Part of you wondered if you'd taken things too far with the younger Winchester. You were a demon. A demon tasked with making Sam spiral. Getting him addicted. And after Dean's death? It truly wasn't all that hard.

Getting him hooked on your blood had been as easy as breathing.

And sleeping with him? Well... the angry, toxic love making was just a bonus in your eyes.

But when Dean was pulled from Hell... and angels came into the mix... things got a bit... complicated... including your feelings for Sam Winchester. A small, hidden part of you... felt guilty for what you were doing to him. The path you were leading him down... maybe it was the last shredded piece of your humanity attempting to claw its way out.

So, one night, as Sam waited out of the motel room, waiting for you, you couldn't help but notice the guarded expression on his face as you approached, holding up the flask like some sort of dealer...