All The Right Pills

by demonXchildXangelsXsoul

Sam is happily married to Amberlynn Chase and has two kids, with another on the way. But when Amber's mental instability starts to return, can he and his family keep her from falling into the darkness in her mind? Amber is an OC I created, she and the children are the only things that belong to me here. / STORY IS NOW BEING RESTARTED AND REWRITTEN

1. Chapter 1

Crazy: Adjective~ Mentally deranged.

Amberlynn Elizabeth Winchester was crazy; there was no other way to say it. What else is a person who couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't? And that was a problem that made life very hard for the people in her life, and for her. Sometimes she knew that there was no such thing as monsters, and that she was an almost perfectly normal young woman. Other time, she wasn't so lucky. In those "other" times, she was convinced that she was a hunter. And not the kind that hunts deer or animals of that sort, but one that hunted things that should remain in the horror stories of Hollywood and campfires.

It was raining outside, although raining was an understatement at this point. It was pouring, the sky dark with the heavy rain clouds. The darkness was only brightened by the seconds of lightning that barely came before the thunder. Amber was pacing back and forth in the living room, biting on her thumbnail. Storms made her nervous; they made her think about when she was a child…and about the night where her father attempted to kill her. Of course, a part of her brain was attempting to tell her that she was safe, and that her father couldn't get to her. She was safe in her house, while he was trapped behind bars in a prison on the charge of attempted murder. But, this was one of those times where her rational mind couldn't over power the fear and the shadows that were always lurking on the edges of her sanity. This was one of those times where everything around her seemed to something that could cause her harm.

Amber couldn't remember if she was in the house alone, or if her husband was there with her. It was hard for her to remember anything when panic jumbled her brain to the point that it was hard for her to remember what year she was in. Shaking, she sat down on the couch, trying not to panic. The rational part of her brain was terrified of another black out; of yet another extended period where her entire family looked at her like she was a bomb about to go off. So, she tried to hold on to reality, but as a loud crash of thunder seemed to rock the house, Amber screamed, holding her head.

The scream alerted the other members of the household to the issue that was brewing in the living room. Amber's husband quickly padded downstairs, worried for his wife. Sam Winchester's hazel eyes were clouded with worry and slight fear. "Ber?" he called out in a gentle voice as he reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner to the living room from the entryway stairs.

Amber was curled up on the floor, holding her head and repeating, "It's not real." Sam quickly came over to her, wrapping his arms around her and getting her to sit up. Amber's head fell against his shoulder, as she continued to repeat that what she was seeing and feeling wasn't real, and this worried Sam.

"Amber. Hey, Amber, look at me. You're alright. You're ok, I'm right here. This is real, I'm real." Sam hugged her tightly, rocking slightly. Normally, when he did this, it would help calm her down, but each time she got this way it worried him more and more, that she would fall back into the delusion that he worked so hard to keep her out of.

Amber looked up at Sam with tears in her eyes; everything was hazy in her head, making it hard for her to hear what Sam was saying. However, she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was trying to make her feel safe. And when she was in his arms, she did feel a little better. Sam lifted her up, cradling her to him as he walked up the stairs to their room. He prayed that nothing would happen this time; that once the storm stopped Amber would regain her grasp on what was real and what wasn't. Sam laid her on the bed, and then covered her with the blankets. "Go to sleep, Ber. I'll be right here when you wake up."

She nodded, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep to let her hide from the fake memories and monsters that plagued her mind. After a few minutes, her breathing slowed and evened out, letting Sam know that Amber was fast asleep. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Once the person on the other side answered, he simply stated, "Hey, we might have a problem."