Sam felt the cold washcloth on his face and tried to pull away from the strong arms that held him as he shook. It wasn't until he stopped drinking that he realized how dependent he had become on the burn of the vodka to take the pain away.
All she had asked for was sobriety and he couldn't even give her that. The pain crept up to him in the middle of the night and it hurt and the alcohol was all he knew that could take the pain away. Dean had always turned to beer and whiskey. So had Dad.
Winchesters were all about repeating the sins of the one that was higher up on the totem. Sam... was right on the bottom of the pole at the moment.
( Why are you doing this to me? )
All she had asked for was sobriety and he couldn't even give her that. The pain crept up to him in the middle of the night and it hurt and the alcohol was all he knew that could take the pain away. Dean had always turned to beer and whiskey. So had Dad.
Winchesters were all about repeating the sins of the one that was higher up on the totem. Sam... was right on the bottom of the pole at the moment.
( Why are you doing this to me? )