It's... I can't remember the last time I heard somebody sound so fuckin' terrified. Dean, maybe, in that dream last Halloween, listening to him get torn to pieces and not being able to do a damn thing to help him. It makes my stomach churn, and I'm kneeling in the dirt on the edge of that cavernous mouth stretching out below me before I know it, sand and tiny pebbles sliding over the edge and disappearing into nothingness.

"Danny? Come on, somebody tell me what the fuck's goin' on!" I call, my voice cracking with panic that I can't seem to get a handle on.