Coming Back To Life
The eyes of the Darkness followed Dean. The Winchester...always the Winchester...had kept sending people into her Abyss. She was weary of it and wanted him to simply go away.
There's one way to do that...She thought to herself.
So, of course, it wasn't enough to get the "Other" one out of her dominion. He'd need to come out of the Four Winds, and up from the Universe.
The Darkness stirred with all her might. She stretched her arms out through the Universe. There were little shattered pieces of star dust every where, hidden behind darkness, backlogs of infinity. Pieces of him had not been deleted from the space time continuum. There was a history of him she could reach and grab.
Dean felt the buzzing increasing, intensifying.
"What the hell?" He gritted his teeth.
That Winchester...Aha! Now it makes sense...The Darkness realized only just then. All of the pieces that remained of Sam's soul were sustained by their life force. It was like a power cell for the life force. They were soul-linked, in a sense, they were the same soul. Of course! Now it made sense. The fact that Dean had gone on living, kept alive by Sam's sacrifice, had kept Sam's soul from being truly gone.
The Darkness stirred with all her might, rustling the sparks of him, the shape of him.
Dean was getting dizzy. Sam's soul was being extracted from the very core of his. He felt shaky, and his knees went weak. There in a forest in Colorado, Dean passed out cold, laying like a ragdoll in the mud.
A lightning bolt struck the top of a tree behind him, turning it to ashes that slid like a sandcastle away to the earth. Sam's essence called back. A scream sounded through the forest as the tortured soul that had Shattered suddenly came hailing back to life. Hail began to stir in the sky above them, hail and the elements moved.
I have to find a place to spring him back to Creation from my world! If I do, I can get rid of them both, I bet!
The Darkness stirred with all her might looking for a place that made sense.
She hovered over Dean.
"Of course! Where better than a haunted house for a Winchester..."
The Darkness ran across the ground shepherding the soul she had shot out like an arrow from the darkness into the living world.
Three miles away there was a farm house with an old well.
The Darkness stirred with all her might. It filled with water. The water began to spark and crackle as life force made it stir. It was waking, elemental.
Hail fell into it, wtih the permafrost, with that came the memory of bones and blood that had given him a shape. Then the universe imagined him, remembered him.
"Oh!" The Universe said.
"Aha, I know!"
"You have all along..."The Darkness answered.
Then the Universe imagined what he would look like if time had kept on passing and he had kept on being.
A cry went up. A shout as loud as gunfire.
Sam Winchester's head broke the surface of the well. He gasped a heavy gasp of air, of life.
