The Only Prescription
Title: The Only Prescription
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Sam
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #20, Thirst
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: That’s not really what it meant.
It’s not like there wasn’t a list of drinks he could choose from. There was juice and bottled water in the mini-fridge by the cabinet. Outside stood a Coke machine where he could grab himself a soda or a Powerade in exchange for a few quarters.
Dean was thirsty. But not really. His throat wasn’t parched, his lips weren’t dry. But he was shaking, hands trembling out of his control. His head throbbed relentlessly and he felt restless, anxious…overwhelmed by this thirst.
He needed a drink. He tried telling himself he wanted a drink. The truth, as far as his body was concerned, was that he needed a drink. A few swigs of whiskey straight from the bottle. Hell, he’d even settle for a few cans of shitty beer. Ten hours. It had been ten hours and he was already twitching like a smackhead.
Even though he’d promised Sam, he was relatively certain that if he was alone, he’d find himself some alcohol in a hot second. Breaking a promise to his brother was not exactly a habit for Dean, but the booze…that was a habit. He tried to tell himself that even if Sam wasn’t sitting there in the same room, he’d still keep his promise to stop. But he was fairly sure he was lying to himself about that.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Sam
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #20, Thirst
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: That’s not really what it meant.
It’s not like there wasn’t a list of drinks he could choose from. There was juice and bottled water in the mini-fridge by the cabinet. Outside stood a Coke machine where he could grab himself a soda or a Powerade in exchange for a few quarters.
Dean was thirsty. But not really. His throat wasn’t parched, his lips weren’t dry. But he was shaking, hands trembling out of his control. His head throbbed relentlessly and he felt restless, anxious…overwhelmed by this thirst.
He needed a drink. He tried telling himself he wanted a drink. The truth, as far as his body was concerned, was that he needed a drink. A few swigs of whiskey straight from the bottle. Hell, he’d even settle for a few cans of shitty beer. Ten hours. It had been ten hours and he was already twitching like a smackhead.
Even though he’d promised Sam, he was relatively certain that if he was alone, he’d find himself some alcohol in a hot second. Breaking a promise to his brother was not exactly a habit for Dean, but the booze…that was a habit. He tried to tell himself that even if Sam wasn’t sitting there in the same room, he’d still keep his promise to stop. But he was fairly sure he was lying to himself about that.