Hola! (I just finished studying for my Spanish midterm) Here is the next chapter. It's a little weird and scattered, but I figured that's probably how Sam's thoughts would be.

Anything in italics w/ '' around it is someone talking – it's just distant and foggy so I didn't put "" around it.

Sorry it's kind of short, but I think it sums it up pretty well. The next chapter will probably be up on Thursday or Friday.

Enjoy!

P.S. I do realize betweeness isn't a word :)

Part two – Sam's POV

Alive! I'm alive! But how – that was the big question. Hadn't he drowned? It didn't feel like he was underwater, though. Maybe he was dead after all. Well if so then why did being dead feel like lying on a wooden surface? Oh, god! What if I'm in a coffin? But then why was he conscious in a coffin? Surely someone would have checked he was actually dead before burying him right? Maybe since he had drowned they just assumed when they found his body…wait! Drowned! In a lake! With a dock! He was on the dock! And by extension that meant he was mostly likely alive, right? I mean seriously, why would your chest hurt so fucking bad if you were dead? No, Sam concluded, I am most definitely not dead. Maybe I'm not exactly 100% alive, but I'm not dead. There was a word for that, right? Limbo! That was it – limbo, a state for betweeness. Between life and death. Between conscious and unconscious. Just between.

'Come on, Sam!' some far off voice said – no pleaded.

Come on and do what?

'Just breathe damnit!'

I am breathing…aren't I? Sam never had to think about that before. It was kind of just always a given that he was breathing.

'Don't do this to me!' Again with the pleading.

I'm not doing anything! Sam thought defensively. Suddenly he felt a stinging sensation in his cheek. Now they were slapping him? Was that really necessary?

'Come on, Son!' A different voice said. Wait, son? So that means you must be…Dad? And if you're Dad, then the other voice must be…

'Please, Sammy, you have to be okay! You just have to be!'

Sammy. Yup it was Dean alright. Dean was here. He would keep Sam safe.

'Oh god, please, Sammy!' Was Dean-kickin'-ass-and-takin'-names-Winchester pleading? No way. Not Dean. Never. But he was. He was begging Sam to be okay.

Sam struggled through the many veils of unconsciousness to return to his brother and father.

Each second the voices got louder and clearer. Suddenly Sam was aware of a constricted feeling in his throat. He quickly realized Dean was right. He wasn't breathing. After a few seconds of fighting further into consciousness, Sam finally managed to couch and suck in some precious air. Though his eyes remained tightly closed, Sam could feel someone rolling him onto his side. Sam wanted to thank them, but he was coughing too damn much to even breath, let alone talk.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sam stopped coughing and began gulping down gasps of air. Before him was a familiar face with two green eyes.

"Hey, Sammy."

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