Go To The Light

The light begins as a lonesome star. When it falls like niagara, Dean runs like thunder. It gives chase as familiar ghosts whisper from trees around him; "Go to the light." Still he sprints into the arms of darkness. The voices melt and manifest as one. Not a ghost; Sam.

"Go to the light."

A tear marks his war torn face and he stops. He turns. And he allows the cascade of light to swallow him.

His jade eyes flutter open. A heart monitor chirps. Sam smiles, worried. Relieved.

"You're alive."

Dean swallows.

"Can't go anywhere if you're still here."