Chapter 1: Demon Blood
The road was dark as death, a thick fog permeating the air. It was the kind of night where mothers kept their children inside, the kind of night where smart people didn't get hammered at a bar about four miles from their hotel.
Sam staggered drunkenly down the shadowy street, still clutching the half empty bottle of rum he had begun just after the round of shots. Smiling and raising his arms to the sky Sam was definitely not ok. "Ruby," he croaked weakly, "RUBY!"
Kneeling on the ground, Sam emptied the contents of his stomach loudly on the floor in front of him. Something had been upsetting him for quite a while, and he wasn't sure if it was the excess emotions causing him to loose his lunch or the large amount of alcohol he had consumed that night. He had literally already consumed enough to kill a normal human being, as he was informed by the bar tender, but still he kept the alcohol coming.
You see, Sam had a secret, a dark secret. He swore to himself that Dean would never know, if he ever found out… Well, somebody was going to die.
"Well, well, well." A blond girl appeared out of nowhere sneering at Sam on the ground. "Hello handsome, can I buy you some Pepto-Bismol? Or how about some tums?" She laughed coldly walking over to him, where he was now breathing deeply trying not to vomit anymore.
"N-Not funny Ruby." He replied in between breathes. The world was spinning out of control, and thinking just seemed to make it worse.
"Alright, alright, jeeze. No need to get bent out of shape Sam." The blond leaned down over him, putting one of her hands in his hair and stroking his head softly. "I'm sorry, have too much to drink? A little upset are we? God Sam, you're like a druggy trying to break his addiction with another addiction. A less dangerous, less pleasurable addiction, but still an addiction all the same."
Sam forced a laugh and looking up at the girl. "Lets just cut to the chase, Ruby. I need more, now. I'm-I'm not strong enough without you and your-you…" He trailed off, gagging loudly. He'd better not risk looking up again, he wasn't so sure he could keep it down if he did.
"And so the prodigal son returns." Ruby laughed, moving her lips to just behind his ear, her breath on the back of his neck. "But tell me this Sam, what's in it for me?"
Sam sighed, groaning loudly from frustration and the closeness of Ruby's lips to his neck. Sometimes that girl just drove him freaking insane.
"Drunken sex?" He offered sarcastically, unwilling to admit his true craving for her.
-------------------------Four Miles Away Back at the Hotel----------------------
"Bobby, Its Dean. Have you talked to Sam today? He left early this morning and hasn't been back since." Dean took a bite of his sub, brows furrowed in frustration. What the hell was Sam's problem?
Lately he had been introverted and grumpy, often unable to keep up a conversation at all. Drives were the worst though. For hours upon end Sam would just stare out the passenger window, a thoughtful look on his face. But any time Dean asked him what he was thinking, Sam didn't even bother to look at him and just gave a generic answer such as "Nothing" or "I'm sorry, but when did you stop being my brother and start being my keeper?" It was really quite frustrating for someone as talkative as Dean.
"Damn it Bobby, what the hell is wrong with that boy? You don't think…" he stopped short of making the accusation. "But I thought, no. Sam wouldn't do this to me. He wouldn't do this to mom. I don't care Bobby, I won't. Alright, bye."
Dean shut the phone, sighing loudly. The last things Bobby had brought up bothered Dean deeply. There was no reason for such things to be said, he could trust Sam, couldn't he? "The deuche bag…"