#sam drinks

Sam is doing shots tonight here's the recipes their drinking and a bonus shot because Sam was mixing one reminiscent to it.

Street painter

1/2 jigger coffee liquor

1/2 jigger mint baylies

1 jigger butterscotch liquor

Sam had this shot at a parties and was trying to recreate it, they both failed and succeeded this is tasty if you like coffee flavor as the butterscotch elevates it.

Salty ball shots

1/2 rumchatta

1/2 buttsxhotch schnops

shaken with a pinch of salt

Dashes with salt after the shot is poured

This shot is learned from their mom, it is by far one of the most tasty drinks/shots they've ever had

Brown balls

1/2 jigger vodka

1 jigger butterscotch liquor

splash of mint coco baylie's or coco liquor 1/2 jigger

shaken with a dash salt

The or is because we ran out of ice so Sam has yet to try the second version (which is the just coco liquor) it was tasty which is why the dash of salt was needed.

twisted face shot

1/4 jigger machino cherry juice

1/4 jigger sour cherry juice

3/4 jigger pucker berry Dykup

1 jigger vodka

Shaken with frozen cherries instead of ice

Words: 379

Warnings: drinking, alcohol poisoning, unconscious Sam, worried Dean

Note: I was very  angry and betrayed when I wrote this, so I just shoved my feelings into a drabble-ish short angst thingy...

Sam sat on the floor of the kitchen, surrounded by bottles. Lots of them actually. Several empty beer bottles, two whiskey bottles, and a vodka bottle. One whiskey bottle was empty. The vodka bottle was knocked on its side, some of its contents spilled across the floor. Sam’s pants were soaked in it as well. He reeked of alcohol. Sam sat with his legs splayed out in front of him, his back against the counter. His head was hanging down, lolling against his chest. His hair was falling in his eyes. Drool dripped from his lips.

“What the ever-loving hell is this!” Dean had walked into the room and turned on the light, finding his brother sitting there, alone in the dark. Sam was unresponsive. Dean’s anger was suddenly turned to fear when he saw the bottles.

“Holy hell, did you drink all of this Sam? Sam!” He shook Sam’s shoulder, but Sam just fell over, hitting his head on the tile floor.

“Son of a bitch!”

Dean bent over and put his ear to Sam’s chest and was relieved to hear a heartbeat. His skin was a pale blue and his breathing was very shallow.

“Sammy, why did you do this, man?” Tears started to form in his eyes.

Dean thought about whether or not the bottles had been full. Clearly he drank all the beer – Dean counted 6 beer bottles. But the whiskey and the vodka? No way he could have drank all of that and still be alive. Dean had no way of knowing just how much Sam drank.

He saw the spilled vodka and the nearly full bottle of whiskey. So Dean figures Sam drank probably six beers and a bottle of whiskey. But the vodka? It was too hard to tell. However much it was - it was a shit ton. And Sam did have the bottles around him. Which means he may have planned to drink them.

“Sammy, what the hell man, what were you thinking?” He struggled to pick his brother off and carried him to the Impala. This was a trip to the hospital. Dean wasn’t taking any chances.

He was admitted quickly and hooked up to all kinds of tubes and machines. Dean was ready to give him a piece of his mind as soon as he woke up.

If he woke up.

Blue lagoka

Served in a pint glass (this is important):

1.5 finger pucker berry dykup

1.5 finger vodka

Ice

Pour over spite zero

Fruit sunset:

2 jigger brandy

2 jigger cherry pie (recipe to follow and I'll be experimenting with it too so you'll see updates)

Stir spoon of orange or rose simple syrup (sorry a friend made this for me and idk if you can find it)

Topped with sprite and ice in a low ball glass.

The bimbomb:

1.5 jigger vodka

.5 jigger Malibu rum

.25 jigger rose simple syrup

Shaken with ice

Poured non strained into low ball

Topped with sprite