It's Enough
It's Enough
Title: It's Enough
Author: Sagaluthien
Fandom/paring: SPN, Dean, Sam
Prompt; from Comment fic,Supernatural, Dean(/any), he just wants to rest, wished by drabblewriter
Rating, warning: NC-17, drinking
Beta: Soar
Summary: Dean have reached the bottom.
There was only one thought in his head. Get drunk and get away from everything. He'd had enough. He didn't feel anything. He hated to not feel anything. He just wanted to rest.
Dean had bought two bottles of Jack Daniels and was determined that he would drink them both. He had driven away from the store, the motel, the town and Sam. He had found a good spot away from the road and parked there.
He played AC/DC and drank the Jack. At first he had liked the burn it gave him as it ran down his throat to his stomach, but it numbed him too quickly and then even that feeling went away. He didn't get any comfort from the music so he drank more.
Dean was quite out of it and much closer to where he wanted to be, a numbness where nothing mattered. His reactions were a lot slower but he just did not care any more.
As though from far away, he felt someone snatch the bottle from him. He thought that he heard Sam saying something about it being enough. He tried to fight, but lost. Actually he lost all the battles.
In a split second he thought he could finally rest.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~
Title: It's Enough
Author: Sagaluthien
Fandom/paring: SPN, Dean, Sam
Prompt; from Comment fic,Supernatural, Dean(/any), he just wants to rest, wished by drabblewriter
Rating, warning: NC-17, drinking
Beta: Soar
Summary: Dean have reached the bottom.
There was only one thought in his head. Get drunk and get away from everything. He'd had enough. He didn't feel anything. He hated to not feel anything. He just wanted to rest.
Dean had bought two bottles of Jack Daniels and was determined that he would drink them both. He had driven away from the store, the motel, the town and Sam. He had found a good spot away from the road and parked there.
He played AC/DC and drank the Jack. At first he had liked the burn it gave him as it ran down his throat to his stomach, but it numbed him too quickly and then even that feeling went away. He didn't get any comfort from the music so he drank more.
Dean was quite out of it and much closer to where he wanted to be, a numbness where nothing mattered. His reactions were a lot slower but he just did not care any more.
As though from far away, he felt someone snatch the bottle from him. He thought that he heard Sam saying something about it being enough. He tried to fight, but lost. Actually he lost all the battles.
In a split second he thought he could finally rest.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~