The time spent in Purgatory was no joke as Dean eyes snapped open and he reached out to grab Castiel by the shoulders. He wanted to run, he needed to get up and dart. Run for his life. Where did his weapon go? Why was Castiel here? Was that Raphael's voice? Both Castiel? What was he doing?
Panting with fear, Dean's green eyes focused on the angel in the trench coat as he tried to think of something to say. But nothing would come out besides the struggled gasps as he crawled off the angel, and quickly behind him. He searched his own pockets for something, anything, and found one of his knives. Wrapping his hands around it, it was his only measure of security. He was still a vampire, and he could feel it. There were two humans in the room. Jimmy and Jacob. He could smell them, and he was scared.