Bad Day on Black Rock - RP for ironknifehunter

[likely_evil]

It started when, as Cas was getting ready to leave for work, he told Sam that Dean was getting released from the hospital that afternoon. There was a question on that, a look at Sam lowered his head from and ignored.

When are you going to go back and see him, Sam?

He could hear their voices in his head as he worked on the house that day. Jo, Cas, even Pam wanting to know when Sam was going to see his brother. Ever since Dean had woken up, Sam avoided the hospital like the plague. All because he was afraid to face him.

The voices started to get to him, and Sam found his way into the medicine cabinet to get something to get rid of his headache. As the hours went, the pain didn't stop and Sam went back to find something stronger.

That evening, then would find Sam stoned off the pills from an old bottle of codeine, passed out on the bathroom floor because it was cool and felt good on his face. But the voices were gone, and his head wasn't hurting anymore. That was all that mattered to him.

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[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

Jo was getting pissed. She had been knocking on Cas's front door for five minutes straight and Sam hadn't shown up. She had tried his phone and he hadn't picked up. If he was napping through this, she was going to kick his ass. Ford was probably going nuts at home.

"I'm sorry, Cas," Jo muttered and dug an old lock picking kit out of her jacket pocket. Cops weren't supposed to carry around those sorts of tool but she wasn't always a typical cop.

It took a little more time, but she broke in and slammed the door behind her. "Sam Winchester! Where the hell are you?"

[likely_evil]

Sam heard the voice and lifted his head. His vision was fuzzy as he groaned and rolled over onto his back. He tried to reach up for the edge of the tub to pull himself up, but his legs weren't working for him and he crashed back to the ground.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She looked up when she heard something fall and then ran for the noise, her hand on her gun. When she saw Sam, she rushed to his side, thinking something had gone wrong.

"Sam? Sam?" She reached to check his pulse.

[likely_evil]

Sam cracked open his bloodshot eyes and gave Jo a bright smile. "Hey Jo... is it time to go already?" he asked, his voice slurring as his hand tried to find something to grab onto again.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Damn it." Jo ran a hand through her hair. He was high. Great, he had slipped. Just fucking great. "Yeah, Sam, it's time to go."

She put an arm underneath his and tried pulling him to his feet. "Let's get you out of here."

She'd yell at him for the drug use later.

[likely_evil]

Sam tried to get up and he looked around. "No, I gotta clean up first... I can't..." His hands started to reach for the pill bottle that was open with a few pills still on the ground.

"I had a headache... I didn't..."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"You can leave it for today." She wasn't going to bring up the pills. Except he did, so she didn't really have a choice.

"You took a narcotic for a headache? Seriously, Sam?" She had heard a lot of excuses from junkies before and that was one of them. It annoyed her he'd try the same shit with her.

[likely_evil]

He looked back up at her, his eyes confused. "I did. I had a headache and it would go away!"

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

Jo stomped down on her own feelings of irritation and betrayal. Neither was helping right now.

"Okay, let's go home and you can lie down."

[likely_evil]

He nodded and let her start to pull him up, then stopped. "Oh god," he muttered and pulled away, twisting and aiming for the toilet as he threw up all the contents in his stomach.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

Oh, Sam.

Jo felt bad for him, she was pissed at him, and it was all a mess. She brushed his hair back to help him and ran her hand up and down his back.

[likely_evil]

"I just wanted the pain to go away," he whimpered, resting his head on the seat. "It hurt too much."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"It'll be okay," she said softly, still brushing his hair with a few fingers.

[likely_evil]

He started to shake, slipping away from the toilet and back into Jo, curling up in her lap. "I'm sorry... I didn't..."

He failed. He had gotten almost a month and he failed.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"I'll be okay." She put her arms around him and held him.

Yes, she was angry, but sometimes there were things that were more important.

[likely_evil]

He stayed like that for awhile, then finally calmed down. "Can we go home now?" he asked softly.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we can go home."

[likely_evil]

He finally got to his feet, woozy and still fuzzy. He squinted his eyes, rubbing his head. "Headache is starting to come back. I just need one more before we go..."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"What?" she asked, keeping close just encase he stumbled or needed the support.

[likely_evil]

He looked at her, his hand rubbing his eye. "The headache. Voices... it made it go away and they're coming back. I just need one more, then I'll be ok."

He had already failed. One more wouldn't make it any worse.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"No." Jo was firm on this. She grabbed the pills and shoved them into her jacket pocket. "No more narcotics."

She started to look through the cabinet for Advil or something weaker. "You've had enough."

[likely_evil]

He turned on the puppy eyes, whimpering. "Nothing else worked. Please, Jo. It hurts."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She shot him an exasperated look. "No, Sam. If it hurts that bad, we're going to see a doctor."

[likely_evil]

"No, no doctor. I'm not going back there. They said they were going to lock me up if I went back..."

Cue freaking out crashing Sam.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey." Jo grabbed his face in her hands and made him look at her. "I will never let anyone lock you up, you understand me? No one will hurt you."