You think death is the end? Everything has to go somewhere, even dead souls. Human souls end up in Heaven, some end up in Hell. But where do angels and demons go when they get shanked with a blade? My name is Samandriel, and I found that out when my brother Castiel killed me...

Samandriel, or 'Alfie' as the name badge on his Wiener Hut uniform read, opened his eyes as he stared up into the sky. He held his hands in front of his face, not seeing the hands that God had created for him, but the human hands of the young man he had possessed on Earth. It didn't take Samandriel to realize that his grace was completely gone, leaving him powerless and weak. While his vessel's owner had gone on to Heaven, Samandriel himself was left with an empty shell that his angel form had bonded with after having lost his grace. Samandriel was now nothing more than a dead mortal.

The former angel sat up, looking around the wide open wooded area as one word crossed his lips.

"Purgatory,"

I had heard the rumors that this is where angels and demons go when they die, but I didn't believe it. When an angel or demon gets killed on Earth, or Heaven, or Hell, we lose all of our grace or demonic power. Effectively, I'm weaker now than my host was before I possessed this boy.

I didn't know much about Alfie outside of the glimpses I saw of his memories. I tried not to pry too much, I didn't want to invade his privacy, but from what I saw he was a good child. He loved his parents, even though they were divorced, and he adored his little sister. He wasn't the smartest kid, but he was loyal and a hard worker. When I found him, he was praying for a way to help his parents find their way back to each other. It didn't take much convincing for him to let me in.

I can still see the memories I saw before, like learning to ride a bike, his extremely awkward first kiss when he ended up missing the girl completely, and his very first taste of ice cream, but anything else? No, Alfie must have gone straight to heaven after my host vessel died. This body is mine now, for better or worse. Without any grace or powers, I am trapped in this form, which is bad if I run into trouble here. Alfie's body lacks any form of physical strength to fight off whatever will come after me here. I just hope I can run if it comes down to it.

"Angel!" a voice shouted as Samandriel turned around. A horrific smirk crossed his face. "The virgin."

Samandriel started running as fast as his weak human legs would carry him. He didn't realize how badly out of shape his host was as he started to tire quickly. He finally lost the demons and rested against a tree, breathing heavily.

Six months I've been stuck here, and I've learned that this place is not only inhabited by fallen angels and demons, but by Leviathans and other monsters as well. I've survived the best I could, but in this place, that's not enough. I've run across several familiar faces, but I've yet to find a friendly one. Because my loyalties lay with Castiel, I am seen as an enemy here. Word travels fast, so everyone wants my head now. The problem gets worse when you realize that since everyone here is already dead, losing your head means you still live, just... without a body.

Those that were loyal to Castiel that came here were swayed by those who blame him for their banishment here. I am truly alone here, but I shall remain loyal to my brother.

I lost my shoe today outrunning a pack of vampires. I've lost track of how long I've been here, but it doesn't matter. Purgatory is an endless place, so no matter how far I run or try to fight, everyone hates the sight of me. I wish I could get out of this place, but escape from Purgatory is impossible unless you're a Winchester.

There have been rumors of ways to escape Purgatory that I overhear when eavesdropping at night on my former brothers and sisters. They were unfounded rumors until I found out that Naomi was here, and was rounding up the most powerful of the fallen. I kept wondering why every demon, monster, and angel simply referred to me as 'the virgin' instead of my given name, until it was spelled out for me.

These are only rumors mind you, but I'm willing to try anything, if it means escaping. I just need the right ingredients for the spell. I don't know where this spell would take me, but anywhere is better than here. But most importantly, I need to stay a step ahead of everyone else.

That werewolf nearly took my arm off, but luckily I outran it. I've managed to get this form into manageable shape in the time I've been here. Now I can outrun virtually anything, and I can throw a punch if need be. The upside to this place is that even someone catches you, you can't die here.

Yeah, you can be dismembered, mauled, or torn apart, but you don't die. I learned that the hard way when the demons caught me weeks ago and I ended up losing an arm to get away. I eventually found it, but it's not easy putting an arm back on, plus it takes forever to heal. Plus my Wiener Hut uniform is now drenched in blood., but it's a small price to pay for getting out of here.

Next thing on my list of ingredients: (gulp) A demon hair.

Got the demon hair, but I lost my other shoe in the process. A fair trade, I suppose, although now my feet get cold at night. And the nights here get brutally cold. If I wasn't already dead, I'd get frostbite. But, hey, at least I got to keep my arm this time.

I have almost everything I need. I keep everything in a pouch around my neck, made from Alfie's undershirt. I hope Alfie's happy in Heaven. If I ever return to Earth, I should make amends to his family for causing his death. And in case you're wondering, no, I don't hold Castiel responsible for this. I know he was a pawn, just like I was. Just like all my brothers and sisters are. I am still loyal to Castiel, and I shall continue to do so until he gives me a reason not to.

Has it been months? Years? Decades since I've been here? It feels like an eternity, but time passes by faster here than on Earth. It could be forty years here or in Hell and only about four months on Earth. Either way, if this spell works, I'll hopefully be in a better place. I have everything I need, including the one thing that no one else in Purgatory has.

Samandriel started a small fire, having made sure that there was no one else around for miles. Angels, demons, and other monsters would dismember him and scatter his parts if they knew what he was up to. One by one he tossed the ingredients into the fire, each one changing the flames a different color as he chanted in the ancient angel language. He wasn't completely fluent, but he knew enough to get by.

"The last ingredient," Samandriel said as he pulled out a blade and started cutting the palm of his hand. "Blood of a virgin."

Of all the possessed vessels that had traveled to Purgatory with their hosts, mine was the only pure virgin here. That was something Alfie and I had in common. Neither of us had ever known... the pleasure of another. I was the first and only virgin to pass through Purgatory, and I was pretty sure I'd be the last.

Apparently someone out there knows that virgin blood can open the floodgates to get out of Purgatory if you know the right spell, so whoever's out there has been making sure that virgin hosts don't make it this far. How I slipped past the radar, I can't say, but here's hoping this works. It took forever to even learn what the ingredients were, or what incantation to recite. It took a lot of eavesdropping on just the right people at just the right time.

"Samandriel!" a voice shouted as the young angel looked toward his fallen bothers, who were running toward him. On the opposite side, a horde of Leviathans were coming.

"Damn," Samandriel said as he shook his hand over the fire, chanting as fast as he could. As soon as the blood hit the flames, they started shooting up as he looked around.

"Destroy him!" Zachariah shouted. "But keep his blood intact!"

Samandriel took a deep breath and jumped through the flames, which exploded in a fiery ball before anyone could reach him.

Wow, that was... dare I say it... fun? It hurt like hell, but it was fun and very exhilarating. And the best part is, I'm out of Purgatory, I think. I don't know where I am now, but it has to be a lot better than where I was.

There was darkness all around as Samandriel tried to pick himself up. It was hard to see, but from what he could tell, there was no danger. Except for the sword that was pointed at his throat.

"Who are you?"

"Samandriel," the young angel squeaked out as he kept his eyes closed.

"The angel Samandriel?"

"If you're going to kill me, make it quick."

"Fool, you can not die here, but you can be tortured and mutilated, which I fully plan to do, traitor,"

Samandriel opened his eyes and saw the angelic form of the Archangel Micheal standing before him.

"I'm in the Cage," Samandriel whispered with fear in his voice.

Next: Samandriel's out of the fire and into... well, more fire! Be here for SUPERNATURAL #1!