He had taken too much. He had know that when he had popped the fourth pill into his mouth. Or was it the fifth? He shrugged his shoulders. Did it even matter? Not really, not now. He took in a ragged breath, feeling the pain as his lung expanded and compressed. It was agony to breathe. Like his lungs were filled with razor blades instead of air. He tried to hold his breath, but that only intensified the pain. He would have moaned at the pain if he had the energy to do it. At this point, all he could do was shake as his body tried to rid itself of the effects of the drug. It made him dizzy and nauseous and then the blackness swam up to meet him.
He had taken it now and then in college. Adderall. It had been easy to come by back then. It helped him stay focused on his classes and gave him the energy to pull all nighters to study. It was just as easy to get now as it was back then, if you knew where to look. And he did. He had connections, thanks to his less than moral upbringing. If anything, it was easier now since they dealt with the seedier side of life; credit card scams, breaking and entering and the occasional murder, even if it was a demon in a meat suit.
He thought he had left the need for the boost back there when he had packed up and left Stanford. As he got older, he felt the need for it again. It helped with the research, pouring over the lore books all night long. Trying to find a spell to counteract a demon possession or a witch’s spell. New types of demons were rising up from the ashes of the ones the had killed. Spells they had never seen before were being used to curse the innocent. He needed that edge over the supernatural so he could save as many unsuspecting people as possible.
He wasn’t an addict. Not at first. It had only been the occasional pill when the drive had been too long and research had to get done.
Then it was two because he wasn’t fast enough to fight off an attack to save a woman from a blood thirsty vamp. In the dead of night, he still heard her screams of terror and pain as the vamp had ripped into her flesh before it had severed her jugular vein, ending her life. Sure, he had beheaded the fucker, but the woman was still dead. And that was on him.
But, it had finally caught up with him. When one or two pills hadn’t been enough.
He had hidden it pretty well, his little helper. Or at least he thought he had. But, he hadn’t been as covert as he thought he had been. Or Dean had just been more observant this time. Dean had picked up on his body twitches. Dean had noticed how he didn’t sleep. How he didn’t eat. So, Dean had watched him. Dean had even followed him when he went to score more of the drug he had been running low on. And, Dean had confronted him when he found him unconscious on the cabin floor. He had tried to play it off as exhaustion that had finally caught up to him after so many sleepless nights.
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Fill Little Helper P 1
Date: 2018-11-03 12:40 am (UTC)He had taken it now and then in college. Adderall. It had been easy to come by back then. It helped him stay focused on his classes and gave him the energy to pull all nighters to study. It was just as easy to get now as it was back then, if you knew where to look. And he did. He had connections, thanks to his less than moral upbringing. If anything, it was easier now since they dealt with the seedier side of life; credit card scams, breaking and entering and the occasional murder, even if it was a demon in a meat suit.
He thought he had left the need for the boost back there when he had packed up and left Stanford. As he got older, he felt the need for it again. It helped with the research, pouring over the lore books all night long. Trying to find a spell to counteract a demon possession or a witch’s spell. New types of demons were rising up from the ashes of the ones the had killed. Spells they had never seen before were being used to curse the innocent. He needed that edge over the supernatural so he could save as many unsuspecting people as possible.
He wasn’t an addict. Not at first. It had only been the occasional pill when the drive had been too long and research had to get done.
Then it was two because he wasn’t fast enough to fight off an attack to save a woman from a blood thirsty vamp. In the dead of night, he still heard her screams of terror and pain as the vamp had ripped into her flesh before it had severed her jugular vein, ending her life. Sure, he had beheaded the fucker, but the woman was still dead. And that was on him.
But, it had finally caught up with him. When one or two pills hadn’t been enough.
He had hidden it pretty well, his little helper. Or at least he thought he had. But, he hadn’t been as covert as he thought he had been. Or Dean had just been more observant this time. Dean had picked up on his body twitches. Dean had noticed how he didn’t sleep. How he didn’t eat. So, Dean had watched him. Dean had even followed him when he went to score more of the drug he had been running low on. And, Dean had confronted him when he found him unconscious on the cabin floor. He had tried to play it off as exhaustion that had finally caught up to him after so many sleepless nights.