Drunk!Dean fic
Holy crap, it's been a long time since I posted here (I think my last post was a catatonic!Dean fic for one of the memes roughly two years ago. Geez). Health issues have derailed my life and I stopped writing; been trying to get back into it, since I'm bedridden most of the time now and in need of comfort. *End of sob story*
Anyways, this is just a testing-the-waters, short, gen fic featuring a very drunk Dean, a protective Sam and a, well, Castiel-like Cas.
Summary: Gen, post-hell, so around late season four, minus the demon blood arc. Dean has been back a while, but that doesn't mean hell doesn't catch up with him sometimes. Sam and Cas deal as best they can.
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, angst; short, non-graphic reference to past torture.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, its characters, plot lines etc. belong to their awesome creators. I am only suggesting fun new ways in which those beloved characters could suffer even more.
Cas finds himself going stone still as Dean blinks hazily up at his brother, eyes bloodshot and unfocused.
"I c- - I can't do, do th- this anymore. Lemme go. I'm done, Sammy. O - - okay? Imma go, because, because - - "
Sam's own breath stutters as he waits. The room is silent, a distant siren the only interruption as the man in the bed struggles to find the words that elude him in coherence. Some things Dean can never say sober.
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Anyways, this is just a testing-the-waters, short, gen fic featuring a very drunk Dean, a protective Sam and a, well, Castiel-like Cas.
Summary: Gen, post-hell, so around late season four, minus the demon blood arc. Dean has been back a while, but that doesn't mean hell doesn't catch up with him sometimes. Sam and Cas deal as best they can.
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, angst; short, non-graphic reference to past torture.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, its characters, plot lines etc. belong to their awesome creators. I am only suggesting fun new ways in which those beloved characters could suffer even more.
Cas finds himself going stone still as Dean blinks hazily up at his brother, eyes bloodshot and unfocused.
"I c- - I can't do, do th- this anymore. Lemme go. I'm done, Sammy. O - - okay? Imma go, because, because - - "
Sam's own breath stutters as he waits. The room is silent, a distant siren the only interruption as the man in the bed struggles to find the words that elude him in coherence. Some things Dean can never say sober.
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