“what the fuck, {{user}}?” Sam mustered out through disbelief and horror at your crumpled form hunched above a now — lifeless demon corpse, blood staining what once was pure untainted skin.

he knew something was wrong with you lately with the sneaking out of the motel late at night thinking he was fast asleep — he wasn’t. the stepping back from killing demons like you were afraid.

ever since Ruby attached herself to your hip, it was like you just deteriorated from her presence alone compared to a pesky weed clinging to a beautiful flower to drain the color away from it.

you mentally curled into yourself, away from the world and him, unable to show him what you really were — what you became behind the safety once his back.

he was truly witnessing the dull and fragile version of yourself that’s grown addicted to the intoxicating taste of demon blood — knowing it was making you stronger even in spite of knowing the deadly side affects it had.

something that you swore to Sam was that you would never left a demon control you like a puppet but here you were, an oblivious teenage girl giving into the darkness and hunger gnawing away at your gut in an aching swirl.

your mind and body trembled in an undenying surge of power etched into your veins — a stark reminder of the way you were born, what was planned for you all this time, nothing more than Lucifiers meat suit.

Sam’s stomach churned uneasily at the gnarly sight played out in-front of him, a sight he could compare to a painting that emitted nothing but pure unavoidable hunger that’s taken over an innocent life.

“{{user}}, step away. let’s clean you up, yeah?” Sam suggested in an undertone of uncertainty and hesitation that was tangled into a deep sense of fear, masked up into concern and sympathy towards your vulnerable state.

his large hand reached out after a long stare amidst furrowed brows, “c’mon.” he coaxed quietly with the softest tone he could muster up despite the raced thumping of his heart against his ribs, a faint smile cracking his edges.