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In Which there is Blood...

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I hate you.

Sam was angry. He was very angry and he didn't know what to do with that emotion. It was like a fire in him and he couldn't stay still. He wanted to go into a tree but he couldn't sit still. He wanted to hide in the Impala but Dean would find him. So he just kept walking, not caring where he went but he had to keep moving or he was going to do something he didn't want to do.

"Hey, watch where you're going, G!" A man in an oversized hoodie and low hung jeans shouldered Sam as he walked by, then turned around and yelled at Sam. The two men who were with him turned as well, smirking.

"You watch where you're going. You're the one who hit me," Sam stated over his shoulder, but he kept walking.

"Whoa, hold on a sec. Don't you be disrespecting me, boy." The thug grabbed Sam's shoulder and spun him around to look into his eyes, the gasped at the blackness. "What are you, some kinda freak?"

There was a deep hiss from Sam's throat and his hands clenched into fists. "I'm not a freak," he growled. And then he moved quickly, grabbing the arm on his shoulder and twisting it around. The bone snapped easily as the thug cried out in pain.

The two friends instantly moved to aid the hurt on, but Sam made quick work of them. Fists flew and Sam kept hitting until there were broken bones and blood covering his fists from the faces of his victims.

The rest of the gang appeared from the shadows and Sam just tilted his head. This felt good. It felt right. This is what his angry part wanted to do and he just smirked at the rest of the gang as they surrounded him. His eyes watched the chains and the knives come out of pockets and he just lowered his center and hissed softly.

"Let's show this freak who's boss."

They didn't realize they were going against a demon, and a demonic Winchester at that. They never stood a chance as Sam moved through them like a hot knife through butter. And he was laughing as he took them down. His hand wrapped around a knife at one point and the punching and kicking turned to deadly slicing and stabbing. Soon, Sam was covered in the blood of the gang members as one by one, they fell to his feet struggling for life.

"FREEZE!"

Sam held his arm up to block the bright light of the cop car's spotlight. The police officer had his gun aimed at Sam, but Sam could taste the fear rolling off him. "Drop the Knife!"

"Why would I do that?" Sam asked. He lowered his arm and started for the cop, standing tall.

"DON'T MOVE!"

"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?!" Sam taunted, taking another step closer. He tilted his head, a sick smirk on his lips.

Two gunshots rung out and Sam felt them impact into his chest. He staggered back a few steps but remained upright. His head snapped back to looking at the cop and he snarled. "That wasn't nice."

He took aim and threw the knife, and it embedded itself in the cop's throat. Before the cop managed to stagger back into his seat, Sam moved and was in front of him, pulling the knife out and stabbing the cop again and again in a frenzy.

He didn't stop until the cop stopped moving, and he stood up and wiped his arm across his face, then licked the blood that was on his lips. And then he started to laugh because it felt so damn good.

Sam finally felt alive.

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She licked her lips slightly as she walked over, running her eyes all over him as she did. She knew he was spoiling for another fight, but she had a better idea, some way where they could both get theirs.

"Are you kidding? Every demon in ten miles felt you going off. I just happened to get here first."

She reached forward, letting her fingers run through the sticky drying blood on his clothes. "I always thought you had so much potential, but damn, Pinocchio, even I underestimated you a bit. You're a hell of a demon, Sam."

He looked down at her hand, then up at her. He was cautious, but the way she looked at him was something familiar and it was interesting. He wanted more of that.

"Does it matter what I am?"

He grabbed her arm, pulling her closer so that he was face to face with her, using his height to lift her arm just enough to keep her off balance. "What. Do. You. Want?" he snarled right into her ear.

She grinned slightly as she let her free hand rest on his chest, staying close and not caring if she got any on her clothes. They were most likely coming off anyway.

"I want you to just give in to what you are, Sam. Take what you want. Take your pleasure where you want it. You're stronger than all of this, all of them. And I could make you even stronger, if you just let me."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. "I want you afraid of me," he growled pressing her up against the side of the car. His hand with the knife went to her throat, holding it there.

Her eyes went up at him, not giving him any fear. She wanted to frustrate him, push him further over the edge until he stayed this way. She didn't want him regressing. Not by a long shot.

"That knife's not gonna do you any good on this body, Sam, and you know it." And her own knife was far far away. She wasn't risking an accident. "There are better ways to make me scared." Her hand started to trail down his side, pressing her body up against his using the car for leverage, leaving her lips in inches of his. "Better ways to have some fun. Lots of things I could show you."

The knife was being pressed against her throat just enough to draw a little blood. She could feel it run down her throat, slipping into the cleavage of her shirt. Jake would have taken advantage of that. She was kind of curious if Sam would do the same.

Sam was already a demon. He didn't thirst for the blood of his own kind. He wanted to feel the human blood on his hands. So her blood meant nothing to him.

He felt her body press against his and he groaned deep in his throat before turning black eyes to her. He watched her a moment, not moving away as the smirk came to his lips.

"Then show me."

She heard the sirens going off in the distance, and she turned to look, before pushing away from the car a bit. "Not here. Somewhere a little more private."

She knew that the urge to kill was still there, but she had to teach him a little bit of restraint first. Sex was just as good for blowing off steam, and that was lesson number too. She leaned in, pulling him into a rough, teasing kiss, just teasing him with what she had to offer before pulling away and heading back in the direction she came. "C'mon, Pinocchio. We got some work to do."

He turned to look as well, tempted to move away and wait for them. See if they screamed this time. The thugs had screamed, and he wondered what the cops sounded like when they died without having their throats cut first.

He bet the squealed like stuck pigs.

Then she was kissing him and another urge rose to the top of his list. His fingers started to come up and grab her face before she pulled away and he looked between her and the approaching flashing lights, debating on what he wanted more.

He could find other humans to kill later. Wiping the knife off on the cop's uniform, he held onto it as he ran after her, waiting to see where she led him.

They didn't go far. The nearest motel was actually pretty damn close, so it wasn't long before she was kicking one of the doors open and pulling him inside, closing the door behind them and pushing him up against it leaning in close and leaning in so that she was close enough to kiss again.

"Still remember how to do this, big boy, or do you need me to give a tutorial?"

The feelings he was getting from her kisses were driving him crazy and he didn't know exactly why. That bastard Alastair had cut so much away but he would be damned if he didn't remember it.

She wanted him to take, so he would fucken take. He growled and grabbed her hair, pulling it back hard with one hand as his other reached up and pressed against her forhead.

He then reached into her mind, looking for what she wanted him to remember. Flesh. Heat. Taste. Thrust. He tiled his head to the side, eyes closed as he felt her lust wash over him.

She didn't fight him, just gave him the time to process. Sometimes demons didn't come back with all the sins intact. Sometimes they needed to relearn a few things and Ruby was willing to be patient enough for that.

In the meantime though, that didn't mean she couldn't touch herself. Her hands wandered over her his shirt, pulling it away from him, so that she could get under the material and feel skin. Once he released her head, she would lean forward and taste the combination of him and the metallic texture of the blood there, but until then, her hands would just have to do for now.

He felt the lust swell up in him and he let go of her memories and then leaned down, his lips pressing against hers hard and claiming, impatient.

Soon he would let her go so his hands could rip at her clothing, wanting to get down to flesh on flesh.

Once he started to get with the program, she went with him, tearing at the shirt until it was being forced off his shoulders and the skin was exposed. Once he started tearing hers off, she started to back towards the bed, pulling him with her as she nipped at his lips in the kiss.

He followed her, pushing her onto the bed before crawling on top of her. He didn't care if his bullet wounds were still dripping blood on her body, or that he was half covered in the blood of others. He wanted to follow this urge and she was going to damn well serve his needs.

She didn't particularly care about the blood either. In fact, if anything it turned her on more. It just added another sensation to the whole thing. It was a different kind of friction and made the whole thing a little more messy and depraved and that was how she liked it.

She just pulled him in closer when he crawled over her, her fingers digging in to his skin as she pushed closer, letting her body press up closer to hers.

His hands moved, taking off the rest of the fabric between them and not caring much for the condition they would be in. Finally he pinned her to the bed, wedgeing his body between her legs and thrust himself deep into her hard.

As he did that, he bent over and bit her neck, not aiming to draw blood but to leave a mark of dominance. She wanted him to take her, and he was doing it and he would make sure the bitch remembered who the hell was the powerful one here.

Her nails dug in to whatever skin there was when he thrust into her, back arching off the bed with a moan. That plus the bite on her neck was enough to give a bit of a growl, pushing back against it. If he wanted to dominate here, he was going to have to earn it, and power was only going to get him so far.

She had been doing this a lot longer than he have, and she had a trick or two of her own up her sleeve.

He wasn't caring about getting her off. This was all about him and sating his lust. His thrusts were hard and fast and not at all caring about her more than just a body in a bed. If she got used too quickly, he'd just go find another.

But right now she was open and hot and he was taking her. As he got closer to his edge, he gave a soft groan, his breath speeding up and his hips pounding into her even harder.

It wasn't the actual physicality she was getting off on, it was the way he was just taking what he needed. The power that lay under his skin and how he was using it. And when his speed picked up, she shifted her hips to move with him just enough so that he was hitting that spot inside of her, intentionally or not, and soon she was flying over the edge, her body trembling under him.

She didn't let herself lapse, though -- benefit of being a demon was that she could separate the two. Her hips continued to meet his rhythm, looking to pull him with her.

When he finally hit his edge he gave a strangled cry, his teeth gritted as he emptied himself into her. But he wasn't done yet, and he stayed hard in her. But they needed to move. Something different.

"Turn over," he ordered, and didn't wait but instead pulled out of her and went to grab her hips. "On your knees."

She did as she was told, rolling over and bracing herself on her knees, before glancing back at him over her shoulder. "Like this?" she smirked, rolling her hips back against his as she waited for him to climb over her again.

He slapped her ass, then grabbed onto her hair and pulled on it roughly as he thrust back into her. "I'll say one thing, you are an obedient little bitch," he growled into her ear.

Her head fell back with the yank and she grinned, rolling her hips with his as he thrust inside her. "I am when it gets me what I want."

"I don't care what the fuck you want," he pointed out, tugging her hair. "This is about me, not you."

"Oh, it's always been about you, Sammy," she said with a grin, shifting her hips a bit and arching her back with a heady moan as he continued to thrust into her. "But that doesn't mean I can't get mine too."

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