This is going to be a series with the next few drabbles. I've been wanting to take my boys to my hometown for awhile, lol. We'll see how long I drag this little ditty out. Title of each chapter will be the word of the week!
Also, what do I like about myself? My total obnoxious sassiness, and my pink hair.
It took Sam two weeks to find Dean.
But he did find him, out of his mind, pumped full of god knows what, in an abandoned warehouse deep in West Baltimore.
He was strung out, two weeks of beard growth on his haggard face, eyes sunken and withdrawn.
Dean didn't recognize Sam, but lay still as his brother carefully cut the bonds on his bloody wrists, Sam noting the track marks on both arms.
Monsters, demons, these were things Sam and Dean were trained and prepared to deal with.
The depravity of the human race never failed to shock them.
Sam drove straight from Baltimore to Sioux Falls, only stopping for bathroom and caffeine breaks.
Dean huddled in the back seat, shaking through the symptoms of withdrawal, sometimes crying out in fear, drifting in and out of nightmares.
Sam still hadn't been able to get a coherent sentence out of his brother, just mumbled phrases, and pleas to an invisible tormenter to leave him alone.
Bobby would know what to do, Sam just had to get Dean there in one piece.
There was so much to worry about, like dirty needles, but no matter what happened, Sam would be there.