Fan Fic - Blood

Title: Blood
Author: Bookwrm17
Word Count: 612
Rating: PG-13 for squick
Summary: Sam has a drinking problem. A speculative fic based on this spoiler.


Blood

He couldn’t remember the first time he had tasted demon blood. He’d been too innocent, blissfully unaware of what had been taking place. Just a few drops, and from what Azazel had shown him, they’d gone down smoothly, without a single protest from little baby Sammy.

He’d been a good deal less innocent by the second time, but he had still thought it was disgusting. It had been Ruby’s host’s blood – or her blood – he wasn’t quite sure what the difference was, but Ruby insisted there was one. He’d swallowed just a little from a cut on her hand to see if her theory would work. It had tasted like a mixture of copper and sulfur.

The third time had been the blood of a demon they’d hunted down and trapped. He’d already been mortally wounded during the pursuit, so there was no way the host could survive. That was the only reason he’d let Ruby slit his throat and bleed him dry. That much blood should have been an enormous boost to his powers, but he’d vomited most of it back up. Ruby had held his hair out of his face and gently rubbed his back and assured him that it was ok, that they could try again, but her disappointment had been palpable. His probably had been, too.

The fourth time, out of consideration for his stomach, Ruby had bled the captive demon just enough to fill a glass. He’d felt like such a child as she’d handed it to him that he’d thought a plastic cup with a curly straw might have been more appropriate. Drink up, sweetie; it’s better than mother’s milk. Afterwards, he’d felt queasy, but he’d managed to keep it all down.

The fifth time they’d done the same, but the host had managed to survive, in spite of their predictions. The look of terror and disgust she’d given him had been enough to convince him to tell Ruby that it was the last time. She’d objected, but he’d insisted, and she never had been able to make him do anything he didn’t want to do.

Dean had come back shortly after that, and he’d seen Ruby less and less frequently. When they did meet, in secret, and usually at night, she didn’t argue the blood issue. Occasionally she’d bring it up, and he’d refuse again, and that would be that. More often she just gave him a pointed look after a particularly difficult exorcism. Sometimes she did nothing at all, but he could tell she was thinking about it. Ruby didn’t fight him; she simply pressed.

Finally, he gave in. The sixth time he tasted demon blood was like the fourth and the fifth, but it seemed stranger after going several months without it. Oddly enough, though, he found it less disgusting, and the accompanying rush of power was that much better for it. The pride in Ruby’s eyes was unmistakable. There’s a good boy.

The seventh time, Ruby insisted that he slit the demon’s throat himself. No more relying on her, she said, time for Sammy to do his own chores. This time, the host was still alive, as far as they could tell, but Lilith was getting closer and closer to her goal by the hour. Time was running out; he couldn’t afford to wait for the socially conscious victims anymore.

He took the knife from Ruby’s hand and killed a man without hesitation. Little boy’s all grown up now. The blood was still warm as he drank it all down in one go. He felt strong, powerful, and invincible. He filled the glass again. This time, he didn’t even notice the taste.