A/N: My first drabble attempt in between long stories. Set early Season 4. No concrete spoilers, but vague references to the end of Season 3/beginning of Season 4. Happy birthday supernaturalmydreams!
Dean's paralyzed body was swept with the tide. The relentless rushing water smashed him against jagged rocks. Taking the nixie should've been easy. Instead she'd taken him.
His lungs screamed and he surrendered. Familiar was death's chill preceding the eternal torments, but somehow brightness broke the dark. Not hell fires rejoicing at reclaiming their lost soul, but his one true salvation.
"Gotcha, Dean."
Hope resurfaced as large hands frantically gripped him and hauled him above the water's edge back into daylight. Long arms engulfed him, a warming embrace against his icy skin. Sammy would look after him. He always did.