“When I’m done the book.” Dean lowered his head as he picked up the book and thumbed through it, finding the page he had been reading. “It’s for your own good,’ he said quietly.
Sam heard the sincerity in his brother’s voice. He also heard the hurt, sadness and fear in Dean’s voice and his heart clenched in his chest at it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be sorry. Just fight it. Just keep fighting to stay clean every day, to stay alive,” Dean said without looking up.
Sam knew why Dean wasn’t looking at him. His brother was barely holding it together, had been since he had found him unconscious, since Dean had found the pills. His throat tightened and he wiped at his eyes, brushing away his unshed tears. He nodded yes in response, not really sure if Dean saw him.
“Good,” Dean said, never lifting his eyes as he turned the page in his book.
Sam felt his lips twitch up into a small smile. Day thirty; Dean hadn’t given up on him and he was on the road to recovery. It wouldn’t be easy. He knew there would be days where he struggled against his addiction. But, he was determined to keep fighting and he knew Dean would be there, helping him when he couldn’t do it alone.
“Read your book.”
Sam smiled, picked up the book and turned to the first page to begin reading. As his eyes settled on the written words before him, realized he had been wrong. Day twenty hadn’t been the turning point for him. It was day thirty. It was today.
Fill Little Helper P 5
Sam heard the sincerity in his brother’s voice. He also heard the hurt, sadness and fear in Dean’s voice and his heart clenched in his chest at it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be sorry. Just fight it. Just keep fighting to stay clean every day, to stay alive,” Dean said without looking up.
Sam knew why Dean wasn’t looking at him. His brother was barely holding it together, had been since he had found him unconscious, since Dean had found the pills. His throat tightened and he wiped at his eyes, brushing away his unshed tears. He nodded yes in response, not really sure if Dean saw him.
“Good,” Dean said, never lifting his eyes as he turned the page in his book.
Sam felt his lips twitch up into a small smile. Day thirty; Dean hadn’t given up on him and he was on the road to recovery. It wouldn’t be easy. He knew there would be days where he struggled against his addiction. But, he was determined to keep fighting and he knew Dean would be there, helping him when he couldn’t do it alone.
“Read your book.”
Sam smiled, picked up the book and turned to the first page to begin reading. As his eyes settled on the written words before him, realized he had been wrong. Day twenty hadn’t been the turning point for him. It was day thirty. It was today.