Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Too Good To Stop

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader (no pairing)

Warnings: angst, addiction to alcohol

Summary: The worst thing about having an addiction is not knowing you have one until it's too late.

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One of the best things ever created was wine. There were so many different kinds of wine: dark, sweet, red, white, fruity, dry, etc. Your favorite kind of wine was Cabernet Sauvignon which was rich, dry, and flavorful. The best thing about wine is that you can drink it almost anywhere. Dinner time? Have a glass of wine. Ladies night? Glass of wine. Office party? Wine. Having a "you" night? Definitely some wine. A night after a successful hunt? Wine.

Wine, wine, wine. Everything about wine was the best.

The first time you've tasted wine was when you were seventeen years old, and your mother allowed you to have a sip of her drink while at a family dinner. Ever since that night, you had been drinking wine at almost every meal after you became legal to have it. The Winchesters didn't mind your tiny addiction to wine, especially when they knew you needed it when a hunt was stressful. Dean liked to have his whiskey, and Sam liked to have his books. There were different ways of coping with the life you led, so they didn't think much of it until they started to notice a change in you.

A change that wasn't in your best interest.

"This wine is the best! Taste this!" you grinned as you shoved your glass in Dean's face who just grimaced at the smell.

"No thank you. I want you to enjoy it. I'll just stick with my own," he chuckled dryly as he held up his own drink.

"Suit yourself. More for me!" you grinned as you downed the alcoholic substance like it was a shot. Dean watched as you sported a happy grin before ordering another glass. He would have said something, but the hunt you just got done with was brutal, and you deserved to have this night as your own. If you wanted to spend it getting drunk off cheap wine, then he'll let you.

After that first night, Dean kept a watchful eye on you whenever you were in the presence of wine. His father was an alcoholic, so he knew the symptoms before you even noticed them yourself. The signs where you needed to have some wine in order to start your day, or when you need it in order to get some sleep. It didn't matter the reason because you were going to try and think of one if it meant you would have a glass of the delicious poison.

It became an issue when you drank wine more often than water.

"Eat up," Dean said as he handed out the plates of food that he cooked. On a day where you three had a lot of downtime, he decided to cook a homemade meal since you three hadn't had one in a while.

"This looks and smells so good," you grinned as you picked up your full glass of wine before taking a large gulp.

"Did you want some water, Y/N?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm good," you shrugged as you started to eat your food. The brothers looked at each other with looks that were screaming the same thing. If they didn't do something soon, you would be too far gone to help. Instead of saying something now and ruining the family moment, they just ate their food in silence all the while keeping a close eye on you.

It had gotten so bad that you would drink wine even when you really didn't need it. Due to the high activity on the job, you were burning off more calories than you were taking in, so drinking this much wine wasn't have an effect on you physically, but mentally, it was a different issue. Usually, alcoholics either gained a bunch of weight or were super skinny due to other addictions they were craving. Your body stayed the same since you worked out while on the job, so Sam and Dean weren't too worried about you gaining so much weight that you wouldn't b able to do your best on a hunt. They were worried about what was going on inside your head that you thought drinking wine would make it go away.

Sam thought Dean was bad with alcohol until they met you.

"You still in there, Y/N?" Dean asked as he knocked on the bathroom door. Ever since they have gotten a bathtub, you had been it in almost every night. Sam and Dean exchanged worried glances when they didn't hear you respond.

"Do you think she's okay?" Sam whispered.

"She would have answered if she was," Dean said before picking the lock. One of the rules when living in the Bunker was that the locks on the doors had to be pickable in case something happened and you were inside of a locked room like this time. The brothers made this rule when they knew you had an addiction in case you decided to take your wine and lock yourself in a room to drink it all.

Once Dean got the door opened, both brothers rushed to aid you when they saw you. There were two empty bottles of wine on the ground next to the bathtub, and you were slumped against the tub with your eyes closed and mouth open. Dean knelt down next to you before placing two fingers on your pulse point while Sam drained the tub.

"She's still alive. I think she's sleeping. Come on, we need to get her out of here," Dean sighed in disappointment.

"Dean, we need to do something about this," Sam commented as he helped his brother lift you out of the tub and onto the ground so they could dry you.

"I know, I just don't know what. You know how she'll react if we just take away all her wine. She'll get violent."

"All the more reason to. She's addicted to this stuff, and she'll die before this life could ever get her," Sam sighed as he lifted our body bridal style once you were dry.

"Come on, let's get her to her room before we raid it of all the alcohol I know she has in there," Dean sighed.

Sam and Dean talked to you about your problem, but you didn't see it like that. All you saw was a woman who enjoyed having a glass of wine... every hour. No, it wasn't a problem, because if it was, you would know about it. The brothers don't know what they're talking about because they don't know what you're going through.

Sure, you have the same kind of demons as they did due to hunting, but it was much more than that. It was like ever since that first sip of wine, everything clicked for you. This is the kind of drink you were meant to be drinking. Sam and Dean didn't know what they were talking about because they weren't you. If you wanted to stop, then you were going to stop.

But you didn't ever want to stop.

They took away all your wine in the Bunker, but you needed to buy some in secret. There was a secret stash hidden that they didn't know about, and you would only tap into it when you were sure they weren't going to bother you. Grabbing the thick bottle of wine, you popped the top before downing nearly a quarter of the liquid. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you drank. The need to stop was in the back of your mind, but your body wasn't letting you. After nearly finishing the bottle in an hour, you finally saw what Sam and Dean were trying to tell you all along.

You had an addiction, but it tasted too good to ever want to stop no matter how much it's killing you.