Dean gave Castiel his hand to squeeze as the former angel hissed and winced through his wounds being disinfected and stitched. It was something he would get used to if he wanted to keep hunting with the Winchesters. Dean was quite proud of how neatly he could stitch a wound now. Like a new mother showing off her first piece of knitted baby wear he ( Read more... )

When Castiel woke it was to the fetid air of purgatory. The last thing he remembered was being struck down by the Keeper after he started shouting and kicking at the bars of his cage. They were returning to purgatory and he wasn’t going to go back quietly. Castiel managed to break one of her tree like limbs. She shrieked in pain but came at him ( Read more... )

The world had been reduced to putting one foot in front of the other as fast as possible. It was difficult for Castiel when one of his feet didn’t want to cooperate. But he ran or he died, and that’s all it came down to. So Castiel kept running with his lungs screaming and his foot aching. It had seemed easier before, when Dean was running ( Read more... )

Castiel watched Dean putting another weapon together. Carefully he lashed a sharp rock to a sturdy piece of wood. They were preparing to set out again. Voxifera seemed restless and quiet. Dean was similarly so… every time Castiel tried to talk about what happened and apologise Dean would brush it off and tell the former angel that he was better now ( Read more... )

As the three crashed through the undergrowth trees seemed to reach out to grasp them and roots rose up to trip their feet. Dean’s face was scarred from the clawing of branches, and more than once he found himself face down on the ground having lost his footing. Ahead of him Voxifera raced on, she moved through the terrain more gracefully, like a ( Read more... )

The thick sludge of the mire reached up to their knees. It was exhausting just putting one foot in front of the other. Every now and then Dean and Castiel would come across the stark limbs of a dead tree reaching up out of the swamp. But nothing ever seemed to change here, except maybe the dense fog closing in a little more… Voxifera had ( Read more... )

Thunderous hooves were at their back, there was the blast of a horn, and then arrows split the air. They ran side by side, exhaustion weighing their limbs down, until an arrow sunk into flesh and one fell. There was only time enough for shouts of “I love you” and “I’ll find you” before he was set upon and she ran away…

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Masterpost - The Hunter and the Hunted

Genre: Drama/Gen/Angst, bit of whump too
Characters: Team Free Will, with guest appearances by Missouri and Crowley.
Words: 46,731.
Notes: Thanks must go to my beta, JonJo :D   This follows on from Another Angel Down.
Summary: "Cut off the head and the body will founder"... And so the master of the leviathan ( Read more... )