Survival of the Fittest

Summary: Now they're stuck with no way out.

Rating: M (just to be safe)

Pairing: DeanxCas

Dedication: No one in particular.

Purgatory

He's lost track of time. There isn't 'day' here, in this horrid place. There's just ceaseless night, hour after hour after hour of it. It chills him to the bones, when he has a moment to catch his breath. He rarely has time for more than a couple hours of sleep at once. The longest he's done is probably about three, and that was because Cas was feeling particularly guilty and fought the monsters off to allow him the extra time.

Dean made him promise to never do it again.

The two of them have only lasted this long because they have stuck together. Even when Cas gets twitchy and complains about having to fight, he doesn't leave the hunter, and for that Dean is more grateful than words can say.

Not that he bothers trying. If Cas can't read him by now, what was the point? It just made him feel girly.

xXx

Alpha

They're attacked by a group of werewolves, sometime between super dark and just regular pitch black (it's the only way Dean is ever able to tell the difference between night and day, and sometimes it doesn't even help). Cas is caught trying to get Dean away, and dragged probably twenty feet before Dean manages to subdue the alpha.

He doesn't even do that on purpose. It's just this big, scary one that's somehow decided Dean is his priority, and Dean beats the ever-living shit out of him in a blind panic.

The werewolves back off abruptly, and Dean doesn't waste time hurrying to Cas' side. "Cas? Cas? Are you okay?" he yelps, dropping to his knees beside the angel.

Cas smiles up at him. "Don't turn your back, don't show weakness," he says.

And it's only then that Dean realizes they haven't been left alone. They're still surrounded, and the alpha has not gotten up.

xXx

Dreaming

Dean rarely dreams, mostly due to how little sleep he actually gets. But when he does, he dreams of blonde hair and apple pie. Of a mother with a smile that he hasn't seen in so long it makes his heart ache.

Sometimes, in his waking hours - which are many - Dean wishes he has his mother. It's those times that Dean can almost smell her again, from the stolen moments wrapped in her arms as a child. He imagines he's back there, listening to Red Riding Hood told in her steady, soft voice.

But then he has to wake up, face reality, watch Cas' back like Cas watches his. And more importantly, Not Show Weakness.

xXx

An Old Face

Dean's eyes snap open, and immediately, he's rolling to his feet with a blade in his hand and lunging. The vampire that had somehow managed to slip closer jerks back. "Wait, wait! Dean, it's me!" she gasps, eyes wide.

His knife is inches from her throat, but Dean recognizes her and withdraws. "Lenore?" he asks, blinking. "Somehow, it didn't occur to me to see anyone I know."

She gives him a wan smile. "Yeah... It's crazy here, Dean... why are you here?"

"We took the leviathan out... somehow ended up in this place, Cas and I," he answers, jerking his thumb to indicate the angel he knows is standing right behind him.

"And the pets?" she hisses, eyes tracking the now circling werewolves.

Dean lets out a put-upon sigh. "I beat their alpha, apparently."

xXx

I will be posting this as a series of drabbles. Will probably have a few drabbles each chapter. Dunno how often I'll update. Please review!