Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Anywaays. Here's more :]
Dean drags Sam to the nearest Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation Center. A quick look in the motel's phone book locates one only a couple of miles out of town. They wait in hard plastic chairs, Sam fiddling with his cell phone, turned away from Dean, refusing to even look at him. They wait nearly seven hours before Sam's name is even called.
"I'm sorry." The lady behind the desk says, glancing at Sam from above her glasses. "We don't admit anyone who hasn't been clean for 72 hours."
Dean wants to lie. He wants to crank the Winchester charm to 110% and give her the smile that makes all ladies swoon regardless of their age but by the way that Sam is slumped in the chair, with fresh track marks and sunken eyes, Sam has every textbook sign of a junkie.
"This program has a success rate of 43%." She says it with obvious pride. A few months ago, Dean's jaw would have dropped. Less then half is good?!?!
No, in the world of recovering drug addicts. 43% is excellent.
"We select candidates carefully. They must have the want to actually stay sober." From the way that she says it, it sure as hell doesn't sound like she has much hope for Sam.
It half scares Dean and half angers him. It scares him because she has probably seen countless drug addicts and yet doesn't want to invest in Sam.
Sam. Dean's dimpled, compassionate and intelligent little brother. She doesn't see the kid who got into Stanford with a full ride. She sees a junkie. A junkie with no hope. It also makes Dean angry because once again, he found someone who has no hope for Sam. He's getting sick of it because no one has any hope for Sam.
No one but himself and Dean isn't giving up on him.
He slams his fist on the table. "Look lady. He wants to get better."
The woman lifts an eyebrow. "Oh does he?"
Dean slowly nods. Right now, he wants to punch her in between the eyes but god, he knows it's not her fault. She's just being honest but it doesn't mean Dean has to like it. The woman leans forward, her voice quiet.
"I'd say you want him to stop using." Her voice is compassionate but Dean glares at her.
"No shit, lady." He snaps.
"When he's ready for treatment, you can try coming back."
Dean doesn't know if Sam will ever be ready.
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