Dean is dreaming. (Is he?)

The darkness that surrounds him has consumed his whole being, seeping through every fiber of his body. (Has it?)

It fills up every space. (Does it?)

The darkness is darker than the blackest black. Like every single photon has been swallowed by it. Or maybe there has never been any light to begin with. (He doesn't know.)

His body is completely still: no heartbeat, no expanding lungs, no rush of red, hot blood through his veins, no sensation in his skin, no hearing, no eyesight. (Are his eyes even open?)

His body is completely still, but he feels. And what he feels is a terror. (Why?)

The question is why, but he can't remember anything. The darkness has taken everything away. Swallowed it all. (Really?)

He tries to take a breath, but nothing happens, no rush of oxygen. (Of course.)

The terror claws at him, but it can't reach him, its sharp paws scratching an invisible surface. (It doesn't hurt.)

Again, and again, and again. Nails going over an invisible surface that isn't even there. (Maybe.)

It gets more and more restless. More and more desperation fills the never-ending blackness. (Don't!)

The clawing becomes so desperate it nearly makes a sound in the completely still limitlessness around him. (How?)

Then; everything breaks. Shattered tiny pieces reflecting the bluest blue, and his eyes snap open.

The blue effulgence pierces through him. It pierces through his body—through his soul.

A sizzling power annihilates the darkness, it gets devoured by the dazzling light. (It hurts.)

And the terror slams into him. (It's Unbearable.)

His heart begins to beat, lungs begin to expand, red, hot blood begins to rush.

He screams, eyes wide open.

He makes no sound.

I tried to capture Dean's terror with this piece, hope this is alright!

Not beta'd. All the mistakes are mine.

Hope you enjoy!