Hellbent (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Have a Drink On Me

*Two Months After Dean Was Dragged to Hell*

I found every single possible empty bottle throughout the motel room and threw them out along with the current bottles.

I was exhausted, but most of all, I was grieving. I just lost two very important people in my life: The man who has been like an older brother to me and the love of my life.

Sam's life revolved around alcohol and sleep. I tried really hard to be patient as I knew that he was going through a rough patch. Dean and him were blood brothers, so loosing his only living relative must have been hard. However, whenever I would try to get close to him and be there for him, it was almost as if I didn't matter anymore. I was also mourning and I wanted Sam to be there with me. Alcohol was always the answer for him, though, and I didn't want to fall down that path.

I decided to leave. I couldn't take this anymore. Whether this was a break up or just taking a small break, Sam needed to get help. He was doing his best to drag me down the same path and I couldn't do it. I needed space to heal from the grief and Sam's alcoholism was just too much.

I packed up a few more things in a bag when I heard the front door open. I turned to find Sam with a six pack of beer, looking confused as to what I was doing.

Something in me just flared up, and all I could see was red. I approached Sam, never taking my eyes off of him until I got close enough. I grabbed the wrist that had the beer, took the pack out of his hands and smashed it on the ground.

"WHAT THE FUCK ROSEMARIE?" he shouted.

I stormed back to my bag and continued to pack up more of my stuff. "You really think that is the solution?? Drinking away your grief and just hoping for that numbness??" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.

"That costed a lot!" Sam said.

"I don't give a flying fuck about how much it costed you, Sammy!" I said, "You need help! I get that you are grieving over the death of your brother, but so am I! I've tried countless times to reach out to you, to comfort you and myself, but it seems like alcohol is your new girlfriend."

"Don't be ridiculous..." Sam muttered.

"Wake up! Everytime I'm with you, there's a six pack right next to you or you're asleep and I'm doing all I can to make sure you don't choke on your own vomit when you pass out drunk on the bed," I shouted, "I can't keep living like this anymore, Sam! It's just...I can't!"

Tears began fall down my face as I began to pack up the last of my things. I zipped up my bag when Sam spun me around to face him. The look in his eyes went from anger to panic.

"Please...please don't leave me," he said, "You're all I have right now, and...I'm sorry."

I pushed him away. "No, Sam," I said, "I need to be on my own for a bit. I need space...because this path you're going on...I refuse to be on that path. I hate this...leaving you...but I have to think about my well-being as well."

"Please, Rose..." Sam said, tears streaming down his face as well, "I...I just need some more time...please be patient with me."

"I've been patient," I cried, "But you keep pushing me away. Do you realize how hard it is...physically you're there but...to me you're nowhere near me anymore. You keep a distance and disappear."

I picked up my bag and began to head out the door. Sam tried to stop me once again by grabbing my arm and turning me around.

"Please...tell me...how I can make this right," he said, "I'll do anything."