Authors Note – This is just a little drabble about Sam coping/or Not after deans gone
Summary – Deans in hell, Sam's not doing too well
Another drink, Sam didn't know how many he'd already have, didn't know the name of the alcohol he was forcing into his body, Hell he didn't even know the name of the Bar, He missed Dean, Dean was the strong one out of the two, Not Sam Never Sam. Another drink, He wished Dean hadn't bothered bringing him back, the cost was too much, His soul, Deans soul, He laughed Bitterly wondering what Dean would think of him if he saw what he was doing.
He'd never been alone before, not counting Uni, he'd never been without his Brother or Father, but they were both dead, His dad sold his soul for dean and dean sold his soul for Sam, and well Sam he tried to sell his soul for dean, but the bastards wouldn't take it, Bitches. Another drink. His cell rang, probably Bobby, checking up on him, making sure he's not dead, he wishes… but he's not so lucky. Another drink, this is what his life is condemned to now the bottom on a whiskey glass.
Another drink.
The End
Authors note - Ummm just a little Drabble about a depressed Sam, Yeah he's a little melodramatic but it's Sam!
Faith xx