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Silent.
The coffin is silent.The ocean is silent, save for the constant hum of pressure, which is almost worse.
Dean keeps his eyes shut. He breathes, tells himself he's gotta get used to this, he's gotta breathe, he's gotta calm down. But still he trembles, because the concept of forever—it's only this now.
This prison.Nobody's fault but his own.
Dean thought he could do this. But it's been barely a week and he's panicking. He's breathing, or at least he thinks he is, but no air is filling his lungs. He's just gasping uselessly, heart pounding too fast, mind scrubbed of everything except fear. Maybe there’s no air left at all.
Dean's phone is dead now, though he'd conserved it for as long as he could. It's so dark and so small in here, too small, and he's trapped, trapped forever in here.