Dean woke up to the low growling voice in the distant. No, he hadn't sleep anyway, the best thing he could do was shutting his eyes, waiting for the endless night to be over, and rested himself in the arms of the angel who, for all his heavenness, remained at Dean's side for what seemed like eternity. His back pressed against the warm chest that had been providing him the only comfort in this torturous land. The dirty trench coat covered them both, offered little protection from coldness of the night. Dean would be freezing if it wasn't for Castiel that held him so tight, entwined his hands with Dean's. It's good luck finding a shelter for once, no matter how small it was. A giant rabbit hole was better than a open ground.

"Shhh…" Castiel hushed. "They're not coming this way."

Castiel reminded Dean of himself. The big brother who tugged his baby brother to sleep every night. Now Sam was like a faraway. memory in his past life. How is Sammy now? Surely, Sam would survive a hunt on his own. But Dean was more worried if Sam would still be able to smile, after all, Dean had forgotten how.

The hand that covered his squeezed tighter. "You should get some sleep. You need your strength for tomorrow."

What a human's strength in the land of monster? Even the angel could barely keep himself alive, Dean wouldn't survive without him either. They needed to stay together as a whole. One piece missing and both of them will be perished.

"Do we still have tomorrow?" Dean whispered.

Castiel did not answer that question, he did not need to. "You still have me."

Dean accepted that statement. He tried again to drift into sleep, knowing that it would be useless, he would never rest in peace.

Unlike hell in which you could choose if you want to get of the rack and be the torturer, in Purgatory, you had to fought to survive or they would rip you to shred over and over again.

But sharing warmth with a friend who'd died for you thrice, Dean would choose this place over hell any day.