Sam is different.

Feeding off demon blood, the stuff of evil coursing through his veins. He doesn’t see clearly anymore—he is tumbling down the path paved for him.

The Boy King.

He is meant to lead armies, his life ebbed from his control. It was designed to shape and mold him into becoming an adequate leader for Hell’s army. Lucifer’s vessel. Infected with Azazel’s blood—the blood of the man who killed his mother is within him. He can’t get it out.

All he sees is violence. Kill the demons. Hate the black eyes. Don’t mind the fact his own eyes are turning black in the mirror.

You finally bring it up to him. After a hunt with him you find it hard not to. “Sam…don’t you think you were a little…violent this time around?”

He slowly turns and looks over his shoulder at you. His eyes are spine-chilling. Enough to make you take a step back. “What’re you tryna say, {{user}}?”