Interlude Three
Dean
There's something wrong here. You feel it the second it comes, the second presence that joins your Hell. It doesn't belong…shouldn't be there…but you can't make it go away. The presence stays even through the icy waves of agony that wash through your soul, clinging to you. You can't shake him off. Can't get him to leave even though you want him to. Whoever it is doesn't belong there. No one belongs there but you. This is your mind, your private Hell. No one should be here. But the presence doesn't listen. It stays, clinging stubbornly to you and you finally give up on shaking it off. You're too weak and the pain is too much. Fighting isn't worth it. Not anymore.
In the beginning, you fought with everything you had. Giving up wasn't an option then. Now, though, you'd lost the will to fight. It was useless to fight against yourself anyways, you told yourself. The pain wasn't as bad either. It hurt, yes, but not as bad as it did when you struggled. Who were you struggling against anyways? Yourself. And you'd long ago learned that fighting yourself wasn't the smartest option. Sammy woulda killed you for giving up like you did but a mixture of time and pain and anger wore down your resolve and you have nothing left. No strength. Nothing. You're barely even alive now. Barely human.