Who: Sam Winchester and Ruby
What: Sam is drunk and mopey
When: Saturday night, late
Where: Their room.
Notes: Spoilers for the season of SPN so far.
Sam was pretty sure he was pretty drunk. The bottle of whiskey he'd asked the castle for was about halfway empty, and there was some warning bell in the back of his mind that was saying that he should probably stop, but he really didn't feel like stopping. Alcohol poisoning sounded like a pretty easy way to take himself out of the picture.
The hits just seemed to keep on coming. He couldn't win when it came to the world. No matter what he tried to do, how he tried to make things better, he always found himself being sucked back under again. He was starting to wonder why he even bothered. Why someone didn't just take him out already and finish the job, so right now, he was contemplating doing the job for them. Here, in the castle, might not be the best place to do it, given the fact that he'd just be back in two weeks anyway. So killing himself was pointless.
But not feeling anything? At least that he could do.