100_ghosts drabble

[withimpunity]

Once More, With Feeling.  Gen.  PG.  Cold Turkey. 100 Words. for 100_ghosts



It gets under John's skin, how Sam thinks he’s better than this, maybe even better than him. This time he‘d almost slipped, almost said to Sam, this is all your goddamn fault, before Dean yanks the bottle out of his hand and sends Sam to his room.

That night John pours every last drop down the bathroom sink, each sharp clink of glass as he places the bottles in the trash echoing inside his head.  He’s said it before, that he’s done, that he’s not going to touch the stuff ever again.  This time he really thinks he means it. 

Comments

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Ouch.

Oh, Winchesters. Great job capturing how damaged they are, how close to implosion. This particularly hurts:

This time he‘d almost slipped, almost said to Sam, this is all your goddamn fault,

Ow, ow, ow.

Great job with the prompt.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for the feedback. I really liked this one, so I was glad to hear it wasn't just me!

[wellew.livejournal.com]

"This time he‘d almost slipped, almost said to Sam, this is all your goddamn fault, before Dean yanks the bottle out of his hand and sends Sam to his room."

I can picture this scene perfectly. Well done.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!

[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

Painful, and so very believable.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Thank you

[nephthys101.livejournal.com]

Sad and brutual.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

I know D: thanks for reading