Dean felt like he had a very long dream.
But when he woke up, he could not remember his dream at all.
Feeling the cold air around him, he subconsciously curled up into a ball and held his hands together.
"Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded like it was penetrating through time.
Dean was shocked. This familiar voice reminded him of the long-lost feeling of being woken up by his mother when he was a child. He could not help but open his eyes, but instead of the warm bed and the sunshine passing through the window like his memory, he saw darkness.
He blinked a bit, adjusting to the darkness, and soon saw the ring of ice in the darkness.
He immediately came to his senses.
"Are you feeling better?" The gentle voice sounded again from his side.
