This is the post where you can submit prompts for Writing Between the Lines: A Dean-focused hurt/comfort fic challenge, which is not a regular fic challenge! You can find out more about it HERE.
He drinks the whiskey morning and night because it’s the only thing that helps.
Scratch that, Dean thinks blearily, as he pours himself another glass. Nothing helps. But it’s the only thing that he can get down and keep down. Not that he’s tried much else, but what he has tried has come right back up and what the fuck ever, that’s fine, Dean doesn’t need to eat anyway.
He’s been sitting with his father’s body for nearly two days now, only agreeing to leave for short periods of time if Bobby comes and spells him for a bit. “Should get going on the -- ceremony,” Bobby had said, after the first twenty-four hours had passed. “Unless you think we should bring him somewhere else.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean had answered. And it doesn’t. Wherever they decide to burn him makes no difference.
Really, Dean thinks, in the long run nothing ever makes a fucking difference.
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This is an from an old prompt I found here on hoodie_time that had to do with Sam coming from Stanford because John had died and he and Dean need to take care of things. I stuck Bobby in there, so I must have it as really AU, LOL. . .I have a lot more written but I can't seem to get at it, and grief-stricken!Dean! is a particular fave of mine -- whoever would like to bring this to fruition, I'll be eternally grateful. . .
(hope I did this right, if not get rid of it). . .
Scratch that, Dean thinks blearily, as he pours himself another glass. Nothing helps. But it’s the only thing that he can get down and keep down. Not that he’s tried much else, but what he has tried has come right back up and what the fuck ever, that’s fine, Dean doesn’t need to eat anyway.
He’s been sitting with his father’s body for nearly two days now, only agreeing to leave for short periods of time if Bobby comes and spells him for a bit. “Should get going on the -- ceremony,” Bobby had said, after the first twenty-four hours had passed. “Unless you think we should bring him somewhere else.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean had answered. And it doesn’t. Wherever they decide to burn him makes no difference.
Really, Dean thinks, in the long run nothing ever makes a fucking difference.
**************
This is an from an old prompt I found here on hoodie_time that had to do with Sam coming from Stanford because John had died and he and Dean need to take care of things. I stuck Bobby in there, so I must have it as really AU, LOL. . .I have a lot more written but I can't seem to get at it, and grief-stricken!Dean! is a particular fave of mine -- whoever would like to bring this to fruition, I'll be eternally grateful. . .
(hope I did this right, if not get rid of it). . .
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