Title: Congratualtipons on Your Success

Disclaimer: Saying it doesn't make it not true...

Summary: E/O Drabble Challenge. Fortunate.

A/N: I know, it's me, abject apologies. I just wanted to play SO BAD. Gaelic came over this weekend and I forgot to post. I'm sorry. And my computer said this was 100 words but FFnet said it was 97 so I may be over a few words. Deal with it.

"I'll be in soon," he lied, without looking at her.

Staring into the darkness that was a year old tonight, he lifted his tumbler of whiskey, unfortunately no amount of liquor seemed to numb the pain.

A year and he still agonized. The wound an abyss of never-ending grief, just like six months ago, a week ago, a day, an hour.

The breath-he-just-took ago.

Drinking deeply, he closed his eyes against the burn. From his throat, his eyes…his heart.

No one knew, a year ago, Sam Winchester had thrown himself into hell and had saved the world.

For everyone but Dean.