Unknowing to Him, Sam Steps onto the Darker Path...

[likely_evil]

ooc: for mad_muses prompt: I hope you know what you’re doing.

Age 132. Year is 2114

It was a rough year for the Initiative. The complex was still just a dream, and the demons were hard to get on his side in the battle for a line of peace between the two species. War was hard, and it was taking it's toll on the immortal Winchester - more so than on any of the other humans. After all, it was certain that the demon who could take out Sam Winchester was going to become a legend.

And in 2114, that legend almost happened. His name was Andras, and to some he was considered one of the princes of Hell. His strategy was strong - separating Sam from the safety of his followers and then locking him in a warehouse in which no angel or lesser demon could enter or exit - including that of his Ruby.

Sam put up a strong fight, but his biggest weakness was that he was still human and needed certain things to survive. Food and water being the two major items. Andras, however, had an ego and wouldn't let his victory come from just plain starvation. He wanted to break Sam down as far as he could both mentally and physically before dealing the final blow. Then he could drag the body out to lay it at the feet of his followers and start to take them down.

He almost won, too. But Andras was not expecting that some of his rivals would stoop so low as to take this moment from him and send in their own spies into his legion. The world turned on the night that Felicia made her way to the room Sam was kept chained to the floor. Kneeling beside him, she didn't speak at first, but instead pulled out a silver knife from her boot.

"So he's sent you to finish the job?" Sam spat on the floor, barely able to life his head. "Coward."

"I don't work for Andras. Now listen to me, Sam Winchester. You have one chance to escape this with your life." She looked at him dead in the eye. "I'm going to give you access to more power than you ever realized you had, and in return you're going to make sure Andras doesn't cause problems for anyone else on earth, or in hell. That's the deal."

"And what, ten years I go to hell? I'm not at a crossroads..."

"And I'm not that kind of demon." Felicia rolled her eyes. "Clocks ticking, Winchester. You want out of here or not?"

Sam looked deep into her eyes with his hazel ones. They were still hazel back then. He could see that there was something more here - he did this and he might get free now, but there was something waiting on the other side of the door he wasn't going to like. He may not see it now, but it would come back to bite him.

But Sam hadn't lived this long taking it easy.

"Deal."

Felicia smirked, then pulled up her sleeve. She cut a line along her flesh, letting the blood start to seep out. "Drink."

"You've got to be kidding me..."

"Those demon powers of yours come from somewhere, Sam. You had a taste as a baby. You want to get your strength back, put your delicate sensibilities aside and think like a demon for once. Now drink."

He licked his lips, hedging on the decision. Then the scent his his nose and a more primal part of his mind reacted and he was suddenly very thirsty. He should have been scared at that, but he just followed his instincts and grabbed her arm. The salty taste of her flesh and blood against his lips was new, but it stated a deeper part of him. His grip on her arm tightened as he drank in earnest, and he thought he heard the demon moan.

She pulled away too soon and he reached for her. Laughing, she stood up and took out a scarf to wrap her arm in. "Oh no, Winchester. You want more, you'll have to find your own source. This was just an offering."

There was a snarl that escaped his lips, then he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He could feel the blood flowing through him. He could feel the power and it felt good. Right. Like he should have been this strong all along. He couldn't help it but he just started to laugh, his back arching up off the ground as he just savored the feeling of power in his veins.

Then he stood up, easily ripping the heavy chains from the ground and using his TK to unlock the bonds so they clattered to the ground. He then licked his lips, still able to taste the sweetness of her demonic power there as he looked at her with darker eyes. "You better get out of here then. I'll honor my end of this bargain, but tell whoever your boss is that this doesn't mean that I owe him anything." He was well aware of how the demons honored debts, and he was making it clear that he didn't owe one.

"Who said I have one?" Felicia smirked, and then she was gone.

He looked around the room with new eyes, seeing the wards as he kicked open the door and started to hunt for the master of the inn. The noise brought demons in scores after him through the halls, but he easily sent them back to hell with just a word or a twist of his hand until finally he was face to face with Andras.

Sam couldn't help but smirk as he saw Andras look at him and the flash of fear that came across his face. "How did you...?"

"Doesn't matter." Sam waved his hand and flung the demon against the side of the wall, pinning him there. "However, I think it's time for a little payback."

"You're a Winchester," Andras gasped as he felt invisible hands grab onto him - the demon under the meat suit, "You don't torture."

"Then I guess you're just special."

***

Andras' screams could be heard by the demons and humans outside who were preparing for an assault to rescue Sam. They watched the demons inside claw at the wards, trying to escape to save themselves. Then from one of the windows there was a glowing yellow light as another scream came before silence fell over the area.

Ruby held up a hand to keep the others back as she started towards the door. She was close when the outer door was opened and Sam came out, dragging the body that Andras had been in. He didn't even acknowledge the rescue team as he turned his whipped and bruised back to them and faced the place he had been held captive in.

"When you return to hell, tell your masters that if they want to try this again, they will have the same fate," he shouted at the demons inside. "You might want to rethink about who's side you want to be on."

"Sam?" Ruby asked softly.

He turned slowly to look at her and a dark smile came over his face - one that was more than just being happy to see her. "Hey. Miss me?"

Comments

[likely_evil]

He gave a soft snarl and started to push himself up. There was pure anger and hunger in his eyes, then his face paled and his eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out, falling back hard on the gurney.

[ilove_atallman]

She sighed heavily, just running her fingers back against his hairline gently. She didn't know who had fed him the blood but when she found out?

They were good as dead.

[likely_evil]

The medics works hard on Sam, wrapping his back up and cleaning out the infections. Then he was given an IV with extra nutrients and a sedative to keep him from getting completely aware.

When Sam fought his way to consciousness a few hours later, he looked around the old penitentiary that was their base of operations. He could smell the disinfectant first and wrinkled his nose, then noticed there was no one in the room.

No. Ruby was there. He turned his head to look at her, drugged to his eyeballs. "What happened?"

[ilove_atallman]

"You wore yourself out trying to get away from Andras," she said gently, moving towards him and brushing a hand against the side of his face gently. "How're you feeling?"

[likely_evil]

"I'd say I was in pain, but I can't feel a thing right now." Sam chuckled. "Andras really didn't like me." He closed his eyes to her touch, but licked his lips gently.

[ilove_atallman]

She nodded slowly, before moving her fingers back into his hair. "Sam, were there any other demons in there? That paid particular attention to you?"

[likely_evil]

He thought a moment, trying to cut through the drugs. Then he nodded. "Yes. A woman." Then he remembered and looked at her. "Are you having them drug me?"

[ilove_atallman]

"Sam, what did she do to you?" She thought that the reason why she drugged him went without saying in the sense that he was in a lot of pain. She didn't fear for herself, not with him, and she wouldn't have drugged him otherwise.

[likely_evil]

"She gave me power." He started to reach for the IV, angry. "Stop the drugs. I can't... I can't think..."

[ilove_atallman]

"You'll be in pain," she said softly. "You were very badly injured." And there was more than just that. "Did you drink her blood?"

[likely_evil]

"I don't care about the pain." He snapped, turning to look in her... general direction. "Yes. I had no choice and it gave me power... so much power..."

He already exhausted himself and sank into the bed again. "It helped me get free..."

[ilove_atallman]

"I know," she said softly, moving closer to him and sitting on the side of the bed next to him so that she was close enough for him to touch, hoping that it might calm him slightly. "I know it did. But it's not exactly a good thing, Sam."

[likely_evil]

"How is it bad? I was strong... i was... strong. We can take them out... end the war..."

He reached over to her and grabbed the fingers he could reach. "You and me... we can do this. Easy."

[ilove_atallman]

"I know you were," she said gently, turning her hand around in his so she could squeeze it. "But it's addictive, Sam. It'll kill you."

[likely_evil]

"No it can't... I'm immortal..." he gave her a loopy smirk. "I just need a little..."

[ilove_atallman]

She gave him a bit of a sympathetic look, before shaking her head. "No. I'm not gonna do that to you."

[likely_evil]

"Ruby... please. just so.. i can heal...?"

[ilove_atallman]

"No," she shook her head. "Trust me, Sam, if I do that the pain will only get worse in the end. It's better this way."

[likely_evil]

"The blood... didn't hurt. It made it better."

[ilove_atallman]

"For now. But then you would have crashed and needed more. It's like a drug."

[likely_evil]

"The only drugs are in the IV... " His hand went to bat at them again.

[ilove_atallman]

She reached forward, taking his hand gently, before moving a hand to his face. "Sam, look at me. Really look at me."

[likely_evil]

He whimpered but turned to look at her, his eyes begging for just a bit. For a moment he was 25 again and asking her to show him the power that he needed to save his brother. He knew it was there.

[ilove_atallman]

She softened slightly, but she couldn't cave on this. She wouldn't be responsible for doing this to him. "Do you trust me?"

[likely_evil]

"Yes..."