The Only Prescription for spn_30snapshots

Title: The Only Prescription
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Sam
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #20, Thirst
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: That’s not really what it meant.

It’s not like there wasn’t a list of drinks he could choose from. There was juice and bottled water in the mini-fridge by the cabinet. Outside stood a Coke machine where he could grab himself a soda or a Powerade in exchange for a few quarters.

Dean was thirsty. But not really. His throat wasn’t parched, his lips weren’t dry. But he was shaking, hands trembling out of his control. His head throbbed relentlessly and he felt restless, anxious…overwhelmed by this thirst.


He needed a drink. He tried telling himself he wanted a drink. The truth, as far as his body was concerned, was that he needed a drink. A few swigs of whiskey straight from the bottle. Hell, he’d even settle for a few cans of shitty beer. Ten hours. It had been ten hours and he was already twitching like a smackhead.

Even though he’d promised Sam, he was relatively certain that if he was alone, he’d find himself some alcohol in a hot second. Breaking a promise to his brother was not exactly a habit for Dean, but the booze…that was a habit. He tried to tell himself that even if Sam wasn’t sitting there in the same room, he’d still keep his promise to stop. But he was fairly sure he was lying to himself about that.

Taken Over for spn_30snapshots

Title: Taken Over
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Castiel, mentions of Dean, Sam and Bobby
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #01, Dark
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: One thing for which Castiel can be thankful.

He could feel it, almost always. Tucked away into a tiny corner, he knew it all. Walking straight in on a preacher’s sermon and making the man choke on his own tongue. Carefully manipulating events so that the world created by the one who’d gone before him could improve. He cringed at his dismissal of Dean and Sam Winchester, and of Robert Singer, who’d taken him in like family all this time.

The souls were overtaking him now, making him feel less and less, never giving him a moment to break out of the prison in which he’d trapped himself.

He’d done terrible things. Not as terrible as what his missing Father had done over the millennium, but still, good intentions or not, he’s never meant for everything to get so out of hand.

Castiel could feel all of it, hear it, he knew everything that was happening, But wherever he was, it was completely dark. Not a speck of light, nothing to allow him to actually see any of it. He knew what it was, but not being able to see himself do it from his dark corner wherever this was…he was grateful for that, at least.