A Tale Of Multifandom By Blurdle

Chapter Nineteen: Always Keep Fighting Is Easier Said Than Done - Blunk

One hour earlier.

Sam looked around him in confusion and back at his phone.

Messages

You
Dude, where are you?

Sherlock Holmes (college)
Garden. -SH

You
That's where I am.

Sherlock Holmes (college)
I know, I see you. - SH

You 

Where?

Sherlock Holmes (college)
Behind the garage - SH

–

Sam looked at his left, not being able to see Sherlock looking back at him. He walked over to the garage and looked around the corner where he found Sherlock sitting on the ground, staring at his own feet, smoking a cigarette.

"Want one?" Sherlock said as he held a cigarette up for Sam.

"No, thanks."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. You quit smoking."

"Yeah, I- Wait, how did you know-"

"Are you really going to ask me that? I mean, it's pretty obvious. You clearly show signs of a recovering addict. And the way you always have something in your hands it's obvious your addiction had something to do with something you needed to hold, and I'm guessing you aren't the typ to do drugs so smoking it must be.

"Yeah..." Sam said nervously, "that's it," he said as he sat down next to Sherlock.

Sherlock looked up to Sam. "Wait, am I wrong? No... Really? You?"

"What?"

"A drug addict? Really?"

"What? No, I-"

Sherlock took a drag from his cigarette. "Damn, I can't remember the last time I was wrong about something... I guess you really are as interesting as I said you would be. So, weed or something stronger?"

"Uhm, variant types."

"So, who made you quit?"

"Who says someone did? Who says I didn't want to quit myself."

"Speaking out of experience, I doubt it," Sherlock said as he took another drag from his cigarette.

"Wait did you-"

"Yup, but my brother said that if I didn't get my life together myself, he would send me to one of those rehab programs. So I didn't have much choice."

"Same, or well, kinda. I did wanna quit myself too... But whatever, let's not talk about that at a party. We should be having fun."

"True that. But are you sure you don't want a cigarette. It's not the same as drugs ya know. It's the only thing I can smoke without having my brother get too mad at me."

Sam thought for a second before putting his hand in front of Sherlock. "I guess one won''t kill me."

"I mean, very slowly maybe, but yeah, they say that soda does the same." Sherlock said as he put a cigarette in Sam's hand.

–

One hour later, dining hall, which was basically turned into a dance floor.

"Hey, where is your brother actually?!" Amy shouted over the loud music.

"I don't know!" Castiel shouted back. "Maybe I should go look for him, I am kinda the one who dragged him here in the first place!"

"Sure! I'll come with you."

They left the dance floor, where they had been dancing with Amy's friend for the past half hour and made their way to the living room, where they found two very drunk boys sitting together on the couch, one persons' legs crossed over the other persons' legs, playing Mario Kart against two girls.

"Hey Gabriel," Castiel said as he tapped on Gabriel's shoulder, making Gabriel jump for half a second before realizing it was his brother who tapped on his shoulder.

"Oh, hi Cassie!" Gabriel said back happily

"I was worried cause I hadn't seen you in a while but I see you found a way to amuse yourself."

"Totally buckaroo."

"What?"

"What?"

"Gabriel, are you drunk."

Gabriel looked over at Dean. "Maybe a little," he said, making himself and Dean giggle.

"Well, I guess I'll be the one driving us home tonight."

"What?!" Amy shouted, slightly disappointed. "I thought we were gonna get drunk tonight!"

"Apparently, I got no choice," Castiel said as he looked at his very drunk brother who was having trouble not dropping the Wii controller on the floor. "Oh well, at least he seems to be having fun. Anyway, wanna go back to the dance floor?", Castiel asked Amy.

"Sure, let me just get a beer in the kitchen first, as I promised myself never to stay sober at a party when I don't have to," Amy said proudly.

"That's a good promise," Castiel chuckled.

"It sure is."

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( ok i have nothing to say, after the tenth note, it gets a bit harder to think of something. also if the text thing still looks weird. don't worry, turdle will edit it later, my laptop won't let me do the thing, whatever, you'll see. bye and good luck turdle. )