He Did It! He succeeded.

By his twentieth reset- going through an unending cycle of agony, pain, frustration, despair even. Dean seemed to have grown taller, his misty blue eyes had turned sharper. His eyes had become icy cold, his gaunt toned body had boldened up a little.

This was his third shot at this. And yet he still couldn't get through it.

Exhaling sharply, he took in a deep breath before dashing forth.

He made a fast sprint to the left, he felt a cold piercing wind to his left and then he ducked.

A sharp icy dark spear suddenly shot past him, scraping past his long hair as it drilled itself into the eerie dark wall.

The endless darkness spread far and wide, yet Dean could still see.

Albeit barely, it was more than enough.

He took another step forward, like a seasoned warrior, each movement precise and deliberate. He found his way through the spiraling spears.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a cold pressure overwhelming him from all sides. He immediately rolled to his left, heaving a sigh of relief as multiple spears shot from beneath his previous spot.

Piercing through the air with a cold, terrifying vigor which he didn't doubt would rip him apart in a single breath.

Glancing ahead of him, he could see the door before him.

The eerie dark door beaconing for him to head its way.

But to get there, he had to pass through this whirlwind of icy spears.

Taking a deep breath, he dashed forth, shards of stones hurtling into the space behind him. His body moved with practiced precision, twisting and turning, he dodged the spears- the cold shafts of death, headed his way.

He knew he couldn't afford to get hit. One hit and it was all over. And even if he somehow miraculously managed to survive. There was still that damn supernatural creature. Always drawn towards the scent of blood. This, he had found out about the hard way. And he definitely didn't plan on encountering it again.

With clenched hands and hardened resolve, a flash of determination flashed across his eyes as he darted forward. Running with every ounce of strength contained within him, two spiralling spears suddenly surged from both sides of the wall.

Dean's heart surged to his throat, eyes shrinking in shock, fear even.

The cold grip of fear tightening around him.

Yet he was quick to regain his calm, smashing his legs against the ground. He propelled himself forward, rolling on the cobblestones beneath him, tumbling hard and fast while groaning in pain.

Pain tore through his flesh, agony rippling through his skin as his body smashed and smashed against the hardened cobblestone beneath him.

He forced himself to come to a stop.

Panting heavily, he could see the door in sight.

He was just a few feet away from it.

He knew this was the moment of truth. The moment that would decide it all. He had to be extremely careful here.

For one cut was all it takes to be sent into the cold, warm embrace of death.

Remembering his encounters with that cold, eerie strange warmth, Dean shivered subconsciously.

A chilling cold wind running down his spine, dread settling within him. His eyes flashed with fear, dread even for a second there.

Yet he gritted his teeth, and with clenched hands, he forced down his unease. He knew he wasn't attacked since he was in some sort of blue zone of the spears area of attacks.

But he knew the moment he took one more step.

Hurricanes.

Whirlwinds of cold, sharp spears would head his way.

Exhaling sharply, Dean got to his feet, his legs trembling lightly.

He could still vividly remember his encounters with the strange, horrifying supernatural creature.

It had literally ate him alive.

It ate him to the very core of his being.

From his flesh to his organs, livers, tendons, to chumping on his heart.

And he had somehow managed to live to watch it all happen.

Agony!

Pain unlike he had ever gone through had rippled through him.

Blood stained tears had streaked down the corner of his eyes and he had screamed his lungs out.

But to no avail.

No one was coming to safe him. No one would. In this cold world of desolation and endless darkness, Dean knew he had only himself.

And the earlier he accepted that, the better it's for him.

A flash of resolution swept across his eyes, and his mind ran into a frantic pace.

Various refined thoughts hitting against the walls of his mind.

Hitting fast and hard, brutal and unforgiving even.

He knew he had just ten seconds.

Ten precious seconds to cross the remaining distance without getting hit. But with such a distance between him and the door.

It seemed almost impossible to accomplish, especially considering the fact that he had to complete this without any scratch whatsoever.

I can do this.

Dean, you can do this.

The words echoed in his mind, a mantra against the creeping despair. He felt a strange warmth coursing through his body, and with clenched hands and hardened resolve, he bolted forth.

Moving through the dozens of spears as each only barely scraped past his tattered cloth, each one just a breath away from sending him to the cold icy depths of hell.

One scraped past his cheek, almost leaving that cold, bloody stain on it.

He had almost yelled in shock, knowing of the consequences.

But luckily, he hadn't sustained any injury.

He had quickly brushed it off, focusing on the task at hand.

He dashed to the left, a long eerie dark wind piercing through his previous spot.

Hitting the cobblestone beneath his previous position, sending shards of cobblestones into the air. His eyes flashed for a second there, making use of such a golden opportunity.

He had made a run for it.

The shards of cobblestones had blocked some of the spears and he had made great use of them by running along their line of path.

Although it seemed easy to do. It was nothing but easy.

He had to calculate the precise time, energy, strength, the power propelling the shards, how fast it was moving and so much more.

After going through various unending cycle of torments, agony, pain, frustration, despair even.

Dean's mind seemed to have grown. It had acclimated and adapted to his surroundings.

It wasn't easy, but here he was.

An example of what this harsh, and cruel environment could turn one into. He easily moved through the seemingly endless spears, the endless darkness reinforcing the cold dread that settled in his bones, the cold winds gnawing at his bones.

Weaving through the spears, Dean pushed his body beyond its limit.

Blood rushed to his head, and his vision blurred, but he kept going.

He had to.

The spears, like harbringers of death, grew more erratic, coming from all directions now. He had learned to expect the unexpected - the resets had taught him that.

Even so, when four spears came at him from all sides, his heart stopped!

In that split second, he realized: the resets never align perfectly.

There will always be some minor, inconsequential change that could turn up for the greater good or into something far worse than he could ever imagine.

He knew this, but he had struggled to accept it.

He didn't want to accept it.

This was the only advantage he had against the various supernatural creatures and forces that lurk within the depths of this cursed land.

So why should he throw it away?

Why should he cap it down?

'Why is life so unfair?'

He had screamed, yelled, cried even.

Yet that was the cold, harsh truth of the reality he had found himself in.

And he knew he had no choice but to accept it.

'Who was he to go against it?'

With a bitter resignation, Dean forced his body beyond its limit. And with a desperate shout, he threw himself forward, his legs burning as they smashed into the stone, sending shockwaves through his body.

The force propelled him into the air, a faint weak smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the various cold, frosty spears whizzed past his previous spot, barely missing him as they crashed into the ground with explosive force. Shards of cobblestones and icy sparks hurtling across the dark space.

Dean tumbled forward, crashing onto the ground with a loud thud, as his body slammed and crashed before smashing right into a door.

His body convulsed with pain as he hit the ground, coming to a stop. His eyes grew dizzy, and his arms felt weak.

He tried to say something, at least gasp for air, but he could do nothing.

Despair crept in, dread settling in his bones.

The cold, almost familiar cold grasp of death slowly encroached closer.

The endless darkness slowly crept into his subconsciousness. Yet amidst this great sense of despair, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of Dean's lips.

He had succeeded.

He completed the trial- He did it!

He didn't know what the future has got in store for him, but for now. He knew every achievement, each single victory must be cherished, else he would eventually fall into an abyss of unending despair and desperation.

The darkness finally overwhelmed his mind completely as the world around him turned into a blur.

There and then, the endless darkness swallowed him whole!