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]

She rolled her eyes. "Duh, that's the point."

[likely_evil]

"So I'm not allowed to bad mouth a show you already admit is horrible?" Sam looked up with confused eyes.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Yes, exactly." She grinned down at him. "It's a girl thing. Don't ask."

[likely_evil]

He chuckled, then shifted a bit. "I could probably just fall asleep right here."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Well, you can nap, but eventually I'm going to need to go to bed too." She smiled. "And you're heavy."

[likely_evil]

"And yet you keep shoving more and more food down my throat."

He nestled in, curling the blanket up under his head and then towards her so his face was facing her stomach. "Just nudge me and I'll let you go. If I want to..."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Just trying to take care of those bone-y parts of yours."

She settled in to her role as a pillow. She didn't really want to be let go anyway.

[likely_evil]

"Good luck."

He yawned and closed his eyes. He'd be out in a few minutes, especially if she started to stroke his hair like she had been. He was a puppy in that way.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She did go back to stroking his hair, since it seemed to help him stay calm. It didn't bother her if he slept for awhile on her.

[likely_evil]

He was out like a light then, and stayed that way for about an hour until he started to whimper a bit, his body breaking out in a sweat from the withdrawal, which triggered nightmares to slowly seep into his blackness.

Nightmares of being tortured, nearly to death. Things he still had yet to talk to anyone about. Things he had done to get high. All the issues trapped in the back of his head he tried to hide.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

Jo expected nightmares. She hugged Sam a little tighter, softly telling him it was okay. She was right there for him.

[likely_evil]

Her presence helped, but he did toss and turn a bit in his sleep, fidgeting and shaking. His body flushing out the narcotics.

"no..." he whimpered softly as he tried to get the image of Alastair and the knife out of his head.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"It's okay, Sammy, it's okay." She continued to brush her fingers through his hair and hold him tight.

God, her heart was breaking for him. Her poor Sam.

[likely_evil]

It worked for a bit longer until he was attacked in the dream and he woke with a start. His eyes burst open and he was panting, looking around the room wildly to make sure he was someplace safe.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Jo said quickly. "It's me, Sam, you're home. With me and Ford."

[likely_evil]

He blinked, then turned his head to look up at her, fear from the dreams still in his eyes. "Alastair... he was... all over again..."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"It's just a nightmare," she said softly. "It's over now."

[likely_evil]

"It hurt so much," he said softly, curling back into her. "He just kept cutting..."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Shhhs." She held him tighter. "I'm here. You're here. It's okay."

[likely_evil]

"I just want to forget it all."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Just focus on me. You can hear my heart right? Just listen to that. There's nothing else."

[likely_evil]

Sam took a deep breath and listened. he could hear it, faintly, and focused on it until he calmed down.

"All I hear is your stomach," he pointed out from the position he was laying at when he felt comfortable making the weak attempt at a joke.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She chuckled, relieved he could joke again. Things would be okay. It wouldn't be easy, but they'd manage.

"Well, I would have gotten dinner, but I didn't want to wake you."

[likely_evil]

"I'm sorry..." he made to sit up so that he could "free" her. "You should have moved me."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"I was comfortable." She liked having someone to snuggle with for awhile. She liked having him to snuggle.