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]

"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..."

[ilove_atallman]

"Demon blood is a drug too. It makes you feel better for a while, but it's addictive. It's not good for you. I'm not going to make you worse than you already are, alright?"

[likely_evil]

"How is it different than what's inside of me already?"

[ilove_atallman]

"I don't know. It works differently when given as a baby."

[likely_evil]

"If you just saw how strong I was..."

[ilove_atallman]

"Sam, it's not worth it. It'll eat you from the inside out."

[likely_evil]

He whimpered and just looked away from her. She wasn't going to help him.

[ilove_atallman]

She just sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of his head. "Just get some rest, Sam. You'll thank me for this later."

[likely_evil]

He scoffed quietly. No, he wouldn't thank her. She was afraid of him being stronger.

She's right...

No... it hurt and he needed more to stop the pain. And if she wasn't going to help he, he would just have to find another source when she wasn't looking.

[ilove_atallman]

Yeah, Sam, Ruby wasn't letting you out of her sight for a while. She just continued to sit there with him, staying close while she could.

[likely_evil]

Eventually he slipped back off to sleep as the drugs did their job, and his breathing steadied.

[ilove_atallman]

Ruby just sat there with him, trying to stay close and at least be some kind of comfort, even if he was pissed at her. She knew the withdrawal was coming, and she really wasn't the best idea if he was really desperate for blood, but she wasn't leaving him. This was Sam and she wasn't about to leave him like this for anything, even if it did end up being more of a risk.

[likely_evil]

It was a few hours later that it started to hit, and the pain was more than the drugs could help with. Sam groaned and twisted in bed. His body started to break out in a sweat and his hands clenched the blankets on the bed, his nails cutting at the fabric.

[ilove_atallman]

Ruby did whatever she could for him, more drugs, cold compresses, soothing words, whatever it was he needed.

[likely_evil]

"Ruby..." he hissed after awhile, his fingers gripping the bed. "Please... i need it..." His eyes were squeezed shut in the pain.

[ilove_atallman]

"No," she said softly. "I can't do that, Sam."

[likely_evil]

"Ruby." His head whipped to look at her and he snarled her name. His eyes opened and they were dark again... not black but close enough. His veins in his forehead were starting to show.

[ilove_atallman]

"It'll pass," she whispered, staring him down. "Trust me. You'll be better off without it."

[likely_evil]

He snarled again, and then he was out of bed, moving faster, using the energy from the desperation to move them across the room. He didn't feel the needles ripping from his skin or all the cuts on his back opening back up from his sudden movements.

One of his hands held her by her throat and he just tilted his head, staring at her and then looked down to where his fingers were digging into her skin.

He smelt her blood, and slowly licked his lips.

[ilove_atallman]

She looked up at him calmly, not fighting him for control, just holding and waiting for him to make a move.

"Sam, don't make me hurt you."

[likely_evil]

"If you're not going to give it to me, I will take it," he warned, and he meant it.