Even Hell Won't Have Me Now.
E/O Drabble Challenge. Word was Raw.
AN: Gaelic made it all better!!!
"Dean?"
"I'm fine, Sam." Dean said tightly, sitting outside their motel room door, staring into the darkness.
"You sure?"
Dean's eyes burned. "I'm fine," he repeated.
Alone, Dean lifted the bottle and drank deeply, grimacing as the liquor burned his throat, still raw from the words he had spoken.
The things I did...
There was no release in confessing his sins to Sam. He had been too weak-spirited to continue the fight and he blazed with self loathing and shame.
The whiskey he was pouring in his stomach would numb his brain, but he couldn't pour it in his heart.
End Notes: I have a Santa hat that has a bouncy spring with a white ball on top. Random, I know. but I do have a hat like that.