Title: Subterranean Homesick Blues
Genre/pairing: h/c, gen, brief mention of Dean/OFC
Rating: R for themes
Spoilers: None post-Lazarus Rising.
Warnings: Drug addiction, drug use, drug withdrawal, flashbacks, panic attacks, PTSD, self-harm.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue! Title credit Bob Dylan.
Summary: A series of tiny heart attacks.
Written for this prompt in the h/c meme: Unknown to Sam, Dean has been reliant on anti-anxiety medication since he got back from Hell. [...] One day he wakes up to find that Sam has thrown out all his pills, painkillers, tranqs and booze: he's decided it's time for his brother to sober up. Dean tries to warn him how bad things will get, but Sam still isn't prepared for what happens.
"No reason to get excited," the thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke,
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
Author's Notes: This is another installment in the Born to Run series. The other parts are Talkin' World War III Blues and Bird on a Wire. Hope you enjoy, I appreciate feedback as I'm not sure where this is going yet, but it keeps running away from me! Bonus points if anyone knows where all the quotes came from, I will gift you some batteries.
( Read more...Collapse )
( death or gloryCollapse )
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head
( I peeked out from the manhole cover, wondering who turned the lights onCollapse )