Sam was falling. Falling into the darkness. Falling into oblivion. Everything was dark, and she could hear nothing but screams. After what seemed like an eternity, she landed on the cold ground. Sam stood up and looked around at the metal cage surrounding her. Before she could begin to understand where she was or what was going to happen, Sam felt her body lifting.
The next thing she knew, she was standing in a field. No, it was someone's yard. Sam glanced around and noticed she was in some kind of neighborhood. A street lamp was flickering above her head. After a few seconds, the light went out completely. Sam was in total darkness. The night was cold and Sam began to shiver. She walked down across the yard and to the street and kept walking until she reached another lamp. Across the street was a small, quaint house, and a family sat in the dining room, eating and talking. Sam looked more closely at the house. For some reason the people inside looked familiar, especially the man to the left. Sam continued to stare at the family until it finally hit her, the man inside was Dean. There he was, sitting with Lisa and Ben like Sam had told him to. He looked happy. Dean was happy, and that was all that mattered. Sam backed away from the house but continued to watch Dean from afar. A wave of sadness flowed over her being. But, it wasn't the normal kind of sadness. Something felt strange. She felt empty, like something wasn't right. Yes, Sam was sad, but it didn't seem to have an effect on her. Sam turned from the house and began to walk briskly away.
As she walked through the night, Sam wondered how she had escaped Hell. Somehow, she was alive. Somehow, she made it out. Feeling troubled and confused, Sam decided to find the nearest bar to drink off her new problems.
"What's your poison, sweetheart?" The bartender asked.
"Scotch. Neat." Sam responded quickly. The man handed her a glass of scotch and Sam drank the glass in less than a minute. She pushed the glass back at the bartender, asking for another. Before long, Sam had downed several glasses of scotch with ease. The odd thing was, she didn't feel any different. It was like the alcohol had no effect. Like her body was never satisfied. Like she was just trying to fill an empty void. Realizing that the drinks were doing her no good, Sam paid the man and got up to leave.
"You sure you're gonna be okay, miss?" The bartender asked, clearly concerned for Sam.
"I'll be fine." Sam said as she stepped closer to the door. The man came out from behind the bar to help escort her to the door. As he put his hand on Sam's back to help her out the door, Sam turned and grabbed the man's wrist. She twisted his arm and shoved him to the ground. The man looked up at Sam, surprised and shocked. Sam backed away from him and ran out the door. She stopped by a streetlight to catch her breath and ponder what had just happened. Why did she push him? There was probably no danger, but she had acted on instinct anyway. But she didn't feel guilty for doing what she had done. There was no sense of wrongness in her body. There was no emotion at all, really. None.
Sam continued walking down the dark street into the night. The cold wind brushed against her cheeks and blew her hair back. She pulled her hood over her head and pushed against the wind. As she wandered by a convenience store, Sam heard Jewel's 1995 song playing on the radio. Jewel softly sang "Who Will Save Your Soul," and the lyrics struck Sam in the the heart as she went further into the darkness.