So bold and fearless in the risks we take,
Laugh in the face of gravity as its laws we'd break,
On trampolines so high, we reach for the sky, but I,
Do not look up anymore and I don't know why.
[DREAM]
Dean snuck in Sam's apartment. Sam, lying in the bedroom, was startled awake. He crept out of the bedroom, sneaking to a secret drawer to find a knife he had hidden away. Strange symbols gleamed on the metal until it was pulled out of the moonlight.
When he saw the dark figure, he leapt forward and tackled.
They tousled for a moment, before the figure won. Dean's face pulled into view, he stared down at Sam.
"Easy, tiger."
[HOSPITAL]
"He hasn't changed." Sam strode around the room. "It's been three weeks! Why hasn't Dean changed?!"
"Lots of people take weeks to wake up, it doesn't mean much." Missouri, the doctor, said. "He might take years. he's dreamin' though, we can tell. His brain activity is high. But we can't tell what he's been dreamin' of."
The dresser crushed Dean and Sam against the Impala. Water trickled down the stairs of the ramshackle house.
Two ghost children appeared at the top of the stairs. Constance turned and looked at them in fear.
"You've come home to us, Mommy."
Mary watched Sam, worried. She turned to John. "You really think Dean will wake up?"
Gruffly, Bobby turned to them. "He will. Dean has the mind of a guy who pulls through. We'll see him even if it's not the way we expect. And Sam-" He flicked the mass of jackets. "-get your shit together, idgit."
A shrill cell phone ringtone echoed through the now silent waiting room. John, looking guilty, took it out before striding out.
Mary turned toward Sam again. "Honey, Dean will pull through."
Sam rotated, looking grim. "You don't know that."
"No, I don't. It's faith that tells me."
Dean ran up the dock, and with no hesitation, dove in the murky water.
"He's got fluid in the lung!" a nurse screamed at Missouri.
"Where did it come from?" Missouri calmly asked. On the hospital bed, Dean's legs kicked. His breath periodically ended and began again in a huge gulp of breath.
He didn't wake up, though.
[DEAN'S MIND]
Through Dean's mind, he saw the dreams. Castiel turned, and then saw a dark tendril of magic. Purple sparks shot out. When one touched him, he felt a fear like one he had not felt for ages. Lucifer's curse was coming to bear its terrifying fruit. Castiel shuddered as he remembered Lucifer's words.
If any of you...fuckers fall in love with someone, every single part of there dream actually happens to them. If they get shot in the leg, they get shot in the leg. If they drown, they drown. I don't give a fuck about you anymore, since you never seemed to for me!
Sam stared at the nurses running around. He caught snatches on coversation, snapshots of this moment with Dean.
"Restrain him, he's kicking-"
"-nearly pulled out his IV-"
"Fluid isn't going down-"
"If anything, it's going up-"
"Missouri, what should we do?"
"Restrain that boy and try to take that fluid down."
A gasp escaped one of the nurses as the fluid came out. Dean's legs kept kicking, as though treading water.
Later, when Missouri told Sam what they thought happened, she showed him a bag of greenish water, floating with algae.
"We've tested this a thousand times," she said, handing the bag over, "but there is no way Dean could have gotten or made this, even with the help of bacteria. From what we can tell, this is lake or river water, plain and simple."
Sam stared numbly at the bag, then Dean, now sleeping peacefully.
"Zeppelin rules," Dean mumbled.