Wicked Intentions

Chapter One

Sam Winchester was the boy with the demon blood, he had always been that, would always be that, and would never be able to escape it. He would always have demon within him, and nothing could ever change that.

And now, he was steadily becoming more and more demonic than ever, losing what was left of his humanity. He was drinking demon blood, becoming addicted to it. Every little taste of it made him crave it more. The feeling of the liquid on his tongue, the taste, the feeling of it sliding down his throat... All these were the factors that made him want it so incredibly bad. Those, and the demon blood already within him, the blood he had swallowed as a baby. That would always remain in him, and the taste he would always recognize. The demon blood within him gave him great power, and he could access it if he just had more of the blood within him.

Though, his supplier for his demon blood addiction you ask? Ruby. Ruby was a demon who was very loyal to her lord, loyal to Lucifer himself. Yet Sam failed to realize it, left in the dark by her gentle touches and whispers of love. She was manipulative and could get what she wanted. She had convinced Sam that this demon blood would help develop his psychic powers, which it would, and even though Sam wasn't one to believe demons, he found himself coming back to her more and more as the time went by.

She had told him that his powers could kill Lilith, a great and powerful white-eyed demon. Sam had originally wanted to kill Lilith out of revenge, since she had killed Dean and sent him to Hell. Yet, even after Dean had been raised out of Hell, Sam still felt an itch inside of him, pushing him to want to kill her.

Only to encourage the murder of Lilith, Ruby said that Lilith was breaking the 66 seals and had to be stopped. Ruby had lied, saying she was on Sam's side and didn't want Lucifer to rise, but as said before, she was loyal to her dark lord. Breaking the 66 seals would free Lucifer, and Sam and Dean did not want that to happen. So, to only ensure her lord being freed, Ruby lied and said that killing Lilith would stop the breaking of the seals, yet in actuality, Lilith was the final seal to break.

So, Ruby was clever and manipulative, easily tricking Sam to do her bidding. As she was his supply for demon blood, he was willing to believe anything to get more, eating right out of the palm of her bloody hand.

As mentioned though, this clever demon had thought of another idea along the way to ensure that she was to rise to power. She had always considered what would happen if her plans hadn't worked. She knew the Winchesters would surely kill her if something went wrong and they found out. So, she came up with a backup plan, just in case Lucifer wasn't freed from Hell.

Sam was the boy with the demon blood, so he had demon within him. He was strong, filled with great power and will.

Ruby was once a witch, and she still remembered some of her spells and crafts, and with this knowledge she formed a brilliant idea. There could be a new ruler if Lucifer wasn't freed. Oh hell, this wouldn't be back up, this could just be an addition to the original plan... Still, if freeing Luci didn't work, this would work too.

She could create something new. A new lord. Or, perhaps as some might call it, the Antichrist. He would be Lucifer's heir. Something so incredibly strong and powerful... And all she needed was Sam.

Ruby's backup plan was about to take place. She was about to cast her little spell on Sam. She was going to be loved, worshipped... She was loyal to Lucifer and now he would praise her for it. She would create an heir for him, and it would come from none other than the Boy With Demon Blood. It would be so powerful and strong, able to control anything it wished... Be able to kill and destroy anything in its path.

She knew the words, it would be so incredibly easy, all she had to do was say them, let Sam drink, and the deed would be done...

Ruby knew it had been weeks since Sam had last had a taste of her blood. She had intentionally held out on him just to make him crave it more. Now he would be wanting it more than ever and wouldn't hold back as he drank his fill. All he wanted was to be stronger, yet she knew that he craved the taste as well…

"Ruby..."

She looked to see Sam coming into the hotel room, looking grimly at her. He didn't bother to turn on the lights. He never did when they did this. He always kept the lights off while they did their awful deeds... He would always feel disgusted with himself when he drank the thick, red liquid... yet he craved the taste of it... the warm feeling of it flowing down his throat…

"Hey, Sam." She greeted him slyly, approaching the bed, waiting for him.

He approached her slowly, pulling out his pocket knife to spill the blood with.

She leads him to the bed, waiting as patiently as possible to get her plan under way. Sam eased himself onto the edge of the bed, feeling slightly uneasy, but eager to have the demon blood flowing through him once again. She moved and sat on his lap, her knees bending and laying on the edge of the bed, sitting straight and looking him in the eye. She pricked the knife from Sam's hands slowly, making his anticipation rise. She revealed the blade and made a thin cut on her forearm. He gave her one last glance, looking for confirmation. She gave him a nod, his signal to grab her arm and start drinking.

She laid a hand on his back, pulling him closer to her. His tongue tentatively touched her skin as he sucked on the fresh wound. The blood flowed into his mouth, warm and thick and swirled down his throat in a rush. His hunger was overtaking him as he drank quickly, seeming so needy for her.

She smiled and pet his hair lightly, happy to see Sam so eager to take in more blood. Her fingers danced delicately across his head, slowly stroking his hair before resting on the back of his neck. She enjoyed this greatly, more than she liked to admit. The feeling of Sam sucking and drinking out her blood was surprisingly good. All she wanted was to ravish in the feel of it, but she had other concerns at the moment. Now was the time. The time for the spell... All Sam needed to do was keep drinking…

"Hic puer erit sanguis creata a daemone pueri, scilicet Antichristus, et recte non solum aer filium suum unigenitum..." Ruby whispered softly as she kept stroking his hair.

Sam didn't bother to stop drinking and question what she did. He couldn't bring himself to care, the taste of the blood having captured him in a trance of need and want... And through his fiendish sucking and swallowing, he failed to notice something entering within him. Something within the blood that he had swallowed without a care in the world.

Ruby had done it. The Antichrist was within Sam now. Carefully delivered, and now settling within his stomach, it would change his body to fit its accommodations, creating a space for it to grow. Sam would now have a new burden to carry, and a very dangerous one at that…

"That's enough..." Ruby said, starting to feel slightly light headed from the blood loss. It took Sam a few seconds to let go, to slow down and stop and pull away. Blood dripped from his bottom lip, his hand coming to his face and wiping at his mouth. He looked up at her, Ruby still smiling.

Ruby caressed the side of his face gently, Sam still feeling a major buzz from the feeding looked to her with lust blown eyes. A jolted Sam found his way to pinning her down on the bed, stripping her of her clothing, as well as his own. Sam was always extremely rough with her, having so much energy with the extra blood flowing through him. Ruby didn't mind this at all though, it was extremely pleasurable for her to be handled in this way... Though she did fear she might become too attached to Sam. She tried her best not to have a soft spot for him, but she honestly couldn't help it... What they had together... it was.. interesting. Ruby feared she would become too attached to him, too attached to the feel of him drinking her dry, too attached to the rough sex, and too attached to the way he looked at her. The way he touched her, and the way he trusted her…

She tipped her head back in a long moan as he nipped along her neck and his slightly shaky hands ran up her sides. He whispered sweet nothings to her that nearly made her cold heart clench as she watched his eyes fill with so much adoration. He gripped her hips tightly when he finally entered her, only pausing for a quick breath before taking on a brutal pace. Ruby quickly wrapped her arms around him to keep up, her hands twisting into his hair as she cried out and moaned loudly.

It was always so animalistic when they did this. Sam seemed to let himself slip completely into his darker self as he pumped into her, seeming to not even care if he hurt her. She moaned his name when she heard him groaning louder, knowing that he was getting close to his release. As if on cue he gave a final moan of her name before spilling inside of her. She followed suit, crying out her pleasure. They stayed like that a moment longer, Sam panting loudly before rolling over and pulling her close to his chest, the gentlest thing he had done since she had arrived.

She nearly felt guilty for doing this to Sam... But it was for the best. It would be such a powerful being, and it would be growing within Sam. She knew what it would do to the Winchester, it would harbor within him, make him ill and crave demon blood so much more...

Ruby laid in the bed next to Sam, stroking his hair softly still. Sam was in a deep sleep after what he had done to her. He had completely wore himself out, and was sound asleep now, still unaware of the Antichrist blooming inside him.

She let her hand slide from his hair to his stomach, touching it softly and gently, already sensing the young one at bay within Sam. A smile lit on her face as she thumbed over the skin and let her eyes flutter. She nustled close to Sam, letting her head lay on his chest, soon falling into a peaceful slumber...