. As each one was shot his eyes grew heavier and heavier... Blue... Green... Red... His eyes drifted closed and his mind faded away into the darkness.

As Dean awoke he could smell smoke, then he felt heat and as he came even more into his senses he could hear the cackling of fire. He slowly opened his eyes, his view being a ceiling made out of dirt and as he looked around he noticed the walls were as well. Roots entangled all around, going through the dirt and coming out somewhere Dean could not see. His eyes darted over to the fire and then behind it. There sat the man he saw with those vampires earlier... The one who saved his life. Dean slowly sat up, wincing a bit at the pain in his chest and side. He frowned a bit, opening his jacket and lifting his shirt to see he was bit on the side as well. However, the bites were now stitched up.

"Careful now, don't want to pull any of them there stitches out."

Dean quickly looked back at the man, whose eyes were locked on him. He cleared his throat and moved to sit up anyways.

"Who are you?"

Dean asked, his brow furrowed as he studied the man.

"Name's Benny. Nice to meet ya."

He smiled slightly then reached over the fire, holding his hand out. Dean quickly decided to shake it before pulling his hand back.

"Benny, huh?..."

Dean looked around, trying to see what else he could see.

"Where are we, Benny?"

Benny shook his head and glanced around before looking back at Dean.

"Somewhere safe... Tell me now, what were you thinking going up against all them back there?"

Dean quickly waved a dismissive hand and squinted a bit as he shook his head, as if to say he wasn't interested in all this talk.

"What are you?"

Benny rose his eyebrows a bit, thinking this man get's right to the point but shrugged it off. It was probably better if he knew now. Benny smirked and pointed at Dean, nodding a bit.

"I like you, partner."

Benny sat back a bit and poked at the fire when the flames seemed to die down just a little.

"I'm a vampire."

Dean quickly started to make a move, what move he was unsure, as he just woke up and had no idea where a weapon was, but a move none the less.

"Whoa, whoa! Hang on there, cowboy. If I wanted you dead I wouldn't of saved you back there."

Dean looked at him for a moment but realized he was probably right, Dean wouldn't be alive or stitched up if the guy wanted to eat him for supper. He nodded a bit and swallowed.

"Why'd you save me?"

Benny let out a small sigh and leaned the stick he was using back up against the wall.

"Because I'm not like the other's.... I don't drink humans for one... And secondly, I can get you and I out of here."

Dean leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with interest and maybe even need.
"You know how to get out of here? Like out of Purgatory?"

Benny nodded a bit. "Yes sir, and let me tell you it's not going to be easy... But before we get into all of that how about you get some more rest. It's only been about a couple days."

Dean nodded a bit, laying back down but keeping a watchful eye on this new vampire. Does he really know a way out? And if so, what is this guy wanting out of it?... Dean sighed a bit, his eyes already drifting closed.

It was another two weeks now and Dean found himself in New Orleans, Louisiana. Dean knew Sam more than anyone and the thought that he couldn't find him scared the shit out of him. He had talked to a few hunters that he and his brother still talked to but apparently they haven't seen or heard anything about Sam. So now he was in Louisiana and where do you go when your down there? New Orleans of course, Bourbon Street to be more specific. After taking a stroll down the famous street, and getting his eyes full he decided to find a bar and have a drink. A few hours and drinks later Dean headed outside of the bar, feeling kind of drunk but not too bad off. Dean was walking to his hotel however he got turned around and ended up on a dark and lonely street. As he walked he looked at the only sign lit on the road. It was some Cajun restaurant and it didn't seem too popular at the moment. As he walked past he heard a woman yell and he quickly looked around then went toward the scream which lead him to the parking lot behind the restaurant. There was a group of young men surrounding a woman who was backed up against her car. The darkness covered their faces from afar but Dean could tell that the men were no more than in their twenties.

"HEY!" Dean shouted as he quickly tackled one of the guys, taking him to the gravel. The other two men quickly looked over at Dean and headed towards him.

"Get out of here!" He managed to holler to the girl as he punched the guy in the face.

The girl took no time in getting in her car and driving off, completely terrified. When the man under Dean opened his eyes Dean's heart froze. The man's eyes were pitch black which only meant one thing. As soon as he saw the eyes he started reciting the exorcism however the other two grabbed him and pulled him off the demon. The tossed him backwards, throwing him a good few feet away and causing him to hit his head hard on the gravel beneath him. Before he had time to react to the impact he was pulled up again and quickly thrown up against the wall of the restaurant.

"Well, well, well.... What do we have here? Dean Winchester?...." One of the men said, walking up to Dean as he was being held there by the other two. Dean was definitely getting tired of everyone knowing him. Without wasting any time Dean started reciting the exorcism chant again, not caring to get into a conversation with these punk ass demons. When the one on his right started reacting he reached into his jacket and pulled out a canteen, quickly opening it and splashing it's contents on the other two demons.

"Holy water!" The other one that was holding him down screamed.

Dean smirked and kept up with the chant, the two who were holding him down being pulled out of their host's bodies. The third one was laid out on the ground, coughing and trying to stay inside his own host. Dean slowly walked over, splashing more water on the demon. He stopped right in front of the demon, his boots in it's face.

"I'll be back for you Winchester!"

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Good luck with that."
The demon looked up at Dean, total hate filling his black eyes. "Wait until word spreads that you're back..." It chuckled a bit which turned into a cough. "You'll be hunted down!"

Dean just continued the chant until smoke started coming out of the body. "Yeah and you go ahead and tell them they all can take their best shot too... Oh and make sure to tell Crowley to enjoy his time as King Of Hell because I'm coming after him next."

Once the demon was completely out of the man he went to each of the bodies to check for a pulse. Unfortunately none of them survived and Dean sighed. He had to quickly get out of there before the police showed up. He took off out of the parking lot and luckily found his hotel room, feeling very sober now sadly. He got into his room and went straight to the bed, collapsing on top of it and passing out.


When he woke up he just stared at the ceiling of his room, not ready to move. His mind went back to the night before and as he was thinking he noticed something... The girl who he saved... She was blonde... Dean couldn't make out a face from far away but when he tackled the guy he got a small glimpse. She had dazzling blue eyes, a soft and beautiful face... It was Beth. He sat up quickly at the realization, his eyes wide. Holy shit... His mind was blown, he couldn't believe that out of everyone in the world it was her. After a moment he frowned and realized thinking on it didn't matter, he didn't have her number and he had turned her idea of them traveling together down... He would probably never see her again. It was probably for the best anyways because that demon was right. Every demon and hound of hell would be out for him, especially with Crowley running the place.

Time came and passed and it was now another month later... Dean gave up on his search for Sam, seeing how it had been about a couple months all together. He now found himself in a bar, drinking all his cares away. It seemed like it was becoming a habit now, going to the bar and getting so drunk he couldn't see straight. Dean never considered himself a drunk but that's exactly where he was heading at this point.

"Hey buddy... We're closing up. Need me to call a cab?"

The older man said who stood behind the bar. Dean's eyes slowly looked up at the man as he shook his head. Standing he grabbed some money out of his wallet and tossing it on the bar, leaving way more than what he owed. Turning around her ignored the man saying there was too much there and left out of the bar, watching his feet as he walked down the street. After a few minutes he looked up and saw he was lost. He was just walking and was watching his feet the whole time that he didn't pay attention to where he went. Dean's care of being lost was just that, lost once he saw a liquor store with a big open sign lit in the window. Dean walked into the small store, going and grabbing a random bottle of whiskey before heading back out and continuing his walk. The most Dean knew was that he was in Louisiana... He forgot what city or town or whatever, but at least he knew what state he was in. The most that he was worried about was being eaten by some alligator or something.

After fifteen minutes Dean's bottle was half gone and he looked around, curious to see what surroundings were around him now. He found himself on a long dirt road, pitch black with nothing but the moon lighting the area. Okay, so maybe it wasn't fifteen minutes... Dean shrugged and took another drink before sitting down on the wide of the road. The sound of crickets, locusts, and the wind blowing the trees was all that he heard. He knew that it was possible that some crazy monster was out in the darkness, stalking him and ready to attack and have himself a full course meal but Dean really didn't care. Maybe it would be the Swamp-man. Dean chuckled a bit to himself at the thought and took another drink before getting back to his feet and deciding to walk a bit more. As he walked her started thinking like usual, mostly about Sam... But Sam lead to Bobby and Bobby lead to his Dad and his Dad lead to thinking about his Mom and by then he already had his eyes watering.

Dean hated being alone... He never was a loner and didn't like to take on things alone... Who did want to go through things alone? It wasn't that Dean was co-dependent... Well he didn't think so, he was just his best self around others. Besides when he was alone it gave himself time to think about a lot of stuff that he rather not think about... For one, being alone. Sometime during his little adventure Dean passed out in the middle of the road.

Sometime later a car was on it's way down the lonesome road. If it wasn't for the glisten of light on the whiskey bottle from the headlights the girl driving wouldn't of even seen Dean. She was tired and had been driving for a while and upon seeing the man passed out in the street she quickly went around him and hit the breaks, causing the car to squeal to a stop. The girl panicked and rushed out of the car, going and checking the man's pulse but gasping after seeing his face. She looked around to see if he had his vehicle anywhere nearby and when she didn't see anything she did he best to drag him to her car. It took a while and was a pain in the ass but she finally got him in the backseat of the car, his body cramped back there because she had a small vehicle. She began driving the way she was going and stopped at the first motel she could find. After renting a room she again dragged him inside and put him on one of the beds. Deciding it wasn't a good idea to sleep with the man in the room she sat at the table and turned on the TV. She only paid half attention to what was on as she kept glancing over at the stranger sleeping only a few feet away.

Dean's eyes slowly opened, the view of a wall making him confused and then the feeling of being sober hit him and he didn't really like it. He rolled over to look behind him, the light from the sun shined through the window and caused him to squint his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, thinking he must of gotten himself a room sometime last night and forgot however when the door opened and a woman came in from outside Dean realized that he was wrong. The woman didn't notice he was awake yet, putting down a bag containing breakfast on the table. She then turned to look at him and froze, swallowing. Dean kind of mimicked her action, his eyes a bit wide before his rough scratchy morning voice spoke.

"..........Beth?"

She smiled a bit but then furrowed her brow. "Yeah... Um... Are you okay?"
Dean nodded quickly, he felt more than okay right now. For whatever reason Dean didn't feel alone and to see a familiar face... It was nice. Dean smiled then looked confused and looked around before looking back at her.

"What happened?..."

Beth raised her eyebrows and moved to sit at the table. "Well I found you passed out in the middle of the road..." She glanced up at him. "You shouldn't drink so much..." Right after saying it she shook her head quickly and rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry, I just... It's not good for you." She took a small pause then took some food out of the bag. "I got some breakfast if you're hungry."

Dean got up and slowly approached the table. "And you... Took me to your motel room?..." He felt kind of shocked then nodded his head. "Breakfast sounds good..." He sat down, the smell of the meat making him feel a bit sick but that was because of the apparent hang over he was going to have to suffer.

She nodded and passed him some of the food. "Well yeah... I couldn't just leave you out there... Lucky some wild animal didn't get a hold of you or something..."

"You could of left me at the police station or something...." He smiled a bit. "Thanks..."

She just shook her head at the police station comment then nodded a bit as she started to eat. Dean began eating as well and tried not to focus on the feeling of his stomach. After a moment Dean broke the silence.

"So... Any luck with your Dad?"

Beth sighed and shook her head. "I've been all over Louisiana and a bit of Missouri... How about your brother?..."

Dean didn't say anything and kept his eyes looking down, shaking his head a little. Beth looked sympathetic and looked back down at her own food. "Sorry..."
Dean shook his head and looked up at her. "No, it's okay." He looked at her a moment and then tried to phrase his next sentence perfectly so he wouldn't freak her out.

"You know... I regret not taking up your offer."

Beth's eyes went wide a bit and she looked up, taken off guard. She quickly wiped the expression off her face. "Well... I mean, it still stands..." The feeling of hope came over her, reminding her of how strange it was when she had these feelings last time they were together.

Dean swallowed his food down. "Really?..." He raised his eyebrows. "You sure?..."
Beth nodded and then chuckled a little. "You act like it is a bad idea."
Dean's old thoughts of why he did think it was a bad idea came rushing back to him but he shook his head. "No... I don't think it's a bad idea. I just wanted to make sure I didn't scare you off with last night..."

Beth shook her head. "No... It um... I hope you don't mind me asking but do you usually drink that much?"

Dean understood why she asked the question. "No... I don't..." Beth just nodded at his response and continued eating.

"So uh... I need to find my car..."

Beth nodded. "Any idea where it is?"

"Probably back at the bar... Was called Nick's or Mark's Pub... Or something...." He sighed, wishing he didn't get so drunk now... Especially now that he didn't even know where his baby was.

After finishing their food and a couple hours later they managed to track down the bar and luckily his car was in fact there. He had the keys on him still so he got in and drove back to the motel, following Beth who was in her own car. Once they both got back and parked they headed inside and Dean had his duffle bag with him. He told her he was going to take a quick shower and she nodded. Walking into the bathroom he shut the door, not locking it because he wouldn't mind if she tried to join in. Sadly the possibility of that was low but a guy can always wish. He sat his bag on the back of the toilet then started the shower, getting it to the right temperature before stripping. He stepped in the water getting cold for a few seconds and he yet out a little shout.

"Everything in there okay?" He heard Beth ask with a little knock on the door.
"Yep everything's fine!" He hollered out. "....But you are free to come in and check." He muttered before starting to wash up.

As he enjoyed the shower he thought about how lucky he was to come across his again... But that's when it hit him. He wasn't lucky. Running into her a couple times, sure it's plausible... But three times? What if this girl wasn't a girl? What if she was like a monster... Dean shook his head. No.. He met a lot of monsters, she for sure wasn't one. Dean rinsed his hair then tilted his head a bit. But maybe she isn't one of the bad guys... She could be Heaven sent.... Not like a douche-bag angel but like... Dean shook his head. What the hell was he thinking?

After his shower he finally came out, feeling all fresh and clean. However Beth wasn't there and he frowned, wondering where she went until the door opened and she came walking in.

"Hey..." She said, a bag in her hand. Taking the bag to the table she continued. "I figured we could watch something so I got a movie from the office that they rent out." She turned around with the movie in one hand and her other hand occupied by pie. "So I grabbed an apple pie from that bakery next door and Godzilla versus Mothra."

Okay.... So maybe she was Heaven sent.... Yeah, Dean was okay with that.