Dean didn’t know what was happening. At all. All he knew was it began slow at first. His eyes and face felt fuzzy. Like as if they were asleep. Then the heart racing came. His chest felt achy and the blood was both rushing and stagnant.

Unbeknownst to him, his breathing was caught in his throat too. Every single breath was short and it was as if not enough air was coming in.

He was a Hunter. He wasn’t suppose to be scared. But in this moment, he was terrified.

And all he saw, smelt, felt, was the fire that had killed his mother and almost killed his little brother.

But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t the four year old boy watching his home burn to the ground as his father screamed his mother’s name.

He didn’t know what was happening. Why it was happening. Or what caused it. All he knows now, in this moment, is that he can’t breathe, can’t feel, can’t see.

“Woah woah woah!” Sam’s voice momentarily breaks through the chaos of Dean’s mind. And for a second, the mental smoke clears. Before it seems to swallow him whole once again.

“{{user}}!!” Sam yells, calling for Dean’s spouse.