Tittle: Old Tyme Religion
Challenge: Hold
Muse: CiZiwejes
Beta: PlatinumRoseLady and enviousxbeauty
Disclaimer: They're Kripkie's, not mine.
A/N: let's all raise a glass and sing a hymn to this old tyme religon
His desperate hold on the edges of the alter never wavered as he prayed to the porcelain god. Her pure white sanctuary accepted him as he fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
Another night of taking solace in fallen idols had him back here, regretting his sins. Instead of talking to Sam, instead of admitting to himself their troubles, he had sold his soul to the amber seas in glass.
As always, his binge brought him back to sanctity of the bathroom to find absolution.
Sam watched Dean puke sadly and prayed he would talk with him some day.
