Author's Note: I don't own Dean (sadly) or Sam. I'm warning you, this chapter is going to be really short. You don't even need toread this chapter to read the next one. It's just a little idea I had and wanted to put in because it would allow me to make a sequel if I want to.
Neither brother knew where they were.
Everything had been swirling around the two a second ago, but then it had gone silent. They seemed to be floating through oblivion. There was a dark, eerie emptinesseverywhere. "Sam," Dean tried to say. But when Dean said it, it came out in slow motion, the word slow and echoing.
Sam didn't hear Dean. He felt like he was shutting down. But, out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw something.
Dean was shutting down, slowly. It was just like what had happened before he fell in Sam's nightmare. His could no longer hear his heavy breathing or the strange echo.
Sam's hearing was fading, but he still saw. He saw a person--not Dean, not the Catcher. The person had a shock of short blond hair. She looked so firm, so real. She wasn't hopelessly floating. She was secure. She seemed to walk, no, glide through the air. Before she disappeared, a real person in Sam's dream, he caught a glimpse of her dark eyes.
Dean couldn't see or talk. His senses were nearly gone. A panic rose in him. Calm down, he told himself. It means you're waking up. Right?
Sam could no longer see. Talk. Smell. He didn't think about the girl at all.
Soon the pain was gone too, and the brothers knew they had lost the ability to feel.
In a flash, their minds were shut down as well.
Sam and Dean began to wake.
Author's Note: Okay, please review and thank you to all who has reviewed. The epilog will be up tomorrow, only because I'm very happy with how it turned out.