Dean's Apartment - Carriage House - Wednesday Afternoon
Sam was drunk again.
Or still drunk. Hard to say, really.
The days were blurring together. He remembered helping Meg move into the apartment they were supposed to share. Remembered her crying when he told her he wasn't going to live there for her own good. Vaguely remembered showing up for work yesterday and taking advantage of the booze.
Speaking of booze, he opened the bottle of Jack Daniels he had appropriated from the bar and poured himself another shot.
[Sam is... not in a good place right now for obvious reasons. Post can be open to anyone who has a reason to knock on the door of Dean's apartment, but interaction with him will likely be unpleasant, fair warning.]
Or still drunk. Hard to say, really.
The days were blurring together. He remembered helping Meg move into the apartment they were supposed to share. Remembered her crying when he told her he wasn't going to live there for her own good. Vaguely remembered showing up for work yesterday and taking advantage of the booze.
Speaking of booze, he opened the bottle of Jack Daniels he had appropriated from the bar and poured himself another shot.
[Sam is... not in a good place right now for obvious reasons. Post can be open to anyone who has a reason to knock on the door of Dean's apartment, but interaction with him will likely be unpleasant, fair warning.]