Aug 16, 2006 23:48
Alec turned on the bedside light as he sat down, a bottle of water in his other hand. Not quite ready to sleep, he was nonetheless not in the mood to go wandering either.
He dug the new bottle of pills out from the nightstand and scooted back on the bed, finding a comfortable spot to sit. The bottle was still nearly full; he weighed it thoughtfully and the faint smile he'd had at the heft of it became a frown as he thought of how he'd obtained it.
Curling into himself a little, Alec's thumb slid across the label on the bottle, and he let his thoughts wander through the last couple of days.
dean,
the voodoo you do,
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