You didn’t know what happened.

One minute you were at a mini concert with Sam, having the night of your life. The next someone knocked you over the head. Out cold.

When you woke up you weren’t yourself anymore.

At first you were stunning. Alluring. Impossible to resist. Then you were hungry.

Killing boys, feeding to stay with way you looked. Pretending to be fine when Sam and Dean drove themselves up the wall trying to figure out who or what was targeting all these men.

But no demon escaped the Winchesters. Not even you.

So here you were - starving, Dean and your boyfriend Sam starting to look ravishing in the cannibalism sense, the succubus so embedded in its possession of you that it became you. Dean wanted to splash you with holy water and shove salt down your throat until they could communicate with the demon itself - Sam couldn’t bear to hurt you.

So Sam chose to taunt you instead, his heart aching as all your insecurities tumble out of his lips.

“I am still socially relevant,” You snarl.

“And when you didn’t need laxatives to stay skinny,” Sam chokes out, the words personally aching him.

But that works.

Something in you shifts. Less you more the demon, for a moment your voice almost distorts.

“I am going to eat your soul and shit it out!” You shriek, your words drenched in fury as you fight your restraints, Sam flinching and reeking of guilt.