The Void, Chapter Four
Sam squeezed his eyes shut, then opened again and blinked. There was something in the corner - something that did not belong. He stretched, reaching for it, attempting to time his efforts with the tumbling action of the void.
Up, down, spin around slowly...up down, spin around slowly...
At the next "down", his arm shot out, attempting to touch it. He felt his shoulder dislocate with a slow pop and he screamed in agony and dismay. In the void, there was no sound. There was nothing.
No feeling, no light, no sound. It was a chamber of horrors to Sam, being cut off from talking to his brother, hearing the Impala roar, cutting off a vampire's head, tasting demon blood...
What.
Sam refocused and looked for the object again. I will not loose my mind, he told himself. Instead he turned himself slowly and was able to use his other arm to grab the object. It was hard for Sam to even know that he had it in his hand, and he almost dropped it, not realizing what was between his fingers.
Slowly his lifted it close to his face, straining to see what it was.
It was a key.