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Chapter one
Sam lay awake looking around the dark room. He could see the dirty walls and cracked ceiling every time a car drove past and their lights shone through the thin curtains. Sam turned to see his brother fast asleep looking peaceful, the only time he didn't looked burdened from what life has done to him.
And it was Sam's fault. Sam's fault Dean had to go to hell. He didn't get stabbed on purpose but if it wasn't for that Dean would still be, well, Dean.
Sam felt that itching inside him for something. Something he hasn't been able to get out of his mind since he heard another hunter talking about it.
He threw his long legs over the edge of the bed and onto the cold floor; he stepped into his boots and closed the door quietly. He didn't bother with a coat even though it was cold out; he thought the cold air would do him good. He tried to clear his mind as he walked through the empty streets, the cold air stinging his cheeks.
He turned a corner and saw two figures in a dark shadow walking towards him. Sam stretched out his spine to his full height as the figures neared him; he looked down to them who both looked back with a smirk. As they blinked at Sam their eyes turned jet black but Sam was ready, he already had a knife out of his belt and at one of their throats. The demons weren't ready for him being a hunter and the demon that Sam didn't have pinned to a wall had already fled out of the body it was using, leaving it lifeless on the floor.
Sam dipped his hand into a small salt bag he had in his pocket and smothered the demons mouth with it, not allowing the demon to escape out of its body. With the knife he pushed it across the skin of the demons neck, watching the blood drip down its skin. The demon watched Sam as he leant in and sucked at the drips of blood, taking in the taste. Sam withdrew with blood smeared around his mouth not unlike the very things he has hunted. He took some deep breaths as he took in the buzzing adrenaline from the blood and he took his hand away from the demon that just stood there staring at him. Before the demon knew it Sam had started reciting a passage to send it back to hell.
Sam stood in the alley clenching his fists at this feeling. He wanted more.
