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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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?"