purgatory — what a poor excuse for an afterlife.

I mean, not all supernatural creatures are necessarily bad, so why should they suffer in the afterlife instead of going to heaven? well, that was the least of their worries.

after they’d successfully killed Dick Roman - may he burn in hell - Rose, Cas and Dean had been taken to purgatory with him because they got shot with that stupid leviathan crap - great.

the three had been separated at first, but they’d all managed relatively well. Dean had paired up with benny - a vampire. Rose didn’t trust him, but you shouldn’t really be trusting anyone in purgatory, anyway. Rose didn’t have much trouble - she was a vampire, and an old one at that, so killing other vampires or anything else of the sort was a piece of cake. the only problems were the lack of good quality blood, and being alone.

when they had eventually all found eachother, the days became slightly easier. they moved around a lot, trying to find that “way out” that benny was talking about - and as it turned out, Cas was also skeptical that there was any way out.

Cas and benny were begrudgingly off hunting together for a while, most likely scouting out the area for any threats before they rested for the night.

Dean watched as Rose washed her face in the river, a feeble attempt to get rid of the blood and dirt that covered her body. but there wasn’t any time to rest, to wash, or eat properly - so they all looked a mess. the tension between himself and Rose washed palpable — and being stuck in purgatory, restless and desperate, was only amplifying it. Dean noticed the subtle changes in her behaviour - restlessness, frustration, violence - all signs of a lack of blood, he knew. he knew she didn’t want to drink the blood of other vampires or any other creatures, but she also refused his blood when he offered it to her. but he hated seeing her so tired. he had to make her listen.

“Rose, take my blood.” he wasn’t asking, he was telling. the hunter rolled up the sleeve of his ripped, dirty shirt, revealing his arm to her. “don’t argue with me — I can see it in your eyes. you’re hungry.”