𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[59] what a shame she went mad

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE:
WHAT A SHAME SHE WENT MAD
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TIME BECAME AN ILLUSION, Selene hadn't even realized that two weeks passed until Dean mentioned it. Being haunted by her own mind has truly started to take its effect on her, she was questioning every second of her reality. She wasn't sure when she was sleeping, if she was awake, she couldn't tell what was real or wasn't.

The past two weeks had been a complete and utter hell, she sees things that aren't there. Watches Sam and Dean die over and over everyday without being able to stop it, just this morning they were driving down the road—when Dean was forced to serve into a ditch. Selene was stuck upside down, bleeding out in pain while all she could do was watch as Sam and Dean take their final breath.

She doesn't trust reality anymore, life has blended into insanity. Reality has lost all concept and meaning. Selene was starting to come undone—the Witch was winning.

"What are we gonna do about her?" Dean questioned, glancing over at his wife in the backseat of the Impala. Sam and Dean were standing inside the gas station, grabbing a few snacks for the road but also needing a moment to discuss the problem at hand. That problem being Selene Winchester.

Selene had been constantly zoning out and would snap out of it shaking and crying, sometimes she'd be talking to herself—screaming even. A few nights ago, Dean woke up in the middle of the night to Selene strangling him. It took Sam prying her off and holding her down to get her to stop.

She's becoming a danger to herself and to others, they've resorted to having to cuff her to the bed. They didn't want to, but Selene practically put the handcuffs on herself—refusing to allow herself to hurt them again. Not only that, but it was to protect herself. It's gotten so bad that a couple nights ago, Selene had locked herself in the bathroom, knife in hand ready to cut her own throat to stop the suffering. It was getting to the point where they weren't sure when it was their Selene or the Witch forcing her.

It's why during the day, they kept her locked in the backseat of the Impala, that way she won't somehow end up running into on coming traffic—again.

"I don't know," Sam replied, rubbing a tired hand over his face. He hadn't slept, the brothers took turns watching over her while she slept, incase she tried to take a knife to the heart. They were both on the verge of sleep deprivation.

Frustratedly Dean groaned loudly, just before knocking over a rack of sunglasses. They fell to the ground, some broke and the others scattered throughout the floor. The man working at the cashier yelled at them, Sam had to talk him down from calling the police. As Dean just couldn't care less.

"We'll figure it out," Sam tried to reassure his brother, not wanting him to go over the edge just yet. Even though they were up to their necks in reasons to worry. Sam just knew that they couldn't all be spiralling, one of them had to be strong. Right now, it seemed it had to be him.

"Really, how? Because my wife has tried to kill herself and us about a dozen times this week alone." Dean spoke, a little too loud as people nearby started to look at them confused and even concerned. Dean's little fit didn't help either. Yet, he wasn't done as he added, "So tell me, genius, what are your bright ideas?"

Sam opened his mouth, but no bright idea came out of him, instead all he could suggest was, "We go to Bobby's," It felt childish coming out, they run into a problem and they go running back to the old man. But what else could they do right now?