His vision- though blurry, slowly returned to him and surrounding him were familiar, dark abysmal trees, their skeletal hands grasping for the heavens.
Towering terrains surrounded him and he heaved a sigh of relief.
He was finally back.
His hazy vision slowly started to clear and he could now hear the distant voice, with each breath of his, it was getting nearer and clearer.
"Dean. Dean.
...What's wrong?... What's wrong?"
Slowly, the owner of the voice began to break down.
"Please come back Dean... Please."
And then came-,
"AAARGH!!!!!!"
The loud piercing cry!
The cry elicited a sharp wave of pain within him.
Almost as though his heart was being tightly clutched.
...The owner of the voice seemed to be in despair and he could even feel the faint hint of something familiar seeping into the voice.
An emotion.
One he was eeriely familiar with.
Despair.
