A/N Hello everyone! Wow it has been such a long time since I've been here! So this is just a short, short oneshot to get me back into the writing mood for the prompt word 'Poison,' I suppose you could even call it a drabble, but since I'm not entirely sure just what exactly a drabble is, I'm going to let you guys decide.
My friend shock-blanket also wrote a story for this prompt word – we basically just prompted each other the same word :P So if you get a chance, check it out! Hope you all enjoy! :D
- Poison -
Dean startled awake from his fitful sleep. He shot a glance over to Sam who was snoring lightly on the bed next to him.
He closed his eyes, reflecting on his dream; or should he say nightmare. Cass had become a recurring feature in his dreams, shooting from naïve nerd angel to the Leviathan monster he had become last time Dean had seen him.
Dean dragged himself out of bed causing his blanket to fall in a lump on the floor. He looked around the room, spotting his bottle of cheap whiskey on the table. He made a beeline for the bottle of cheap whiskey on the table grabbing a glass and pouring himself a generous amount and knocked it back. He refilled the glass and stared blankly into the light amber liquid. This was the poison he craved most. It numbed whatever pain he needed to disguise without fail, whether that be physical or mental. Sam had been trying to get him to talk about his feelings – still with the whole chick-flick, Dr. Phil crap.
Dean didn't need to talk; he had his poison in his grip.
What he failed to notice however; was that his poison had a grip on him.
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