Monday, January 31st, 2011

radiumgirl: (sam + panic room = mangst)
Title: Serenity
Author: [livejournal.com profile] radiumgirl
Rating: PG-13 for language and adult!situations (not porn, sorry)
Genre/pairing: Gen, H/C, angst
Characters: Sam, Dean
Summary:  Sam and Dean both have a drinking problem. Each one drinks for different reasons. Each one stops (or doesn't) for different reasons. 
Spoilers: season 6
Warnings: Angst. Possibly triggery subject matter (alcoholism). 
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox.
Author's Note: Even though my Sam here is showing some post-hell!damage, this is a stand-alone that has nothing to do with "Something Borrowed" or the "For Keeps" 'verse.  This is what happens when I try to write about Dean's drinking problem. 
Author's Note Deux: Someday, I will write a story where Dean gets whumped and Sam has to love him and pet him and feed him pie.

Today, unfortunately, is not that day.


Everyone knew that Dean Winchester had a drinking problem... )
radiumgirl: (kobra kid)
On Friday, I bought a box of wine with the intention of splitting it with Chrissy and Katrina while Sam and Dean Winchester had a hug-fest on my TV. 

What ultimately ended up happening, was CW CRUELLY DENIED ME MY SAMMICH and I watched the hockey draft and Being Human and Chrissy didn't come over and Katrina and I drank maybe two glasses each from the box and then I cried myself to sleep due to the lack of Sam Winchester in my life. 

Yesterday, I got up nice and early and squeed when I saw that the first two seasons of the British!Being Human had finished downloading. I started mainlining episodes and poured myself a glass of wine to go with my frosted mini-wheats because I'm classy. 

This was at eight in the morning. 

By eleven in the evening, the box was ripped open and the bag had been emptied, then attacked with some sort of sharp object so that every last drop of bad decision making could be transferred to a glass. I blinked and looked to my right and saw that Owen was snoring on my sofa. My living room was trashed.  At some point, I'm thinking I tried to build a DVD fort around my TV. I also thought it would be fun to mix up which Supernatural disk does in which box. 

I poked Owen, "When'd you get here?"

He blinked, "I got here at four.You called me and said you needed an adult. And a lobotomy. I was worried."

"Ah. My bad. Looks like we had a party."

"You gave me a detailed analysis of which Supernatural box you like and why. Then we started watching Dogma, but you got bored and wanted to make out. Then you fell asleep. Then you woke up and shredded the wine bag so you could lick the inside. Then we watched Hoaders and you started crying. Then you fell asleep again."

"Sounds like a suck-fest. I'm sorry."

"It's okay.I just assumed that your mom called or something."

"Nah. I'm just a moron."

I'm pretty sure I was still drunk when I went to work at six AM because I'm definitely hungover now. On the upside, my work!focus was unparalleled today.  I think I was trying to make up for the fact that I look like I got smacked in the face with a 2x4. 

Also? I looked up local AA meetings and wound up writing fic. Go figure.  

I did renew my drivers license online and submit "The Boy Who Wanted to be God" to two literary magazines. So. It wasn't a total waste of a day. 

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