You couldn't breathe. All you could feel was the cold firm hand on top of your head, pushing you under water. It was a ghost. Another problem was that you were currently really weak and just couldn't swim pretty well in general. You felt a sharp burning in your lungs and thought everything was over.

Suddenly the hand on your head disappeared but you were already too weak to do anything to get back up. Suddenly you felt some strong arms gently wrapping around your waist and starting to pull you up. That was the last thing you felt.

Sam gasped for air as he came back up with you in his arms. He swam over to Dean at the edge of the deep pool and carefully put you onto the floor, before climbing out of the water aswell. Dean crouched down next to you and carefully rolled back your soaked sleeve to check for a pulse.

A dripping Sam, still breating slightly heavier watches him, looking very nervous. His eyes were full of fear as he waited for anything. Any reaction from you or Dean.