AN: I've decided that once this chapter reaches SIX reviews, I'll update it. Until then, have fun waiting for a story that might never be updated.
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Sam jerked forward in bed. At first, he had forgotten where he was, but as he looked around the room, realization dawned on him. He and Dean had traveled to Illinois to investigate a couple of murders, which they had found out was a demon running around. Sam said he could handle it so Dean had gone out that night and apparently still hadn't come back. Sam checked his watch then looked around, making sure Dean was still out before pulling out his phone. He really needed a fix and Ruby owed him for stopping Dean from charging at her with her own demon killing knife. He hit send after getting to her name and pressed the phone to his ear.
When the ringing stopped, Sam immediately began to babble about needing her there, and then he heard a familiar, snarky voice speak to him over the phone.
"Sammy-boy! It's so nice of you to call; unfortunately Ruby's not able to come to the phone right now, on account of her being in Hell. I can help you with whatever you need though, and I do mean whatever you need."
Sam sat there shocked for a moment before glaring at the wall in front of him. "What the hell have you done to her Trickster?" He growled into the phone, this was so not the time for the Trickster to show his face. Sam was still rather pissed at him for the whole thing at Mystery Spot.
"Oh, nothing too bad. But she was movin' in on my terf. Nobody fucks with Sam Winchester, but me." Was the Trickster's snarky reply. "So where are you, right now? I wanna come see my Sammy-boy." Sam could hear the amusement in his voice and couldn't help but yell.
"Dammit! You always have to fuck with shit, don't you? I can't fucking believe you!" He huffed out, sitting up in the bed. "And I'm not your 'terf'!" He replied a bit belated. He huffed loudly at hearing the Pagan god's laughter.
It was melodic to his ears and he kind of didn't like the way it sent chills down his spine, or the way it felt like there were little strings pulling at his heart. No, he could honestly say he didn't like the reaction. He wasn't feeling too well and that's why the noise had affected him so. Not because he found it cute or anything.
"Now, now Sammy, don't be rude. Tell me where you are." The Trickster demanded. "I need to show you something. Something important." There was a slight pause and then, "Something about Ruby."
Sam perked up at this. "What about her?"
"Tell me where you are." The Trickster replied. "I can't tell you, I have to show you." There was a hesitant sound on the other end of the phone, the Trickster sighed. "You won't believe me if I told you, so I need to show you."
Sam thought for a minute. The Trickster had really only been trying to help them so far. But this could also be a trick and he didn't think he could go through watching Dean, Bobby, or Cas die over and over again, just so the Trickster can get his rocks off.
His stomach lurched and twisted, not out of anger or nervousness, but hunger. He needed Ruby right now, like really, really bad. The Trickster said he needed to tell Sam something about Ruby but that would mean he had to give his location away. An idea popped into his head and he smiled. "Give me about an hour and I'll call you again with where I am." He didn't even give the Trickster time to reply before he clicked the phone off.
Sam climbed out of the bed and moved to slip some pants on then his shoes. He had to actually look for a shirt, but eventually found a clean one of Dean's. Dean wouldn't miss it and it wasn't like Dean was way smaller than Sam or anything, so it fit him pretty well, a little tight, but it fit. He grabbed his jacket and decided that he wouldn't be gone long, so he wouldn't need to leave a note for Dean, then headed out.
He walked to a little diner just down the road from their hotel and pulled his phone out as he waited outside. "I'm at a diner in East Chicago. It's called Luu-Luu's." Sam said after the Trickster answered the phone. "I'm waiting ou-" His sentence was cut short as the short Pagan god appeared in front of him.
"Hello Sam." The Trickster smirked as he snapped Ruby's phone shut. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, sending him and Sam back to Sam's hotel room. He was a little off balanced as his feet touched the ground and the only thing that stopped him was reaching up and grabbing onto the Trickster's shoulders.
"If you already knew where I was staying why did you ask where I was?" Sam asked as a confused expression flashed across his face.
"I knew where you were from the beginning. I just wanted to make sure you would meet me. Even though I would have come here anyway." The Pagan god grinned then flopped down on the bed. "How do you sleep on these every night?" He asked with a disapproving frown before snapping his fingers. The bed quickly transformed into a large, way more comfortable looking bed and Sam almost wanted to throw himself down on it just to see how comfortable, then he remembered the Trickster was also laying on the bed, which honestly didn't make the bed less appealing. That worried Sam a bit.
The Trickster reached out and patted the spot beside him. "C'mon, Sammy. You're gonna wanna be sitting for what I have to say. Actually, you should probably sit on the floor." His eyes sized up Sam then grinned. "You're a big guy. It's still a good fall for you, even from the bed."
Sam felt his face pinch up into what Dean would call his bitchface as he pulled out a chair from the table to sit in. "Fuck off or tell me why you're here."
"No need to be mean, Sammy-whammy." The Trickster replied with a grin. His face quickly turned serious as he thought of ways to say what was running through his head. He opted out of sugar-coating anything and decided to be completely blunt about it. "I've taken an interest in you. I take extreme amounts of pleasure in fucking with your head, but you've got to believe what I'm about to say to you." He waited for some sort of reply from the hunter, receiving a skeptical nod from Sam, he continued. "Ruby's been lying to you; about everything." He watched confusion flicker over the hunter's face and sighed softly. "In some dark corner of your fucked up mind, you have to know that drinking demon blood is wrong. Please tell me you know it's wrong." His gaze never wavered off of Sam's face as he watched several different emotions flicker over the tall human's face. Surprise, guilt, embarrassment, and finally anger.
"A trickster that kills people for fun is not going to lecture me about what's wrong and what's right. Ruby wouldn't lie to me. She told me from the beginning that it would be addictive. She also told me that it would make me strong enough to kill Lilith. I know what I'm doing and-"
"She's been gunnin' for Lilith's place for centuries, you big oaf." The Trickster snapped, cutting Sam off short. "She went to Hell over something small like being a witch; I know, she worshipped me. I kept tabs on her Samuel, it didn't take her long to turn to the dark side. Alistair was really happy that she had broken after two days on the rack." He leaned back on his hands. "The other demons put her down and laughed at her because she was the weakest demon to step into Hell in almost a millennia, Sam. Lilith threw her on the rack every once in a while just to fuck with her. She's been climbing up the ladder since ol' Lucy decided to step in one day and save her from Lilith." He saw that Sam was going to speak, raised his hand and took the hunter's voice from him. "Do not interrupt me when I'm trying to save you from a fate that I know you don't want." The pagan god lowered his hand and took a breath he didn't necessarily need.
"Sam, drinking demon blood will turn you into a demon; slowly, but surely. That freaky little power you have, the killing demons with your mind thing, was one of Azazel's tricks. You have Azazel's and Ruby's blood in your veins. Two different demons, Sam; that is not a good thing. You are slowly becoming the very thing you hate. You are becoming Azazel." The Trickster flicked his wrist to un-mute Sam. "Now you may comment."
Sam was overcome with anger. "Get. The fuck. Out. I don't want you to come near me or my brother ever again, or I swear to God I will kill you for real." Sam growled standing up from his chair. "You don't know Ruby like I do. I trust her. She's been helping us keep the seals from breaking and killing other demons. She's not tricking me. You're just mad because you can't get to me anymore. Now get out and don't show your face around here ever again."
The Trickster's face contorted to an expression of pure rage. He shot up from the bed and slammed Sam against the wall. Their height made no difference to him. He was over a hundred times more powerful than this weak little hunter and he was not about to let the tall human talk to him like that. "I do not take orders from you, Samuel Winchester. I'm more powerful than your weak, little mind can comprehend and if you think for one second that you can order me around like a little lapdog, you are sorely mistaken." He pressed his forearm against Sam's throat and growled deep in the back of his throat. "I roam where ever I damn well please. That means I'll walk into your merry fucking life and fuck with you and your brother whenever I want." He lessened the pressure on the hunter's throat after hearing him begin to gasp for breath. He came here to fix Sam, not kill him. "Every time I've tried to help you, you acted like you didn't need it, or you completely fucking ignored me. Not anymore Sammy. I'm going to help you whether you like it or not."
A small dagger materialized beside Sam's head and he couldn't help the surge of fear that ran through him. He watched the Trickster raise the blade towards the arm that was holding Sam against the wall and sliced a small, neat cut. Directly under Sam's nose. When the scent hit the hunter's nose, his nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply. It didn't smell like Ruby's blood; this smell was cleaner, sweeter. His eyelids drooped and his mouth parted slightly, imagining the taste of the blood currently dripping from the pagan god's arm. If Sam hadn't already been craving the demon blood, he doesn't think the scent would have any affect on him. Unfortunately for him, it does. He let out a low guttural sound and let his tongue slip past his teeth to lick over his bottom lip, watching as the anger slowly slipped out of the Trickster's expression, only to be replaced with a soft, almost caring look.
"This will clean out every demonic toxin in your body, Sam. Is that what you want?" He asked softly, moving away from Sam and closer to the bed. He sat down and presented his arm to the young hunter.
Sam quickly dropped to his knees in front of the Trickster and took the hand of the bleeding arm into his own. "God, yes." He breathed before latching on to the bleeding wound and sucking hard.
The taste exploded against his tongue, causing his vision to white out for a second. It was warm and sweet, reminding Sam of a warm summer day. Where Ruby's blood made him see red and fill him with hatred, the Trickster's blood made him feel safe and loved. Even through the delicious haze in his mind, he knew something wasn't right. The pagan god had left something out, Sam could taste it in his blood. He reluctantly pulled back from the cut, not too far away, but enough to where he could speak. "Not a trickster. Stronger. What are you not telling me?" He asked, his breaths coming out in soft pants across the cut. He let his tongue slip past his lips to lap up the blood around the wound, savoring the taste of the other's blood.
The Trickster reached his hand up and ran it through Sam's hair. "That's really not important right now." He said softly. He nudged Sam's head back towards his wrist. "Drink a little more, Sammy. You're brother's almost back."
Sam glanced up at the Trickster before nodding and leaning back in to taste the sweet blood once more. After two more swallows, he felt the would heal against his tongue. Then he heard the snap of fingers and looked up, only to see that the Trickster was gone. He was still on his knees when Dean walked through the door five minutes later.
Sam crawled into bed later that night, for once not feeling like his stomach was doing flips because he hadn't had his fix. He shoved his hand underneath the pillow and made a face as he pulled out a sheet of paper.
'Call me Gabe. I'll be back for your second dose tomorrow night. -G.'
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