A/N: It's like a little bit of fiction. Should I continue?
Supernatural
OUT OF DARKNESS:
When he had fallen, the ground had caved downward, yawning open into one giant, impossibly deep hole. There was howling wind and Micheal's guttural scream ripping out of Adam's voice. Sam remembered plummeting and feeling that horrifying, impossible to calm, rush of panic as the wind whistled and pushed against him. He had watched that last of earth's light become a rapidly diminishing ray, until it too blinked away in the all encompassing darkness of the vast and yet confining hole.
He had felt Lucifer's anger in that deep darkness. That overriding despair and fear and pain that ripped through him could not be explained. Could not be understood by anyone.
It was hell and he would remember that too. Impossible to forget, it settled in his bones cold and terrifying where he knew that chill would last until his flesh decayed.
Sam remembered. Sam would not forget. And he was certain that that time would last forever. It would be his infinity. And yet somehow, impossibly, it had ended. There were no answers, just a sudden, unexplained flash of white light and then, well, then freedom.
Gawd, the earth, he had read somewhere that all the solar system was there just to support this tiny little planet. He believed it. It was so beautiful, so right. His face was in the grass and dirt, and he was gasping in the air like it wouldn't last. He was cold, filled with pain, exhaustion, and yet he was smiling.
Sam was raised back to earth on an overcast Tuesday at 11:18 AM without any reasons or explanation. He had lied on Lucifer's grave for half the day, hoping that this renewed life wasn't the dream of a dead man.
When reality remained and the day had turned to night he had rolled to his knees and wept.
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