[ The barking reply is sharp and full of emotion, like Blake's trying to save a thousand lives, not just one. He stretches another length or two, but it's never going to be enough. Every inch he gains, Dean feels farther away in exactly equal amounts, just enough out of reach that Blake can't imagine closing the divide.
If he could just make the connection, maybe he could pull them all out. If he could only reach the fingers outstretched to him he could hold on for dear life and tug one after another after another after another from the mass grave where they've been trapped far too long.
There's a rustling, then — fabric being balled up in large hands — and Blake struggles like an animal fighting for its life. He snarls and flails fists, his whole body being used to try to escape the looming figure. ]
No! No!!
[ His cries are more desperate, like he's trying to get back to that opening. But he's lifted away and the shadowy figure returning in his place is larger than life. ]
This is your reckoning.
[ The voice comes from everywhere, like it reverberates through the walls, the air, every person and place. It's both painfully familiar but entirely and impossibly all-encompassing and vague all at once. ]
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[ The barking reply is sharp and full of emotion, like Blake's trying to save a thousand lives, not just one. He stretches another length or two, but it's never going to be enough. Every inch he gains, Dean feels farther away in exactly equal amounts, just enough out of reach that Blake can't imagine closing the divide.
If he could just make the connection, maybe he could pull them all out. If he could only reach the fingers outstretched to him he could hold on for dear life and tug one after another after another after another from the mass grave where they've been trapped far too long.
There's a rustling, then — fabric being balled up in large hands — and Blake struggles like an animal fighting for its life. He snarls and flails fists, his whole body being used to try to escape the looming figure. ]
No! No!!
[ His cries are more desperate, like he's trying to get back to that opening. But he's lifted away and the shadowy figure returning in his place is larger than life. ]
This is your reckoning.
[ The voice comes from everywhere, like it reverberates through the walls, the air, every person and place. It's both painfully familiar but entirely and impossibly all-encompassing and vague all at once. ]