I got a random urge to write this and as it is 4am and i have had an energy drink i thought it would be a perfect time to write. Note sarcasm as it means i probably have made many mistakes!

Sam stared down at his large hand in a pose which previously was described as brooding by his annoying older brother Dean. Of course at this moment in time Sam would give anything for his big brother to make some joking quip at him. The truth had come out – Dean knew about the demon blood. He knew Sam had it in him and worst of all; he had willingly drunk Ruby's blood, even going as far as to develop a craving for it.

It wasn't fair, even the angels could not figure out why his abilities were developing so rapidly but then he blew it in the worst possible way just because he could not handle the smell of demon blood. No more than that, when the demon was beneath him he felt such power coursing through his veins and an undeniable pull towards the demon.

He felt different though, maybe it was just from drinking from a demon other than Ruby or maybe it was due to the look of pure disgust and horror on Dean's face but something definitely felt weird.

Hours later when he was locked in the demon proof panic room the weird feeling was forgotten and was instead overtaken by pure panic.

Then the visions started; himself, Alistair, his mother and worst of all Dean; his big brother, his protector, screaming that he was a monster.

Then things took an even stranger turn, Ava appeared; the dead psychic who had first seemed so normal and kind but who quickly turned into a soldier for the demons and who tried to kill him. This vision or hallucination was the strangest.

Flashback

'Sam' a voice definitely female but otherwise non-descriptive called out.

He turned around sharply, knowing it was simply a result of being deprived of demon blood but still being cautious.

Then she appeared. Ava looked exactly as she did the last time he saw her but her eyes now looked darker and her skin paler.

'Would you prefer, boy king?' her tone seemed joking but the words carried a sinister edge – how could they not be sinister when coming from one of the last contestants to be the demon solider; the one to rule along side yellow eyes.

'Oh come on, don't even pretend to fight it – your something special and you can't deny that you're leaning towards the demons side' She chuckled lightly this time, the same dark grin on her face.

'No. I never wanted this' he said strongly despite his feelings of weakness.

'You know if the angels thought that you could change wouldn't they simply send you back in time as they did your brother? The thing is all roads lead to the same destination and for you that is to be the boy king' her tone was mocking but the underlying truth in her statement made all the impact.

Was it true? If he could go back, before any of this started, before his Mum's death or Jessica's would it change his destiny?

The next thing he knew Ava was laid on top of him pinning him down. He felt in a trance and before he knew what was happening, fresh blood was pouring down his throat, it was Ava's which meant it wasn't real – was he that desperate for blood? Was he really an addict to demon blood?

Then suddenly images started to rush through his brain, all flashing to fast for him to comprehend.

Ava's blood continued to splatter on him and she lowered her body closer to his. He didn't want this; he didn't want any of it.

'Then stop it' whispered Ava.

The next thing he knew Ava was flung to the other side of the room, of course this was just a hallucination; it didn't mean anything – did it? Before he could ponder this thought further he collapsed on to the floor.

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