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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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He tilted his head, curious. And getting excited in just what she might be plotting. "I don't know. Why?"

"Guess we'll figure it out then," she said with a nod, grabbing one of the t-shirts frown the drawer and pulling it over her head. It hung a little baggier than she would have normally liked, but it would do for now. She was only going to get blood on it anyway.

"And if you're not -- well, I could always go in and run 'em out for you."

He thought for a moment. Hallowed ground meant a graveyard or a church. Castiel might get mad at him...

No, he didn't care because he hated them because they were mean to him.

"Fine." He started for the door, not bothering to find another shirt or put on his shoes again. He felt better with just his pants on. He could move better.

Ruby kept after him, before reaching for his arm to stop him. "Slow down, buddy. Don't even know where we're going yet."

"You said you were going to show me." Again, simple. "Show me."

"Alright, alright. Hold on."

And half a second later they were standing in front of a church not too far away but not all that close either. The church wasn't a grand cathedral, just a small little out of the way place for those in the area with a couple stained glass windows and a nice set of doors -- which were currently closed at the moment, as Father Jacob McCullen, a rather large and pointy thorn in her side was currently saying mass.

"C'mon. They're just about to get to the good part."

Sam stopped at the edge of the hallowed ground, looking down at his feet. He then took a step over the invisible line and waited to see if his foot would burn.

When it didn't, he looked up at Ruby with a sick smile on his face and moved to join her walking up the steps to the church door.

Ruby grinned, before leading the way into the room, and blowing the doors open with her TK. Every head in the church -- about fifteen of them all together -- snapped around, to look at them, but Ruby didn't even blink, just walking over to the nearest head she could find, and snapping his head around hard enough that the guy probably didn't even realize what had happened.

"Oops," she sighed as the body dropped back into the pew. "Did I do that?"

"You," Father McCullen snarled, scrambling backwards towards where the holy artifacts were kept for the holy water, while people just started running.

Sam stopped, looking up at the stained glass windows. They were all of angels looking down at him. He didn't even stop the people pushing past him to get out as he looked up at one angel in particular, staring into his eyes.

It looked familiar. And sad as it looked at him. Sam stared up with black eyes, then blinked back to hazel ones and took a step closer to the window.

Ruby was in the middle of a mass of people, letting the bodies just drop to the floor as she made her way to the front. She had lost focus on Sam, just losing herself in the carnage, and she had lost track of the priest as well.

With Sam moving towards one of the windows, though, that put him closer to the priest and the one that Father McCullen lashed out at first. He opened the vial, tossing the holy water at Sam's bare back hoping to push him back.

He saw the priest just before the water struck, his hazel eyes lost in confusion as to what he was doing there, and then the water hit and the pain lanced over his body as the smoke rose from his skin.

He hissed in pain, doubling over before he whipped his head around, snarling as his eyes went back to black. "Bad idea," he snarled and turned to stalk at the man. He grabbed a large candlestick from the display on the side and stalked towards him.

McCullen started to stumble backwards. He didn't have much more than the holy water to protect himself with at the moment, so he just continued to splash it back at him, heading towards the large font in the back of the church.

Sam was getting tired of the water and saw where the man was going. Not wanting him to get near that large amount of water, he reached out with his mind and grabbed the priest, flinging him away from it and at the alter, aiming to bash his head into the side of the large marble slab.

McCullen flew through the air, his body crashing into the altar and crumpling to the ground, blood gushing from a wound on his head. He didn't get up, but his head lifted slightly, looking at Sam with weary eyes. "You don't belong here."

Sam walked over and knelt down, looking at the priest with a look that might have been sympathetic if it wasn't for the black eyes.

"Why not? I was a child of god too. Bless me father, for I've sinned..." Sam smirked as he looked at the blood and licked his lips.

His vision was starting to get heavy, but he just continued to meet the demon's stare, doing his best not to show fear, though it was more than abundant. "There's no absolution without remorse. And you stopped being a child of God when you landed in Hell."

"I did nothing to go hell, padre. I was faithful. It was hell that made me into the demon."

Sam grabbed the candlestick and slammed it into the priest's head. "Tell God that Sam Winchester sends his regards," he snarled, then proceeded to bash the man's skull in as he funneled the hate he had into it.

Ruby finished with the pile of bodies she had in front of her, before stepping over them and making her way over to Sam, sliding her fingers together to maintain the feel of the blood between them.

"Have fun?"

Sam stood up and threw the candlestick at the body before wiping at his nose, sniffling.

"No. He burned me. I don't like being burnt."

He turned to look at her, then saw the angel window over her shoulder and the angel was looking at him again with sad eyes.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" he shouted at the glass, making it shatter along with all the other ones, raining down colored glass.

Ruby's arm came up to protect her face from the flying glass, feeling it dig into her arm a bit but otherwise shaking it off and looking back at him. "Feel better?"

"No."

He looked around at the broken glass and realized he was going to have to walk over it all on bare feet.

"I don't want to be here."

"Then you don't have to be," she replied, holding her hand out for his. "Let's go."

He looked at her hand, then shook his head. "No, you brought me here. I don't want to go with you again."

"Hey, this was just a one-time trip, Pinocchio. I promise you, next go round? Somewhere a lot more fun." Her other hand was starting to slide up her thigh lightly, pushing the t-shirt up just enough so he could get a hint of skin.

He stumbled back, moving away from her. "No. This wasn't fun." He was starting to slip back, the adrenaline from his anger giving way to sadness. His eyes started to look around in a fear of his own.

He was in big trouble now. He shouldn't have come here.

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