Sam:

I'm screwed. I'm stuck to the wall and I can barely move.

Dean tosses me a blade and I try to catch it while my throat gets pushed onto the brick wall. I can't grab the blade and I know I'm dead if Dean can't get up. He lies on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

This group of fallen angels is way too strong. One of them caught Cas and they brought him somewhere. I don't know where.

Another angel pushes me against the wall and now the angel blade lies on the floor next to my feet. The angel that's crushing my throat puts his foot on the blade.

"Oh, I see you dropped something," the angel – Camael – says and she moves the blade away from me. "Oops, what a shame that you can't grab it now." She squeezes my neck a little harder and I gasp for breath. I turn my head a little to look how Dean is doing. He's trying his best to get up, but there are angels pushing him on the ground and his leg is bleeding heavily.

I can't get enough air and I'll pass out sooner than later.

Camael has a blade hidden away in the sleeve of her jacket. She lets it slip out for a little. I kick at her in the hope that she'll drop the blade, but she doesn't.

I see – in the corner of my eye – that Dean is starting to defeat the duo of angels that was holding him to the ground.

I look at Camael in front of me and try to push her away from me. She's holding her blade in her left hand.

I look at the hand and it speeds to my stomach. I push harder and harder, but she won't step back.

I feel a stinging pain in my stomach and then everything goes really slow.

I look from my hand on the chest of Camael to my stomach, which is bleeding. She stabbed me with the blade and blood is running out of the stab wound. I start gasping for breath, but I choke on my own spit. I start coughing and my body hurts more after every cough. I see everything blurry. Everything except the red liquid that flows over the blade and the hand of Camael.

I hear a scream. A very loud and high-pitched scream. The blade gets pulled back and not a second after that the hand that was on my throat lets go of my neck. I collapse on the ground and I hit my head on the wall. I close my eyes and I slowly open them again when I feel a hand on the wound. I see a blurry version of Dean leaning over me.

"Sammy!"

His voice is loud and muffled at the same time. I get lifted off the floor and I feel Dean's chest against my shoulder. I cough again and a wave of pain floats through my body. Dean runs – limps as fast as possible – up to his car. My head hurts like hell and I feel like I could puke. I close my eyes to maybe think away the stinging pain. I hear a car door open and Dean lays me down on a seat. The door closes and a moment later the door on the other side of me opens. Dean sits next to me and while he starts the car he pushes a towel – or something – onto the wound. I hear him shouting things, but I can't understand him. I feel every bump that we go over.

The car stops after a minute or twenty and I get lifted out of the car again. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are too heavy. I hear a door open and Dean is shouting things again. Hands are all over my body while muffled voices are shouting things. The voices get really hard and then soft again.

After a few seconds I don't hear any voices anymore. It's quiet. Too quiet even. I don't feel a thing except the burning pain in my stomach. I'm in a black room and I only see myself. I'm the only color in the black room of nothing.

Then I see a young girl. Maybe I'm not alone here. The girl is a blonde and she walks up to me.

"Sam?" Her voice sounds familiar.

"Jess?"

The girl nods and when she's closer I see a tear dripping over her cheek. I want to grab her hand when she disappears. "Jess?" I scream. "Jess!"

Beeping noises and screaming enter my head and the black room turns white. I open my eyes and doctors are hanging over me, pushing the wound, screaming to each other and attaching things to my arms, legs and other places over my body. The noises are loud and very painful. A sour tasting liquid makes its way up to my mouth. I open my mouth. I puke all over myself.

The noise of me puking is the last thing I hear before everything turns black.