Chapter 3
It had been terrifying, First, Sam couldn't breath, then everything went black. He had put up a fight, though. When Sam saw flames and sparks from behind, he knew that Dean had succeeded in burning the corpse. This joyous feeling was the last thing Sam felt before drifting into the even blackier blackness of unconsciousness.
The whole sensation was strange. First, Sam didn't know he wasn't breathing. It all felt like that layer of consciousness between awake and asleep. He could think, but it wasn't whole thoughts; just snips. 'Dean' went through his head a lot. The limp feeling of drifing to the pond bottom was replaced by a firm grasp adn then a solid structure. It was all very relaxing. Sam just wanted to leave the stress of the situation and drift deeper into sleep…
Then he was being inflated. Weird. And compressed. Weirder. Something did feel different. It was like breath was being pushed into him, but that couldn't be right. He was already breathing. Wasn't he? 'Of course I'm breathing,' Sam thought. 'How else am I alive?'
The young man drifted deeper into sleep. Ow. Something was pounding on his chest. A spark flew up Sam's spine and up into his half-conscious brain. His back arched in shock and then relaxed.
"Ow-" was all Sam got out, not even the 'ow' he intended. Suddenly, he was burning. His brain, lungs, and chest were all on fire. Water errupted from his stomach, coming up form the lungs. Sammy was a fountain. He could barely take a breath, as water spilled out. Hands yanked him up and turned him onto his side. This position was better, as he oculd now breath a bit.
All of this was a shock; the weirdest dream ever. Slowly, with heart racing, Sam drifted back into the cushion of unconsciousness.