Character: Sam (Gen, Angst)
Summary: It was dark, always dark—just like the last time.
Author's Notes: Written for the 10-character/15-word meme (the "Horror" prompt), but I think this makes a nice standalone as well.
It was dark, always night-black shifting-shadow dark. Sam remembered from the last time, though he had no reason to think he'd been here before.
No reason for being scared either—though logic didn't enter into it—but something was wrong and he couldn't tell what.
"Dean," he called softly, wondering if they'd split up so they could look around separately. Why couldn't he remember? Was this a case or something else?
He moved ahead, feet verifying the floor and hands out front to check for obstacles or clues. "Dean!"
The faintest answer found him, as his own name echoed weakly from up ahead. "Sam…"
Sam moved faster, scrambling and shuffling toward the sound of that voice.
His hands struck something solid, just as a faint light seeped in through cracks that formed the shape of a door. He felt across the surface, looking for a latch or a doorknob until—
Heaving the door open, he brought himself up short, fighting for balance. There was nothing outside but empty space, the vastness of it yawning out below him.
There, twenty feet down—now thirty, forty—Sam could only watch in utter helplessness as Dean kept falling farther away from him. "Dean!" he begged, desperately hoping that someone was listening, or even something. Sam would have bargained just about anything then to save his brother. All he needed was the chance.
He woke from a sweat-drenched sleep, heart pounding enough to fill the silence of the motel room.
Two months, one week, and three days since the Hellhounds came for Dean.
Sam was alone.
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