A/N: Hello dear readers, this is a homework assignment for my creative writing class and thought I would share it with you guys. It's short and sweet. Thank you for deciding to read it. Would love to get a review/comment from you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own. NC

Come Back

Alertness came back to him slowly and the young man rolled over and stood. Wherever he was, was dark, darker than the blackest of ebony nights. No moon, no stars, no reflection, no light anywhere to be seen, only a colorless void. Was he blind? How did he get here and where was here. Panic started to set in, but he shoved it away knowing it would not do him any good to lose it. It would not help the situation. He searched his pockets and found a small light and turned it on, but the weak beam couldn't penetrate the darkness no more than a foot in front of him.

The air was heavy and pressed in on his body making it hard to breathe. Carefully he took a step forward with his hand out trying to feel for anything in front of him. He slid his feet for fear of falling over something unseen. The icy tentacles of the darkness caressed his skin like the fingers of long forgotten ghosts trying to pull him down and send cold chills down his back making him tremble.

With each shuffled step, the young man moved, hoping to find anything in this nightmare place that would lead him out of here. It was as if time did not exist here and no matter what he did he stayed in the same place, trapped and losing his mind. His brain felt scrambled and full of fog, so muddled he could barely think straight.

He finally stopped trying to walk and stood there using all his senses to determine his next move. He couldn't see, his breathing was labored with the heaviness of the air, the smell was off, it tasted bitter, the feel was coldness, and he couldn't hear anything but a soft roaring in his ears like he was in a tunnel.

Was he alone in this place or was there something here with him, hiding in this darkness, just waiting for the right moment to attack. Was his imagination getting the best of him? Knowing it wouldn't do any good to stand there, he began to walk forward trying to use the weak beam of light as a guide. How long had he been walking; he didn't know.

Without warning a strange noise in the distance caught his attention. Straining to hear it again and try to pinpoint where it came from, the young man leaned forward and cocked his head. He waited. Did he imagine it? Was his muddled mind playing tricks with him? There! There it was again, so faint and far away. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was a dull sound that didn't carry like an echo. This place seemed vast and unending with no barriers that he could find. The only thing he was sure of was it had a floor, at least he hoped it was a floor.

There was no way to tell if he was going in the right direction, but he knew he had to get moving. Adrenaline rushed throughout his body making him move faster. A tingling sensation ran down every nerve in his body. His balance was off, so he had to be careful not to fall. Getting hurt here would not be a good idea, he thought to himself.

Without any warning, a jolt of electricity surged through his body making him cry out as his body stiffened and jerked uncontrollably for a few seconds. He tried to get his breath when another jolt raced through him dropping him to one knee. He was panting hard as he pressed a hand to the floor for support. What just happened to him? What could have caused that? Had he stepped on some unseen button? He had no idea but hoped it didn't happen again.

Suddenly what sounded like a voice called out ahead of him and he jerked his head up searching for the source. After standing on wobbly legs, he forced his trembling body forward again. A wisp of hope filled his mind that somewhere there was a way out of here and he needed to keep moving.

There it was again, and it sounded like two words being spoken, 'Come back'. Come back? Come back from where? Here? Was someone calling him?

"Hello," he called out, his voice sounding lifeless and leaden. "Is anyone there?" he tried again. After listening for a response, but not getting one, he tried one more time. "Hello! Can anyone hear me!" he yelled in frustration and in fright. Why was this happening to him?

He bowed his head in defeat and drew in a deep breath of the stale air. Was he going to die in this place? Was anyone even looking for him? There was something he had forgotten that drifted just out of his reach. The harder he tried to remember the farther it seemed to move away. He finally gave up trying and concentrated on moving again. He couldn't give up. He had to find a way out.

A sliver of weak light suddenly appeared ahead of him making him falter as he squinted his eyes to be sure he was seeing it. It looked miles away but he couldn't be sure. With the last of his strength, he trudged toward it, never taking his eyes off the prize. He had to get there because it might be his only way to escape.

As he drew closer, the going seemed to get harder. It was like an invisible force was pulling him backward with each step he took. His body finally gave out and he stumbled and dropped to the floor on his hands and knees. Beathing was getting harder, but he would not give up. He began to crawl toward the dim light thinking if he could just touch it and things would be okay.

His hand stretched in front of him, and he prayed as it came in touch with a corner of the brightness. A warmness began to spread through his body and suddenly he gasped for air and tried to sit up. A mask was put over his face and he breathed in the pure, cool oxygen for a moment before knocking it away.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," a familiar voice spoke gently to him. He pressed a hand into his brother's chest to keep him from sitting up. "It's okay," he repeated.

When it seemed like his brother didn't hear him, Sam took his hand and cupped his cheek to turn his head so he could see him.

"Dean, you're okay. You came back to me," he spoke in a calm, slow voice as he smiled at his brother.

Dean blinked his eyes rapidly and tried to focus on the voice. He looked up at the shaggy haired man leaning toward him and tried to get his mind to work.

"S'mmy," Dean croaked in a hoarse, raspy voice. His mouth and throat were so dry he could barely talk.

"Hold on," Sam told him. "Here, this might help." Sam slipped a chip of ice into Dean's mouth and waited.

Dean felt the coldness of the chip and let it melt, relishing the wetness. He opened his eyes and mouth at the same time wanting another piece, which Sam complied, and gave him a couple more chips.

"Man, Dean, you had me worried. I thought I had lost you. Your heart stopped twice, and they had to shock you to get it beating again. They got you stabilized but you were still unconscious and I…" Sam rambled until he had to stop to breath. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at his brother's face as he realized how close he came to losing him.

"What happened?" Dean asked in a weak, strained voice.

"You don't remember the hunt?" Sam asked in a low voice, looking around to be sure no one was close to hear.

"Not coming back," Dean mumbled working hard on keeping his eyes open.

"You need to rest bro. We can talk later," Sam assured him squeezing his hand. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Dean nodded slightly as he let his eyes close and could feel his brother's touch as he rubbed his arm. Things would be better when he woke. He was out of the void. He was safe. He was okay.

The End