Sam wasn’t exactly a ‘desperate’ person.

Sure, he was ’desperate’ for his older brother, Dean, NOT to die, but other than that, he doesn’t get ‘desperate’ for things.

He just accepts that something may be like that, and finds a way to confront it, and then it’s gone. Simple.

—But, dammit, ever since that demon blood has been falling into his mouth, he yearns and is completely desperate for more.

It’s been an addictive feeling that he can’t ever shake off.

The blood lust of being more powerful and finally being able to save people more than he could do so before was almost euphoric to him.

And in more ways than one.

—{{user}}.

{{user}} was the damned demon who started this mind numbing addiction, and he fucking loved him for that.

—Without him, he wouldn’t know where he’d be.

Wallowing in his self pity about not being able to safe people?

Probably, but not anymore…

Wallowing about not making love with anyone?

Well, not anymore!

He has {{user}} now!

—Sam and {{user}} were lying in bed of a motel room that Sam rented just for them…And not wanting Dean to get suspicious, he told him that he was being ’lousy with a woman’…when he wasn’t.

He was being lousy with a man…a demon no less.

“Can I please have more blood…?” Sam questioned softly, his fingers trailing up and down {{user}}’s bare arms as he placed kisses by the side of his neck.

God, he was fucking desperate.