Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 16, 2015 15:58:41 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE TEN.
Sam sat at the bar, staring moodily into his half drunk glass of whiskey. Ruby had vanished after their little stint in Massachusetts with the witches and she hadn't made another appearance. She hadn't tried to contact him at all and time was running out for her to make good on her bargain to help free Dean from his deal. Sam was beginning to feel foolish. She probably WAS just stringing him along like Dean had been claiming. And he himself had tried everything. He'd checked every page of every book he could think of. There was nothing out there that would save Dean. Nothing.
"There you are." Dean wandered over, his brow furrowed in concern. "What are you doing?" Sam shrugged lazily. "Having a drink." Dean checked his wristwatch with a bemused shake of the head. "It's two in the afternoon and you're drinking whiskey?" "I drink whiskey all the time" Sam announced, taking a swig. "No you don't" Dean countered, crossing his arms. "What's the big deal?" Sam's voice came out somewhat slurred. "You get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?" Sam watched Dean's gaze travel around the nearly empty bar. The only woman in sight was considerably older than both of them. "It's kind of slim pickings around here" Dean pointed out, returning his focus to Sam, worry plainly etched all over his face. "What's going on with you?" Sam sighed heavily, looking completely lost. "I tried Dean" he finally said quietly. "I really tried." Dean's worry shifted to confusion. "To do what?" Sam's voice choked up a bit. "To save you."
Realization dawned on Dean's face. He gestured to the nearby bartender while sliding onto the stool next to Sam's. "Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat." "I'm serious, Dean" Sam insisted, his tone slurring once more. "No, you're drunk" Dean returned simply, accepting his own whiskey and taking a long swig. "I mean, where you're going... what you're gonna become..." Sam felt tears threatening. "I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it" he admitted before going on to voice what he'd slowly been coming to realize. "But really, the thing is, no one can save you." "That's what I've been saying" Dean agreed in relief, downing the rest of his shot. Sam shook his head somberly. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you, because you don't wanna be saved." He saw the way Dean's shoulders stiffened. Saw the silent "don't go down this road" look in his eyes. And kept going anyway. Partly because he needed to, and partly because he was drunk and couldn't stop himself even if he'd wanted to. "I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? The brothers locked eyes. Dean's carefree mask was as in place as ever though Sam could see a muscle twitching in his jaw. Sam finished his firing round of questions with one last bullet.
"What's wrong with you?"
Sam sat at the bar, staring moodily into his half drunk glass of whiskey. Ruby had vanished after their little stint in Massachusetts with the witches and she hadn't made another appearance. She hadn't tried to contact him at all and time was running out for her to make good on her bargain to help free Dean from his deal. Sam was beginning to feel foolish. She probably WAS just stringing him along like Dean had been claiming. And he himself had tried everything. He'd checked every page of every book he could think of. There was nothing out there that would save Dean. Nothing.
"There you are." Dean wandered over, his brow furrowed in concern. "What are you doing?" Sam shrugged lazily. "Having a drink." Dean checked his wristwatch with a bemused shake of the head. "It's two in the afternoon and you're drinking whiskey?" "I drink whiskey all the time" Sam announced, taking a swig. "No you don't" Dean countered, crossing his arms. "What's the big deal?" Sam's voice came out somewhat slurred. "You get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?" Sam watched Dean's gaze travel around the nearly empty bar. The only woman in sight was considerably older than both of them. "It's kind of slim pickings around here" Dean pointed out, returning his focus to Sam, worry plainly etched all over his face. "What's going on with you?" Sam sighed heavily, looking completely lost. "I tried Dean" he finally said quietly. "I really tried." Dean's worry shifted to confusion. "To do what?" Sam's voice choked up a bit. "To save you."
Realization dawned on Dean's face. He gestured to the nearby bartender while sliding onto the stool next to Sam's. "Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat." "I'm serious, Dean" Sam insisted, his tone slurring once more. "No, you're drunk" Dean returned simply, accepting his own whiskey and taking a long swig. "I mean, where you're going... what you're gonna become..." Sam felt tears threatening. "I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it" he admitted before going on to voice what he'd slowly been coming to realize. "But really, the thing is, no one can save you." "That's what I've been saying" Dean agreed in relief, downing the rest of his shot. Sam shook his head somberly. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you, because you don't wanna be saved." He saw the way Dean's shoulders stiffened. Saw the silent "don't go down this road" look in his eyes. And kept going anyway. Partly because he needed to, and partly because he was drunk and couldn't stop himself even if he'd wanted to. "I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? The brothers locked eyes. Dean's carefree mask was as in place as ever though Sam could see a muscle twitching in his jaw. Sam finished his firing round of questions with one last bullet.
"What's wrong with you?"
