The New WorldHe was alone. For the first time in his life he was truly alone. Everything was dark and cold and horrible and there were eyes peering at him from the depths of the foggy twilight. He couldn't call Dad like he used to, him being dead for all this time. He couldn't call Bobby either, for much the same reason. Sam wasn't there, so he was thankfully safe, but he could not help at all. Even the crazy little angel had vanished.
Dean was alone in Purgatory.
He wanted to call out, to shout out his friends name in order to draw him back but he didn't. He stayed quiet. He didn't want to draw more of the things in the darkness to him. He had to find Cas though, he couldn't stand being so completely alone. So, he walked. He didn't know which direction the angel had disappeared to so he just guessed and headed.
It was a few minutes or years or hours before he picked up on his friends trail. It wasn't faint or old, the body still steaming and twitching. It looked like a dog, a black one, made out o