Darkened Mind (Sequel to Broken Soul (Supernatural/Dean Winchester))

Drunk and Clueless

"Got all your things?" Sam asks, closing the trumk to the impala.

I nod and make my way to the passanger seat. Seconds later Sam hops into the driver's seat and we're off.

Hours pass and we do nothing but listen to the radio. I begin to feel sleepy as my head presses against the cool window. My eyes get heavy and before i know it, I'm asleep.

I dream about Dean and I living a white picket fence life. Everything is beautiful and wonderful and we're happy. Then the room turns grey and dark. I look over to Dean, who was eating a pie on the living room couch, to see him no longer there. I hear a bang and look behind me at the stairs.  More noise erupts and i start to panic. All of a sudden I'm stabbed from behind and i turn around to see Dean's black eyes staring into mine. I wake with a panic.

"Alice? You okay?" Sam looks at me worried.

Sitting up i answer. "I'm fine. Where are we?"

"At out next checkstop."

I pull into a hotel which looks worse than the last one. The roof shingles seem to be rotting and the numbers and doorknobs to each door seem to be rusted. The doors themselves seem to have peeling paint, along with the motel sidings.

After we check in and bring our bags to our rooms we plop ourselves on the checker bedspreads on each of the 2 beds.

"I need a drink," i blurt out in the silence.

"We have water in one of the ba-" Sam was interupted by me.

"I mean something alcoholic. Vodka, whiskey, even just a beer." i look over to Sam laying on his bed. "You know, i saw a pub when we drove in here."

Sam looks back at me. He begins to sit up. "Grab your coat."

With a leap of joy i spring from my bed and we both drive to the pub.

It smells like peanuts and sweat and of course alcohol but hey, that's the price I'm willing to pay.

"What will it be for ya," a slightly irish sounding bartender asks.

"I'll just have a beer," Sam says.

"Gin martini please," i say with a smile.

After many hours later, we are left sitting on the bar stools completely drunk. Countless shots will do that to people. As Sam now sits drinking a scotch and i something Sam ordered me that has too much vodka for one human being, we talk.

"Do you know whats weird?" Sam starts. I look over at him while sipping my drink. "We call silver cutlery silverwear but we dont call gold cutlery goldwear."

"Who has gold cutlery?" i laugh.

"Gold makers." Sam retorts.

"Gold comes from the earth. It's an element," i overpronounce to last word.

"I know." Sam's quiet as he takes a drink. "God. God made the metal so he's a gold maker."

We both laugh. Nothings really funny but too much tequila makes it funny.

Sam looks over at me as I take a drink. "Next time i meet a rich person I'll ask them if they call their gold cutlery goldwe-" Sam stops in the middle of his words.

I remove the edge of my glass from my lips and lower it. I furrow my brows at the mixed look of of fear, worriment and anger in Sam's face. I put the glass down on the counter.

"What's wrong?" i ask.

Sam doesn't say anything. He just gets up from his stool and walk straight out of the door. I follow his, shouting at him to stop.

I finally catch up to him at the car. He finally says something.

"You promised," Sam says,trying not to yell.

I near him as he leans up against the impala.

"Wh-what are you talking about? What promise?"

Sam grabs my wrist, pulling me closer to him. He rolls up my sleeve to reveal my arm, all slashed and scarred. I don't even look down at my arm. I just look at Sam's face. More pain fills his expression.

He look back at me with watery eyes. "You promised you'd stop! You pronised you would get better!"

"Well I'm not better and i keep waiting for someone to figure that out!" I snap. "All this crap that has happened, i feel like i have nothing good left in my life!"

Its silent for a minute before Sam speaks again. "You have me."

I look up to his eyes. They were now so caring and friendly.

"I have you," i say in almost a whisper.

All of a sudden Sam's head dips down. His lips crash into mine and a swirl of alcohol and butterflies are in my stomach. Slowly the kiss becomes more agressive and i still dont pull away. Sam's tongue asks for entrance and i grant it. His tongue explored my mouth and a groan comes from inside me. Sam begins to to search his hands up my waist and under my long sleeve shirt. I move my hand down his jeans and begin to palm his crotch with ms hand. Sam's hand moves under my bra and begins to massage my breasts with his large hands. With a groan, i tilt my head back momentarily. I reach my free hand to the handle of the backseat door and open it. We both crawl inside, spining around so i go first.

Sam grinds against me as i lay under him on the car seat. I remove his shirt and he does mine. Sam's head dips down to my neck and sucks on my skin, bruising it. I moan in great pleasure. Especially as he begins massaging my breasts again. His fingers dip inside my bra cup. One of his hands reach down to my pants. He starts kissing down my shoulder and down my arm, over my scars and cuts. He then raises his head,looking me up and down. I saw a small frown form on his face as he looked at my ribcage sticking out. That look soon washes away and he dips down and starts sucking on my neck again. The last this i remember feeling before blacking out is Sam's fingers curling around my waistband.