Blue/Indigo
Blue was everywhere. Or maybe it was black. Perhaps it was blue before and now it's black, or perhaps, the other way around. Everything was foggy and reality felt like sand slipping through his hands. Dean couldn't feel anything, unless numb was a feeling. Was it cold? Yes. Cold seems right.
Blue. Cold.
His lungs burned and he couldn't remember breathing. What does breathing feel like? I can't remember. Oh god, how do I-
Everything started to fade again.
Blue. Cold. No breath.
He could feel something again. He could feel everything again. Pain - agonizing pain. His head, his chest, his throat, his eyes, every part of his body seemed to be screaming. Then it was gone again, as fast as it came, and everything was still. He was still. The earth seemed to vanish from his reality. Dean didn't really know much about peace, but if he had to guess, this was what it would feel like.
Then he felt a tug, a pull, crushing his peace. The darkness lightened and suddenly everything was bright, much too bright. Voices. He could hear voices. Faint, but familiar.
"Dean. Dean-" they echoed, like the sound was bouncing around inside his skull. He tried to make himself move, but his brain wouldn't connect to his limbs.
"Dean. Oh god, you're gonna be okay. Dean, wake up."
He opened his eyes, but everything was still dark.
Blue. Cold. No breath.
And then nothing.
When he woke up, his lungs screamed and his head pounded, but suddenly everything felt real again. Sheets under his hands, pillow under his head, and normal, non-eerie colors. He looked to the side and saw Sam sitting in an undoubtedly uncomfortable hospital chair. Sam looked up and jumped at the sight of Dean staring at him.
"How are you feeling?" Sam closed the book in his hand and put it on the table beside them. "Actually, don't talk. Probably not a good idea." He pause. "You almost drowned... What a stupid way to die, huh? Demons, ghosts, and angels; sometimes I forget that we're the mortal ones." Dean looked down at the needles sticking in his arms. He already felt his energy slipping away from him. His eyes fluttered before closing all the way.
Two days later they were back in the car and Sam was driving (not that Dean didn't put up a fight). The sky was blue and the sun was warm on the leather seats. Dean glanced at Sam and turned up the radio before leaning back.
Blue. Warm. Easy breathing.
