Jul. 10th, 2008

hasperkynipples: (dean little boy lost)
Dean had found himself in the darkest corner of the closest middle of nowhere bar he could find. It had been a year. A whole Goddamn year, and he still didn't feel right. He knew that things were supposed to get better at some point, things were supposed to heal, but they didn't seem to be working in his favor at the moment. The facts weren't changing. Sam was still dead, and Dean was still trying to drink away the memory of holding his brother's dead body in his arms.

He lost what little family he had left in the span of nine months. He felt that he had a bit of a right to start drinking himself into a new liver.

Taking the bottle with him when he left the bar, he slid into a booth and poured himself another glass, ready to let the alcohol burn down his throat and disappear. He was more than prepared for a long night of drinking, and he was hoping that this time around -- everyone else would leave him alone.

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