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Spoilers for seasons two and three.
Where was Sam, when the knife went into his back?
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CHAPTER ONE- COMFORTABLY NUMB
The last thing Sam remembered was a white-hot pain in his chest.
Then nothing.
Nothing he would remember as Sam, anyway.
Most people say when you die, everything goes black.
Empty. Dark.
Over.
But it wasn't like that. Not for him.
No, everything went white, searing, blinding white.
So pale and devoid of all color it hurt.
It was a strange sort of pain, not the kind that would really cause discomfort.
It was a sort of dull throb. Numb.
Comfortable, oddly enough.
Sam was floating in it, whatever this strange otherworld place was.
It didn't bother him. No, he was oddly detached, somehow, distant to his own plight.
He was at peace.
Next thing he knew, or didn't know, really.
That was it. He didn't know.
He didn't know anything.
Was he supposed to have a name?
He'd had one, he was sure, if he could just remember…..
Or did he?
There'd been a person, too, of that he was certain.
A very important person.
Someone he had cared about….. someone he had loved.
He wished he could remember the person's name, if not his own.
Something was tugging at him, pulling at him, wanting him to come somewhere.
Was it a voice?
It sounded like one.
Come back, it seemed to be saying.
Back? Where was back?
Hadn't he always been here? He had sort of assumed it was so.
It didn't alarm him.
Why should he leave?
Should he want to leave?
He didn't think he wanted to.
It was nice here.
Peaceful.
No, he didn't want to leave.
Of course, that was when some jerking, insistent force pulled him around his navel, reeling him up like a fish on a pole.
He resisted, struggling futilely.
Couldn't he stay here?
He liked it.
He liked the absence of thought, of sound, of feeling.
It was restful, calm.
Untroubled.
But the force pulled him, higher and higher, and now the white was fading, fast, becoming denser and denser, darkening, and he was writhing, twisting, turning, wanting to get away, to get free….
Let me stay. I like it here.
Please.
It's all I want.
But the force tugged harder, and he screamed as a lance of pain flashed across his back, and the force disappeared.
And then, then, everything went black.