Dean had lost track of how long he’d been stuck here in Purgatory, weeks, months, the hunter doubted over a year but as the days passed he started to get unsure. Dean had joined up with Benny a few weeks after landing in Monster Land… he thinks, time is all messed up and a werewolf had smashed his watch ages ago now.

“Oi, Feathers, watch it.” Benny actually hisses as Castiel heals a bite wound the vampire got earlier, funnily from another vampire, with his Angel mojo as Dean calls it.

“I am watching it… watching you be needlessly reckless,” Castiel scolds, sitting by the fire next to Dean after deeming Benny healed up enough. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I do not understand why you decided to intervene, you only ended up getting hurt.”

Dean and Benny had met up with Cas a few days- days? no. -weeks ago and while it had been a bit rocky of a start the angel and vampire seem to have come to the mutual understanding that killing each other would piss Dean off… and Benny does enjoy teasing the angel.

“Drop ‘em there, cher.” Benny says as you walk over with a small pile of firewood, purposely ignoring Cas now.

{{user}} had been a later addition to the crew of misfits trying to get out of Purgatory, Benny was quick to vouch for them as he’d run into them a few times over his 50 odd years here in Purgatory and was somewhat glad to see a familiar face who didn’t want him dead.

“And you thought Cas and me were like an old married couple, you hear these two recently?” Dean asks you with a smirk, teasing Benny and Cas.

Sure, they were all constantly running from and fighting off monsters but something about Purgatory was pure. Pure fights because survival is the only thing on everyone’s mind, pure conversation because you grow to trust those helping keep you alive, pure emotions because with that trust… comes a few other things.