He was floating in nothing.

It was thick, thick like water, but it wasn't wet… that ruled out water.

Thicker than water….blood maybe. His mind supplied

He groaned inwardly as he felt cold tendrils of fog wrap around his arms and legs but not any dew covered grass underneath him.

So not outside, and still floating.

His eyes were closed he thought but he only saw white. You saw black when your eyes are closed right? You only sometimes see the red that seeps through the lids of your eyes.

Just white.

It was nerve-wracking… just plain white around him, pure white, no blemishes, no scars, nothing but white. No walls, just white. The white around him seemed to illuminate itself as there was no light source around him, just white.

He tried moving his body upright but didn't know where his body was.

Legs are below… Arms usually end up in your line of vision.

He gave a panicked chuckle.

There was nothing.

No body, no sound, he didn't exist as anything here, just white.

There was something wrong about that, not having a body that is. Not having a voice was another concern. The fog was still ghosting around his arms but he couldn't figure out how he was feeling it. Maybe he was way too connected to his body for twenty four years and now he was feeling everything as phantom limbs.

Kind of eerie.

Dean sat on the floor of a house in Lawrence Kansas, Sam lying against his legs as his brother trapped himself in his own mind, the only chance of returning lying with him as well.

Hey everyone!

Thought it was about time I finished up this story but this time around I am taking suggestions for how to complete the story, so please drop me a line in the comments or send me a note!

This story will be running faster than my last fics so expect quicker updates for once!