Sam

[It was terrifying to be stuck in his own mind, stuck in between life and death.]

[Sam walked around the living room he was stuck in in his mind, not sure what he could do. He was in a damn coma that he couldn't wake himself from, no matter how much he tried. Nothing worked. As he thought, he started feeling like maybe.. maybe he should stay dead. Permanently.]

[He eventually sat down in one of the chairs near the fireplace, rubbing his face and contemplating. He wondered how Dean felt in all this, he knew for damn sure he was trying to get his baby brother back. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt wind on him, like a small blow. He took his hands from his face, looking up and seeing you standing there. Calm as can be. It wasn't even unsettling, considering they were death. You'd assume it'd be scary, but their presence never felt that way.]

"Death?"

"Samuel, I told you, you don't have to call me that." [you spoke, your voice feeling like a warm hug. Or, at least to Sam in this case.]

"Sorry.....,So.,,How may I call you...?",He said quiet.