A/N: A Drabble written for the SPN100 Drabble Challenge. Word was: Thirst. Spoiler Warning: References events in the season finale!


It cannot be slaked, this burning, ancient need he has in his bones to rend mortal flesh with his blade. Righteous fury burns counterpoint to the thirst for violence: He's not this animal, he can beat this thing.

Or can he?

Life beckons from ahead, on its knees and looking out at him through Sam's eyes. Death come-hithers from behind... and he's tired.

Tired of the constant need to quench this thirst; of the ache in his throat every time he's near something that will get the job done.

"Close your eyes."

He needs a drink.

"Sammy, close your eyes."