You can all blame KansasAngel94 for this. Well. Sort of. I prompted 'Poison' to her and she prompted the bugger right back. Introspective, self-indulgent fic. Short because I'm a very lazy writer.
Concrit is always welcome. :)
Poison – A Supernatural fanfiction
There were days - long days, cold days, tough days – Sam felt the siren's call of the gleaming silver flask (he had tried to restrain himself, he really had-). The slow, viscous slosh of the scarlet poison within, a constant reminder of what he has (what he could lose, what he could gain, what it would cost-).
The days were easier than the nights.
The days distracted him – planning and driving and saving and living – and were a welcome diversion from his rapidly disappearing stock.
The nights were different.
If anything, the call was stronger. In the light, the encroaching shadows on his mind could burn away, dissolving in the daytime.
However.
The dark was their breeding ground.
The already dark blood appeared black in the shadow-stained depths of the flask (black like Ruby's eyes, like those of every demon they met, like those of every one they banished, like those of every, single, goddamn one that plagued his waking and sleeping hours-).
Frozen tendrils of his addiction wrapped around his very limbs, his very soul; despite the blood's warmth being meagre, only what had seeped from wavering hand to cold metal, the salty, corrupt poison was the only thing that could prise him from the grasp he had unwillingly locked around himself (blood-soaked iron chains held him fast, the unbearable screaming-)
Dean didn't know.
Sam wished he didn't either.