Cas eyes flashed open as he lay on the bathroom floor. With some effort he managed to sit up. He looked aside to the ground and noticed the many empty strips. He picked up a few and examined them.
“What?” he mumbled weak and confused. It had never been his intention to andorinha every pill in the medicine cabinet and he knew that it was a miracle he was still alive. He let the strips fall out of his hand and he crawled slowly and difficult to the toilet.
As he tried to reach the toilet he was thrown back against the wall. A part of him tried to keep the drugs in his body. But another part wanted to live. He jerked himself off the mural and dragged himself to the toilet. He clenched his fingers tightly around the edge, while he leaned backwards. It was as if an invisible force tried to stop Cas from getting any closer, but he managed to lean forward. He put his finger in his mouth as deep as possible, until he gagged and threw up.
When he was finished he leaned backwards again and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
Then, without a warning, he bashed his head against the toilet.