Sam:
The door I went through, shows me a room full of fire.
I'm burning.
I'm in a cell.
I stepped into my worst nightmare.
I'm in Hell. It's hot, it's dark.
"It's just a bad dream, Sam," I tell myself, but the pain that the fire inflicts feels very real. It hurts way more than when a demon Dean was slicing my head off of my body.
I hear women and men screaming and shrieking in the hall that I'm facing.
A man in black slowly walks up to my cell.
"Well, well, well," a man with an English accent says. "If it isn't my favorite Winchester."
I sigh.
"Crowley, why are you in my biggest nightmare? You're not creepy at all," I say and Crowley steps into the light that comes off the burning flames.
"What? I'm the most creepy thing you've ever seen!"
Really, this is so Crowley, no questions about the nightmare but a direct reaction on me saying a "bad" thing about him.
Then Crowley snaps his fingers and disappears.
Lucifer appears in front of me. He's in my cell and I step back.
"Sammy, my boy!" Lucifer laughs. "Do you want to leave this nightmare, Sam?"
A scary smile is on his face and I don't know what to say.
"I can help you," he chuckles.
"Yes, I want to…"
"Yes?"
"Yes, I would like to leave Hell."
"Okay!"
Lucifer opens his mouth and a black smoke leaves his body. The black smoke enters my mouth and I start to yell.
A mirror apears in front of me and shows me my own body as a meat suit for this evil, sick, fallen Angel. My eyes turn black and I get sucked into the darkness again.
Four doors are left, but I can't open one anymore.
I've seen too much of myself dying in a horrible way or myself not being me in a creepy way.
I'm just going to wait here in the darkness.
Staring at the light that the doors give me.
I close my eyes and everything is black again.