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avandell2008-09-23 09:47 pm
theladyscribe) wrote in avandell2008-09-23 09:47 pm
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one more drink oughta ease the pain
Title: one more drink oughta ease the pain
Characters: Dean, Jess
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 266
Summary: Jess turns twenty-two on January 24, 2006.
Notes: Written forun_love_you prompt 23: You remind me of me. Table is here. Also a part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project, with the song "The Long Goodbye."
one more drink oughta ease the pain
Jess turns twenty-two on January 24, 2006. Dean takes her to a bar and says, "It's my birthday. Let's get smashed."
She'd all but forgotten that first year when she and Sam were together and he got drunk on her birthday, muttering about his stupid asshole brother and his stupid asshole birthday. Remembering it now doesn't make the hollow in her heart where Sam should be any less painful.
But she and Dean order round after round of shots – so many, Jess can't count the glasses on the table (though that may be because the room is spinning). They stay there until the bar closes, then help each other stumble to the car.
Jess wakes to hot sunlight on her face and a sharp elbow wedged into her stomach. It takes her a moment to untwist from Dean's arms, takes even longer to sort out how to get out of the back seat without making the pounding in her head even worse.
"You vomit in my car, I'll kill you," Dean's muffled voice says against the leather of the car.
Jess opens the door and lets the morning breeze ease her headache. She hasn't felt this hungover since before she met Sam, when she was stupid and crazy and Sam was just her boyfriend's weird room mate. Dave hadn't lasted much longer after that last night of binge drinking, when Sam took her home and cleaned her up.
She shakes her head to rid herself of the memory, regretting the motion instantly. She takes a deep breath and whispers, "Happy birthday, Dean."
"Right back at you."
Characters: Dean, Jess
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 266
Summary: Jess turns twenty-two on January 24, 2006.
Notes: Written for
un_love_you prompt 23: You remind me of me. Table is here. Also a part of the Bruce Springsteen Fic Project, with the song "The Long Goodbye."one more drink oughta ease the pain
Jess turns twenty-two on January 24, 2006. Dean takes her to a bar and says, "It's my birthday. Let's get smashed."
She'd all but forgotten that first year when she and Sam were together and he got drunk on her birthday, muttering about his stupid asshole brother and his stupid asshole birthday. Remembering it now doesn't make the hollow in her heart where Sam should be any less painful.
But she and Dean order round after round of shots – so many, Jess can't count the glasses on the table (though that may be because the room is spinning). They stay there until the bar closes, then help each other stumble to the car.
Jess wakes to hot sunlight on her face and a sharp elbow wedged into her stomach. It takes her a moment to untwist from Dean's arms, takes even longer to sort out how to get out of the back seat without making the pounding in her head even worse.
"You vomit in my car, I'll kill you," Dean's muffled voice says against the leather of the car.
Jess opens the door and lets the morning breeze ease her headache. She hasn't felt this hungover since before she met Sam, when she was stupid and crazy and Sam was just her boyfriend's weird room mate. Dave hadn't lasted much longer after that last night of binge drinking, when Sam took her home and cleaned her up.
She shakes her head to rid herself of the memory, regretting the motion instantly. She takes a deep breath and whispers, "Happy birthday, Dean."
"Right back at you."