The three of you stood and watched as Sam walked into the panic room. This is for the best, you thought over and over to yourself, this is for the best.
"Alright. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?" Sam asked as he turned around. You tried your hardest not to start crying as Dean and Bobby walked up to the doorway to block Sam.
"You are," Bobby said flatly, "This is for your own good." Bobby closed the door as soon as Sam started to walk up to it, locking it in place.
"Guys? Hey, hey. What?" You couldn't stand the look on Sam's face as they latched the window and Sam's voice became a little more worried.
"This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?" Bobby and Dean laid a hand on each of your shoulders before climbing up the stairs and out of view. You couldn't hold in your tears any longer. As soon as the door to the upstairs shut, your body started to shake as the tears streamed down your face.
Last night, Bobby Singer had called you and told you to get your ass over there pronto, that Sam was in trouble. He knew you'd come running since it was about Sam, he knew you'd come because you'd liked Sam for a while. Now, seeing Sam like this scared you. It frightened you on what this demon blood addiction could do to him and it didn't help that he was now banging on the door and yelling for them to open the door.
"(Y/N)!" You jumped at the sound of your name being screamed from behind the panic room's doors, "(Y/N), please! Open the door!" New drops of tears streamed down your face as you remembered your orders: under no circumstances are you to go in there. Don't listen to a word he says. He will get through this, he just needs help to get there. The words rang through your mind as you walked farther from the door and sat at the desk, hoping that he'd quiet down and you could stop crying.
Hours later, Sam had finally calmed down and been quiet. You'd been able to stop crying and go to the bathroom to fix your makeup and such when a bloodcurdling scream came from inside the panic room. You raced out of the bathroom so fast you swore you knocked something over on the way there. Your feet stopped at the door and all you heard was silence, but you needed to know that he was okay. Slowly, you unlatched the window and looked in. Out of the area, you could see, Sam was nowhere to be seen.
"Sam?" You whispered. No response. This is bad, you thought. This is so bad. What if Sam did something to himself? What if something got in? What if that something killed him?! All orders given to you were thrown out the window as you swung the door open, stepped inside and slammed the door behind you.
"Sam?" you whispered again. You were getting nervous now, every cell in your body tingled in fear. All of your sense honed in and searched for any tell-tale signs; broken and scattered objects, signs of a break in, blood. Nothing showed up that your senses could find. As you were just about to run and get Bobby and Dean, a set of arms wrapped around you and pinned you against the wall in front of you.
"How did you get in here?" It was Sam and he sounded horrible.
"Oh, Sam, thank god. I was so worried, I-" Suddenly, Sam slammed you against the wall. Your head hit the wall so hard you swore it would bruise. Sam looked like he had been trying to tear his hair out and his eyes were dark and cold. He looked like he could kill.
"Sam, what are you-" Sam pushed you harder against the brick wall when you began to speak.
"They're testing me, aren't they? They think I can't control myself around demons. That I'll lose control," his hands gripped tightly against your throat, "but they're wrong." Suddenly, you felt a sharp sting against your collarbone. Sam had taken something sharp and drawing blood along your collarbone.
"Sam, I'm not a demon. It's me. It's (Y/N)." Sam's grip on you tightened when you said your name. Sam looked at you as if you weren't even there and it scared you. You had no choice, but you had to get free so you could get help. You took your hands off of Sam's arms and shoved your fingers into his eye sockets, a pain filled scream eliciting from Sam. He let go but quickly pinned you back against the wall, his knee splitting your legs apart and restrained your arms above your head with one hand while the other gripped your throat again.
"They told you to say you were (Y/N), didn't they? Bastards!"
"Sam, please. It's me! Remember you saved me from being split in half? We were after a werewolf and it threw me across that mill and you saved me." Your memory didn't faze him as he stared at the blood slowly coming from the cut on your collarbone.
"They think I'll lose control…" Sam leaned his face closer to the cut, "they're wrong…" Suddenly, you felt his tongue flick out and touch the cut. Sam moaned against your collarbone. Any other day you would have reveled in his touch, but this was seriously making you worry.
"Sam, stop. I'm not a demon!" You tried to push him away, but that only made Sam push his body closer to you.
"Liar. You taste like a demon. Delicious…" Sam moaned again and when he pushed harder against you, you felt something bulging against you. Oh, my god! Sam's mouth latched onto the cut on your collarbone and began to suck the blood out of your wound and suddenly he was grinding against you. Your mind started to feel fuzzy as he continued to suck on the cut. It took you a second, but you finally snapped out of it and began to struggle against him. Sam picked you up despite your efforts and laid you on the mattress that Dean and Bobby had provided to restrain him if he ever got too rowdy. Now, he was using it to restrain you. As soon as you were tied down, Sam got on top of you and slit your shirt in half with the knife he cut you with.
"Sam, stop it! You're scaring me!" Sam ignored you as he dragged the knife across the tops of your breasts. Sam's eyes widened in excitement at the blood.
"I'm in control…" Sam leaned down and licked along the cuts. His hands drifted along your sides with the knife until he reached your pants. His bulge was now pressed on top of your pubic area and you could feel it pulsating through his jeans. The knife froze at the side of your pants. Sam seemed to freeze as if he was thinking and then you heard the sound of him ripping your jeans with the knife.
"Sam-" your words were cut off when Sam suddenly spread your legs and thrust against you. The cold air of the panic room rushed over your legs as your pants were put aside. Sam's pants were gone, too, and you could fully feel the extent of his erection. You cursed at your body as your panties grew wet against his thrusts.
"I'm in control…" Sam repeated those words like a mantra as he began to suckle again on your wounds. Your mind was practically spinning as Sam was doing these things to you. You knew you should be yelling for help, that this was wrong, but it just felt so good...
"Sam…" the moan escaped from your throat when Sam's thrusts became faster. Suddenly, you felt Sam pull his boxers out of the way and you could feel the head of his cock just inches away from your pussy.
"I'm in control," Sam said once again. You couldn't stand it anymore, everything he was doing was driving you crazy! You knew you would regret this later, but you couldn't stand it anymore.
"You're in control, Sam." You lifted your butt up and as soon as Sam went to grind against you, his cock instead slid into your pussy. You both moaned at the sensation once he was inside you, "Sam…" You lifted your arms to try and bring Sam up to you, but the restraints kept you from doing do. Sam groaned as he began to thrust into you, all the while sucking on your cuts. Sam slid down your breasts to suck on your nipple as his other hand grabbed your ass and thrust harder into you.
"I need more," Sam grunted as his mouth attached itself to the cut above your breasts once more. Your head was spinning at this point and you couldn't decide if it was from him fucking you or the idea that he was practically drinking your blood like a vampire.
"Untie me, Sam." Your hands were struggling against the restraints to touch Sam. Sam didn't even lift his head up as he took off the restraints and as soon as your arms wrapped around him, his mouth slid up to suck on the cut on your collarbone. While still inside you, Sam picked you up by your ass and slammed you against the wall with his deepening thrusts. You could feel your climax coming as soon as Sam placed his hand on your clit and started rubbing in circles.
"Sam!" You squirmed against his touch as both his thrusts and hand on your clit became quicker. And just as soon as you'd felt your climax coming, it shook through you just as fast. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as your white, hot climax ripped through you and clenched around Sam's cock. A monstrous roar erupted from Sam as he climaxed as well and, suddenly, the door to the panic room opened and Dean came running in guns blazing.
"What the hell?!" Sam was still sucking on your cut as Dean ran towards you. Then you felt it. That weak, dizzy feeling that had eluded you during your sexual experience with Sam hit you hard. And just as you saw Dean trying to rip Sam off of you, your vision blurred and you blacked out.