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Dean sat slumped against the hollow of an old redwood, his jagged blade resting lightly on his thigh. The last of the night’s shadows dulled as the sunlight filtered through the trees. Dean rolled his shoulders as he rubbed his eyes. He could feel the grime and dirt on his face and hands, but it wasn’t abnormal, not surprising in the least. It wasn’t his first week in purgatory. He’d gotten used to the sparse showers and sparser food. He’d been in purgatory for close to four months, though he’d never bothered to count the days. At first, it hadn’t even occurred to him that knowing the length of time

"STOP BEING SO SELFISH, DEAN. You run headlong into battles you know you can't win and one of these days, you're going to die and I won't be able to save you!" Dean glares at him, blood dripping from the deep laceration running across his chest. "Maybe I wanna die!" He spits at Castiel. The angel stares, wide-eyed; shocked. The hunter breaks eye contact to stare at the dirty cement beneath his broken body. A mixture of blood and spit pools at the corner of his mouth when he coughs. "Don't tell me I'm the one being selfish, Cas." He whispers. "You're the one who can't let go." And when Dean looks up, the angel is gone. The hunter just m