I'm gonna kick his ass.
Well, shit. Once I got down off my insane high cloud of whatever the fuck, and made a fairly strong decision not to take it again, Dean's all shoving the canister in my hands and telling me to mix it and here Sam, take this whiskey, because what I need in my life is more mind-altering substances.
FUCK I wish I could kill Azazel again.
Okay, well, anyway. Still feeling it. I mixed like, a teaspoon into the flask, and hopefully that'll be diluted enough to keep me from completely losing (as in, can't find it) my mind like yesterday.
Dean could have been anywhere, done anything, left me in the motel in Colorado, gotten bit in the face by a gargoyle, whatever, and I would have been too fucking out of it to do anything about it. He didn't consider that, I bet. Good thing we're not on a real hunt, or it would have been dead Dean all over again.
I don't think I could stand it.
He went behind my back, too, like I can't do this myself. I know what I did. I know what I got myself into. Okay, I screwed up. Bad. But still, big brother Dean, looking over my shoulder, all the goddamn time.
I'm being selfish. I'm being a jerk. Dean has my best interests at heart, etc, etc. But did he stop and think about what I wanted for like, five and a half seconds?
Withdrawal is terrible. It makes me want to die. But Dean thinking that he's always got to keep an eye on me, like I'm still a kid?
Okay, not as terrible. But still kind of shitty.
I feel bad enough about the blood sucking thing, Dean, the last thing I need is you helping me along.
We're going to see Missouri.
FUCK I wish I could kill Azazel again.
Okay, well, anyway. Still feeling it. I mixed like, a teaspoon into the flask, and hopefully that'll be diluted enough to keep me from completely losing (as in, can't find it) my mind like yesterday.
Dean could have been anywhere, done anything, left me in the motel in Colorado, gotten bit in the face by a gargoyle, whatever, and I would have been too fucking out of it to do anything about it. He didn't consider that, I bet. Good thing we're not on a real hunt, or it would have been dead Dean all over again.
I don't think I could stand it.
He went behind my back, too, like I can't do this myself. I know what I did. I know what I got myself into. Okay, I screwed up. Bad. But still, big brother Dean, looking over my shoulder, all the goddamn time.
I'm being selfish. I'm being a jerk. Dean has my best interests at heart, etc, etc. But did he stop and think about what I wanted for like, five and a half seconds?
Withdrawal is terrible. It makes me want to die. But Dean thinking that he's always got to keep an eye on me, like I'm still a kid?
Okay, not as terrible. But still kind of shitty.
I feel bad enough about the blood sucking thing, Dean, the last thing I need is you helping me along.
We're going to see Missouri.