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Sam snuck into the wearhouse, trying his hardest not to charge in, feeling high on adrenaline and demon blood. He could feel the energy the demon blood gave him buzzing through him, making him feel strong, powerful, unbeatable.

He could hear the sound of flesh slamming on flesh, hoping to god it was Dean doing the punching, but a sinking feeling told him it wouldn't be so.

He followed the noises and peaked into a dark room. He saw Alastair punching Cas mercilessly over and over again. Sam searched for Dean. His heart thudded to a stop seeing his big brother lying on the floor, bloodied and unconcious and cursed himself for not coming sooner.

Sam felt the anger boil inside him. He went into the room as stealthily as possible and reached Dean. He checked his pulse. He was still unconcious, but he would live. He lifted Dean and put him in a corner gingerly and whispered, "I'll be right back. Hang on Dean," and went up closer behind Alastair.

He raised his hand, slowly controlling the energy flow in him, making it strong enough just to stop Alastair from pounding Cas and made him slam into the wall.

"Stupid pet tricks,"Alastair spat out, still reeling after being banged against the wall.

"Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked through clenched jaws, trying to stay in control as much as he could. The fresh dose of demon blood had given him a new high, making him feel exhilarated, but he couldn't kill Alastair now. Not just yet.

Alastair laughed, gasping slightly due to Sam's force, "You think I'm gonna tell you?"

Sam smirked, "Yeah you are."

Slowly Sam twisted his hand, letting the energy flow thorugh him, making him feel more powerful by the second. He felt warm inside, refreshed, feeling like he could take on anything. He loved the feeling. He was addicted to it.

Alastair was gasping hard, his body convulting. His screams were choked by his neck jerking in different directions. His eyes rolled back in his head.

Sam said, still smirking,"How are the demons killing angels?"

Alastair gasped out loud, "I don't know!"

Sam scoffed,"Right."

"It's-not us. We're not-doing it!" Alastair choked out, his body spasming.

"I don't belive you,"Sam said, slowly increasing the force thorough his hand, grimacing.

Alastair gave a shaky laugh between choking,"Lillith is not behind this. She-wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh...she'd kill a hund-red, a thousand."

"Go ahead,"he continued, sneering."Send me back. If you can."

Sam laughed, "I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill."

Saying that he let all the energy flow thorugh him, feeling the heat spread thorughout his body, warming him all over. He could feel the strain Alastair was putting up in his host. He forced harder, thoroughly enjoying himself, his greyish-green eyes slowly turning black.

Alastair screamed, golden light flickering through him, his eyes gaping wide. Sam gave one last push and Alastair died. His host slid onto the floor, mouth open in a silent scream.

Sam lowered his hand, breathing deeply to steady himself, trying to get in control of the high he was experiencing. He looked over to Cas, who's face had a mix of shock and surprise. He looked away, guiltily, knowing exactly what Cas would be thinking.

That what he was doing was bad. That he was an abomination.

That he was the boy with the demon blood.