Dean gripped the steering wheel of his Baby tightly, painfully. He drove fast with the windows down, praying the autumn air would keep his senses from dulling. He gritted his teeth and stared straight ahead, unblinking. He did not know where he was going, he just knew he couldn't stay home. Couldn't bear to stare at his bed and remember all of him crimes. He needed to be doing something, anything. Just stay awake, Dean , he reassured himself. 10 more miles and he'd be in town.
Dean pulled the Impala up to a convenience store. Caffeine , he thought, caffeine is what I need . He tried his best not to stagger into the shop. He headed straight back to the cold cases where the energy drinks were stored. He grabbed an armful of something in a silver can that said "Ultra" and "240 mg Caffeine", and then dumped the lot of them on the clerk's counter unceremoniously. He grabbed a handful of energy shots and put them on the pile as well.
"Hey, uh, pal…" Dean struggled to find the words through his haze. "Do you, uh, have any caffeine pills?"
"Uh, yeah dude, hold on…" the young clerk said without looking up from his smartphone. He turned around behind the counter and called back, "Uh, how many packs you want?"
"All of them," Dean slurred.
"What?" the kid said, turning back around. He made eye contact with Dean. "Fuck, dude, are you okay? You look like shit."
"Just gimme the damn pills," Dean mumbled.
The clerk loaded up the haul into two plastic bags. Dean slammed down a $20 and a $10 and hurried to the Impala as fast as possible. Once safely inside, he ripped open one of the boxes of pills and downed two of them with one of the "Ultra" beverages. He chugged all sixteen ounces of it, and then followed it with one of the energy shots. He grimaced and shook his head, unaccustomed to the sour taste.
Okay Dean , he muttered to himself, where to now? He put the Impala in gear pulled out of the driveway, only to slam on his breaks to avoid the biker he'd failed to notice. He leaned forward toward the steering wheel and cursed into the back of his hand. "Fuck, man, get it together."
This time, he pulled out of the drive slowly, looking both ways twice, and turned toward town.