He curled up on the bed as best he could. Dean still hadn’t uncuffed him. He drew his knees up to his chest as he lay on his side. It felt like his blood was boiling in his veins. He was sweating and it felt like his mouth was filled with cotton. His heart hammered in his chest and his head was pounding. “Dean, please,” Sam croaked out.
“You’re gonna get through this,” Dean said, cutting through the haze and pain in his mind and body.
He wasn’t so sure. “Dean, just one pill, to take the edge off. Please . . .” Sam had pleaded. “Hurts so bad. Half a pill,” he had begged, knowing how pathetic he was.
“Can’t, Sammy,” Dean had said. He sounded so sad, like he was the one in pain. “That shit’s gonna kill you if you don’t kick it. And I’m not gonna lose you, not like that.”
“Self-righteous prick!” Sam roared at his brother.
“Hey Sammy, this is the first day of the rest of your life,” Dean said brightly. “You’ve made it through the first twenty-four hours.”
“Yay. Now uncuff me,” Sam deadpanned as he stared, unblinking at his brother.
“Sorry to disappoint. That was only day one. You’ve got another twenty-nine to go.”
It was the casual tone in Dean’s voice that was grating on his frayed nerves. “When I get out of these cuffs, and I will, I’m gonna enjoy kicking the shit out of you.”
“Hey, another goal to strive for. Positive thinking already!” Dean wore a wide grin on his face as he looked at him.
By day fifteen, he stunk. He was sweating through his clothes, yet he was shaking with the chills that wracked his body. Dean had stripped him down and helped him to the bathroom to shower. He was too weak to fight, but Dean still kept the cuffs on him. At least he was clean, for the time being. He had two states of existence right now. One where he had one hand cuffed to the headboard or the other where both hands were cuffed together when Dean helped him to the bathroom. Life was awesome.
On day sixteen, Dean had dealt him a low blow. Dean had pulled him into the bathroom and forced him to watch as he emptied the baggie into the toilet. He then proceeded to flush it. Dean made him watch as his little helpers circled the bowl and then disappeared down the drain. He had raged at Dean for hours.
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“You’re gonna get through this,” Dean said, cutting through the haze and pain in his mind and body.
He wasn’t so sure. “Dean, just one pill, to take the edge off. Please . . .” Sam had pleaded. “Hurts so bad. Half a pill,” he had begged, knowing how pathetic he was.
“Can’t, Sammy,” Dean had said. He sounded so sad, like he was the one in pain. “That shit’s gonna kill you if you don’t kick it. And I’m not gonna lose you, not like that.”
“Self-righteous prick!” Sam roared at his brother.
“Hey Sammy, this is the first day of the rest of your life,” Dean said brightly. “You’ve made it through the first twenty-four hours.”
“Yay. Now uncuff me,” Sam deadpanned as he stared, unblinking at his brother.
“Sorry to disappoint. That was only day one. You’ve got another twenty-nine to go.”
It was the casual tone in Dean’s voice that was grating on his frayed nerves. “When I get out of these cuffs, and I will, I’m gonna enjoy kicking the shit out of you.”
“Hey, another goal to strive for. Positive thinking already!” Dean wore a wide grin on his face as he looked at him.
By day fifteen, he stunk. He was sweating through his clothes, yet he was shaking with the chills that wracked his body. Dean had stripped him down and helped him to the bathroom to shower. He was too weak to fight, but Dean still kept the cuffs on him. At least he was clean, for the time being. He had two states of existence right now. One where he had one hand cuffed to the headboard or the other where both hands were cuffed together when Dean helped him to the bathroom. Life was awesome.
On day sixteen, Dean had dealt him a low blow. Dean had pulled him into the bathroom and forced him to watch as he emptied the baggie into the toilet. He then proceeded to flush it. Dean made him watch as his little helpers circled the bowl and then disappeared down the drain. He had raged at Dean for hours.