No Service
His brother's name rips out of him; out of habit, out of desperation. But no answer comes, of, course. No response and no one would answer him ever again.
The reception is long gone.
And he knows. He knows, but—
Dean swallows, hot tears rising, and he calls out for Sam once more, throat raw, clinging to the familiar sound that echoes against the iron walls of his prison, but he's greeted by only silence.
He never knew that the silence could be so loud.
And suddenly there was even less room. The invisible walls seemed to come closer and closer until there was no space to breathe anymore.
And he gasps for air. Heartbeat quickening in panic.
No! Nonononononono! He had thought he was ready. He had thought he could do this. No. He had to do this. There was no other way. He knows. But—
His only light source—the faint light of his phone, flickers. Engulfing him in complete darkness for a few seconds.
His heart seems nearly to burst out of his chest. It hurts.
He thought that he was prepared for this. That he had an idea of how it would be. But he was wrong. He was mistaken.
You can't comprehend it. Not until you're in the middle of it. Not until you're utterly alone. Isolated. Parted from everyone and everything by freezing water and iron; an impenetrable barrier.
Dean shivers.
It was his choice. It was the only way. And he would do it again, if he had to.
But— you can't grasp it completely; not until it's already too late.
It's an unimaginable horror. It's unbearable.
The display flickers again, and he moves convulsively, elbows colliding with an impenetrable cold wall. A sob escapes him.
"SAAAM!"
No answer.
Then, the light goes out, plunging him into utter and complete darkness.
He can only stare at the red low battery sign. It's over. Forever and ever and ever.
He again gasps for oxygen.
The red sign blurs, and he lowers the phone to his heaving chest.
The tears spill over and run hotly down his cheeks, dripping down to the hard surface of his cage. His cage for eternity. Alone. Utterly alone.
Sammy. Please—
Well, not entirely alone; a voice somewhere in the back of his head whispers.
And Dean closes his eyes, his own pulse filling his ears, the beat swelling to an unendurable level, preparing himself, for the worst. For the worst that yet has to come.
Sammy...
Hello!
I saw the promo for the next episode and had to write something. I wrote this with the movie 'Buried' in mind. Has anyone seen it? It's so good but also so terrifying and sad... It truly lets you experience what's like to be buried alive... ugh...
All the mistakes are mine.