Chapter 2
Ruby was at his bedside. Her face a mask of sadistic pleasure and intrigue.
FLASH
Ruby's blood dripping relentlessly from her wounded hand into his mouth.
FLASH
As Ruby's hand dripped more blood into his mouth, her features slowly began to blur in
and out of focus. Suddenly, Ruby wasn't Ruby anymore. Her brown hair was redder and straighter, and her face was narrower. Her lips thinned out, and she seemed to grow a
few more inches in height.
FLASH
Sam couldn't pull himself away from her blood, but through his misty thoughts he finally realized he'd seen this
woman before. A long time ago. He just couldn't put a name to the face; he couldn't even tell where he had seen her before.
FLASH
The woman pulled her wrist away from Sam's bloodstained lips and she threw him a wicked
smile as she backed up toward the heavy iron door.
FLASH
"Get some rest now, Sam." She says soothingly, as she pulled the door closed behind herself.
FLASH
Sam couldn't help but comply as he spiraled down into the throws of unconsciousness. Welcoming it rather than resisting it.
xXx
Sam awoke with a start, his face covered with a thick waxy layer of sweat. His breathing was erratic and came out in short quick bursts; but considering his current predicament that wasn't so weird really, just terribly uncomfortable. He felt so dirty right now, it had been a good few days since he'd showered. And from the smell, Sam could tell he would really need one soon.
Sam groaned as he sat up, pulling on the chains as he did so, as if by some divine miracle they'd be looser than they were yesterday. He sighed when he came to the sad conclusion that they weren't. They still hugged his wrists and ankles making them ache.
He wondered when Dean or Bobby would let him out. At the moment he didn't care if they let him out of the room or not, just as long as he wasn't chained to the damn cot for the rest of his life. The cuffs seemed to be cutting off the circulation to his hands, seeing as they were numb and turning blue at the tips.
Sam stared at the wall blankly; as he tried to recollect the dream he had had last night. It was ten types of crazy, he knew. Ruby couldn't even touch the door to that panic room, let alone get inside and help him out. But then he remembered that it wasn't even really Ruby, it had been someone else. Who was she? And why the hell did she look so familiar?
That's when Sam noticed that he wasn't in as much pain as he had been in the past couple of days. He had sore muscles, sure, and it stung when he tried to breath. But it wasn't the agonizing fire that crept through his whole body every second of every day.
Maybe he was drying out?
Sam looked away from the wall and down at his own body. He felt…different this morning. Not bad, just different. His heart wasn't racing a mile a minute like it had been for days; it actually seemed rather sluggish today. Almost as if it was barely beating at all. Weird.
And he was hungry. Real hungry. Sam couldn't remember being this hungry in his entire life. It was making his head throb a little. He shrugged it off as a side effect of the forced detox. He had to be almost done with it right? He was starting to feel better so it couldn't be long before he was released right?
God, he hoped so.
That's when something else came to his attention. There was a loud pulsing sound coming from above him. He looked up at the offense on his eardrums and saw that it was the large fan, still moving in its slow, dull metronome. Did someone turn up its volume? Why was it making Sam's head throb harder than the hunger? It was maddeningly loud. He could feel his anger piping up as he struggled against his chains. He wanted the pulsing sound to stop.
Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the large iron door, and almost too fast, Sam's head
snapped in that direction. He sighed when he realized it was just his brother, looking in through the barred window at him. Great, Sam thought, my own brother won't even come in the room anymore. Hope he enjoys the peep show.
Dean's face looked rather blank this morning. It was like he was trying to hide some deep emotional thoughts from him. Sam caught this immediately, but decided it best not to say anything.
"How ya doin' this morning?" Dean asked a little shakily. Sam scoffed as he realized his brother's game face may be intact, but his voice was giving him away.
"I'd be better if I wasn't chained to the bed, honestly." Sam replied as he lifted his chained wrists loudly.
"Sorry about that…the demon blood was flinging you all over the room." Dean said softly.
"I know, I was there!" Sam snapped. He blinked in confusion, where did that outburst come from?
Dean nodded silently. He wasn't sure what else to say. He looked at his brother sadly, and Sam grinned a little when he noticed the cracks in his brothers' mask where becoming more distanced.
"What happened to the mirror?" Dean asked halfheartedly.
Sam's head whirled around to the small mirror on the wall that was now broken, small sharp shards covering the floor. Sam looked back to Dean and shrugged.
"Dunno, maybe it got fed up being chained to that wall?" Sam said making his voice as dark as he possibly could.
Dean rolled his eyes, but kept silent; he wasn't sure what his brother was getting at with breaking the mirror.
"Can I get something to eat?" Sam asked calmly. The hunger was starting to climb, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could go with it like that. Geez, it was as if he hadn't eaten in days! What was wrong with him?
Dean nodded a little, "Uh yea, I'll go talk to Bobby, see if I can do anything about those chains, too."
Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother and then nodded, "Sounds great." He said dully.
With that, the window slammed shut, and Dean was gone.
Sam took in a pain-filled breath, and looked back down at himself. What the hell was the matter with him? Something was definitely different about him today. Why did he snap at Dean like that? Sam closed his eyes and lay back down on the cot, and began thinking about the dream he had last night.
That girl kept filling his mind. It was going to drive him crazy until he knew exactly who he was. Over the past couple of days all he was able to think about was Ruby. Why did his dream change now? Why did this unknown women suddenly pop into his dream?
Sam sighed out of frustration. If he didn't find out soon there would be no point releasing him from this iron tomb. He would be on a one way train to crazy town by then. No going back.
Sam racked his mind one last time before he finally gave up and went back to counting the screws that held the wall together.
xXx
Dean had brought him a couple of over-done hamburgers around half an hour later. He even promised to release him from his cuffs. It was a relief. But what wasn't a relief were the burgers. They had tasted terrible. Like eating burnt rubber covered in tar, covered in gravel. Now, Sam did in fact dislike Bobby's cooking but even he knew it wasn't possible to make something that bad, even in Bobby's limited kitchen. He had eaten the first burger in silence, his face screwed up into a mask of discuss. When he hit the second burger, he thought he was going to throw up. In annoyance, he launched the white chipped plate and watched as it burst into a million tiny pieces. He smiled in pleasure. It felt good to vent his anger.
Upstairs, Sam could hear movement. Bobby and Dean had obviously heard his little outburst. But again, Sam didn't care. He wanted something decent to eat something that wasn't cooked into charcoal. Something ... raw.
xXx
Sam hadn't even realized that he had dozed back off to sleep when he awoke. He sat bolt up and noticed to his relief that he was no longer chained to the bed. He held his left wrist and began pumping his fist as if to test its new found freedom.
He put his hands back down by his sides and swung his legs over the side of the cot. Sam smiled at his new gained freedom, and then a scent wafted to his nose. He looked up and saw a bowl of soup sitting on the table that he had knocked over the day before during his fit. Bobby or Dean probably stood it back up. The soup looked positively ... horrible. Another Bobby specialty.
Sam also noticed that someone had cleaned up the broken mirror and the sharp shards that had once littered the ground. Wow, he didn't know Dean or Bobby could be so quite as to not even wake him.
Sam stood slowly, and wobbled for a moment. He looked down at his feet and shook them, then walked over to the table where the soup sat waiting.
When he approached the table, he lifted the bowl, and realized that the soup was cold; he was probably out longer than he thought. He held the bowl to his chest with one hand, right below his chin so to assure nothing dripped onto his shirt. Not that it mattered any, his shirt was already a mess from not being washed in days, and then add his sweating fits. That all mixed into one heck of a stain. The shirt had definitely seen better days. Then with his other hand he picked up the dull looking silver spoon and took a small spoonful of the soup, downing it as fast as he possibly could.
It didn't taste right either. It was also weird; it tasted metallic and tangy, like an aluminum can. The after taste was like rust and sewage mixed together. Disgusted, Sam put the bowl back on the table. Usually even if something tasted nasty, it would still be eaten, something about growing up on back roads, and living off of crappy diner food day in and day out did that to you. But Sam couldn't bring himself to eat this soup. Just like the burgers.
That was weird too, especially considering how much his hunger had grown.
That, and a certain need. Maybe he wasn't getting better like he had thought this morning? The desire for demon blood came back to him with a vengeance. No, not desire, it was stronger than that. It was a need. Like water, and air. He felt in that second that he needed the blood to ... survive.
Sam groaned as he thought about it. Just the idea of having it drip into his mouth made his gums ache. It also sent excruciating hunger pains through his stomach. It was an amazing thought, but it was killing him slowly. He made a grab for his stomach, and then walked back to the cot slowly. He was afraid the pains in his stomach would knock him off his feet if he continued to stand. What was this? A new development in the detox?
As he sat back down slowly, he took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself. He couldn't lie to himself, he was beginning to get worried. He looked at the iron door, and then calmly called for Dean and
Bobby. He figured they had ignored him before because he was having fits and talking crazy. And they must have figured he needed to go through that alone. So now he tried to call them as calmly as possible so they would realize he was in the right state of mind and actually come down to see him.
It seemed to work pretty quickly, because the barred window on the large door opened, and Dean's blank eyes became visible again. "What?" He asked flat out.
"D-Dean please, just hear me out." Sam stuttered. His shakiness surprised him. He didn't think he would be that nervous.
Dean sighed, and appeared to have shifted his weight to his other side. "I can already tell I'm not gonna like this, Sam. So no point even saying it."
From behind Dean, Sam could see Bobby's eyes poking through as well. Sam grinned inwardly, he should try to call them calmly more often. He got a much better response.
"I need the blood, Dean" Sam said, sounding pathetic and broken. Like a child who had had his favorite toy smashed to pieces.
Dean rolled his eyes. "No you don't Sam. You don't need any more of that filth in you." He said simply. His voice almost monotone.
Sam turned his bloodshot yet soulful eyes toward Dean. "I need it. P-please."
Dean shook his head with disbelief. "How can you even ask me that Sam?"
Bobby put a grounded hand on Dean's shoulder. "Dean…" Bobby said softly. He was agreeing with Sam. He knew that kid needed it, but Dean wouldn't see reason. There was no way in hell he was giving his baby brother that crap.
"No Damn it!" Dean cried angrily. "I'm not giving him demon blood!" He said to Bobby defiantly.
Sam gave an involuntary twitch. "I need it Dean; I don't think you get it. The way i feel right now. I feel like-"
"Oh I get it, I'm sure it feels like you need it right now. Like you need it more than anything, but it'll
pass Sam. You'll see. Give it more time." Dean tried to reason.
"NO!" Sam snapped, shocking even himself by his sudden outburst. "I actually need it, Dean. Really, really need it."
Dean rolled his eyes dramatically, and then finally walked away from the door, leaving Sam
and Bobby to stare at each other intently. Sam looking desperate and Bobby looking concerned.
"Bobby…y-you know I'm right." Sam said with a tiny sob as the hunger grew white hot. "Oh God." Sam whispered as he grabbed at his stomach again and almost fell to his knees.
Bobby looked over at the table that held the bowl of soup Dean had brought down earlier. After the burgers hadn't gone down well. He had said that Sam was hungry, so why hadn't Sam eaten it either? He had had some earlier and it wasn't that bad. It was at least edible. Sam could have forced it down, then at least he would have something in his stomach. Maybe he didn't notice it was there. "Hey, Dean brought you down some of my homemade soup earlier, maybe that'll help with your stomach? Since you didn't seem to like my burgers."
Sam shook his head, "I tried…it didn't work. I…I n-need the demon blood. Please Bobby. I can't down anything else. My body won't let me."
Bobby tried not to break as he looked at how lost and pathetic Sam was. He finally, after a good few seconds of thinking, let out a defeated sigh. "I'll see what I can do kid. But i can't make any promises."
Sam nodded thankfully, and Bobby closed the window and walked upstairs, leaving Sam alone yet again with his thoughts.
xXx
It was night out now, and Sam was lying on the floor next to the cot staring at the ceiling, and the taunting fan that was still pounding in his head. Bobby had said he would try to bring him demon blood. He only hoped that Bobby would pull through, even though he wasn't really sure how he would do it without Dean noticing, or would he try to make Dean understand? No, Sam knew that was damn near impossible.
Sam had taken to lying on the floor because the cot he found reeked of sweat. His sweat. It was enough to make someone vomit, it had made Sam dry heave a little, but nothing came up, probably because he had nothing in his stomach to upchuck. He was getting desperate now. He needed a shower, he needed food, and to top the list… he needed to get the heck out of the metal prison!
Now Sam was fidgeting with his fingers in front of his face, trying to think of anything that would take his mind away from the almost blinding pain in his stomach that now grew to his throat, and made his gums throb. He tried to count how many times the fan would beat at first, but it only aggravated his head further once he reached number four thousand and twenty.
Sam wondered what time it was. He didn't have his phone on him, and his watch had inexplicably stopped working. It had to be real late though, it had been dark for a long while. He guessed at roughly midnight.
Another thing that Sam had noticed about today was that he hadn't had a hallucination. Not once. Maybe the fan was aggravating other parts of his mind too, like his imagination? Not likely. It was unusual for him to have a whole day of sanity. If he could really call it sanity. He hadn't even heard any of the bodiless voices. Not a whisper.
Sam's head snapped up toward the large door when he heard the locks opening. The large hunk of a door swung open slowly, and in the archway stood an exasperated Bobby holding a struggling man who was bound and gagged tightly. No not man, Sam realized gleefully. A demon.
Sam sat bolt up, and made his way to his feet as Bobby looked him in the eye warily.
"What the hell do you think you're doin' Bobby!" Dean's voice rang out from the staircase behind him. He jogged up to Bobby and shoved the demon out of his arms. Bobby looked stunned but stood his ground.
"Look at him!" Bobby cried as he motioned to Sam who hadn't taken his eyes away from the demon since he came into sight. He could practically smell its blood.
"Yea I see him! And giving him more demon blood isn't gonna help him. It's just putting him smack back at the beginning! Rolling over walls and ALL!" Dean screamed furiously as he got in Bobby's face.
"Oh really? I didn't know that." Bobby said sarcastically.
"Maybe it'll help him now, but not in the long run Bobby! You know what's gonna happen to him in a few days time when we put him back on ice again!" Dean yelled as he motioned toward the demon.
Just then, the demon laughed behind his gag as it stood slowly. Its black eyes fixed on Sam. Dean and Bobby tried to make a grab at it, but it punched Dean square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground, and then kicked Bobby in the back of his knee, also sending him to the floor.
The demon now stood there looking at Sam. And Sam looked at it as he walked out of the room to face it. A sadistic smile playing on his lips.
Suddenly, Sam made a grab for it, and pulled the demon close to him and pulled off his gag. The demon was in a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Dean demanded as he made his way to his feet.
The demon still only had its beady eyes on Sam. "You look different Sammy." It teased, looking him up and down.
Sam gave a small triumphant smile as he lowered his head to the demons' neck, sniffing. This would do nicely.
"Yeah and you look...delicious."
Dean and Bobby froze with horror as they watched as Sam lifted his head back up to reveal a sharp set of vampire fangs descend from his gums. Sam didn't seem to notice the change, but they sure did.
What the hell?
Sam quickly lowered himself into the demons' neck and began to drink. The demons strangled cries slowly muting. It wasn't dead, just silent. Dean and Bobby never once looked away. They were transfixed in a sick, twisted, 'i can't pull my eyes away but i want to' sort of way.
It all made sense now. The pains in his stomach, his now pale complexion, everything. But how did this happen? Sam was human for all intents and purposes yesterday, so what changed?
Today, his need for demon blood wasn't some kind of twisted drug fix, but to keep him from starvation. He actually, genuinely needed it, now.
Dean's jaw dropped as he watched Sam feed. It was sick, and gruesome, but like a car crash, he couldn't look away.
Sam however, was finally at peace. As the blood from the demon washed down his throat, the pain in his stomach finally subsided, and his gums only tingled as his new fangs clamped harder onto the throat of the demon, a grueling cracking sound ringing out every few seconds as he dived in deeper.
It was a moment of sheer bliss, and he couldn't tear himself away.
The demon began to chuckle again, and then it erupted from his hosts' mouth in a swirl of black smoke. It flew up the stairs and out of the house.
Sam finally dropped the body of the man and gagged a little. Human blood wasn't anything like the demon blood, it tasted gross to him. A bit like the burgers he had had earlier on.
Sam's fangs slid back up into his gums as he was now looking at the two horrified faces of Bobby and Dean. Sam sighed a little, he would have been horrified too if it hadn't felt so right.
They couldn't seem to pull their gazes from the blood that surrounded Sam's mouth, and dripped down his neck to his chest. Staining his blue shirt. It looked like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
As a show of good faith, Sam walked back into the panic room and sat on the cot. He wasn't sure how Dean would react once he found his words.
To his surprise, Bobby spoke first. "Come on Sam; let's go upstairs…we got a lot to talk about."
Sam scoffed a little as he wiped the blood from his chin. That was an understatement.
"You're letting me out now? I've just killed a person and you're letting me go?" Sam questioned guiltily.
Bobby nodded so quick it looked almost like a twitch.
Sam stood from the cot, and walked out of the panic room and up to his brother who was still staring at him wide eyed.
"Stop it Dean." Sam whispered brokenly.
Bobby shut the large iron door to the panic room with all his strength, as Dean finally found his words. "What the hell did you do?" He whispered.
A tear slipped from Sam's eye, and rolled down his cheek, "I don't know." He replied honestly and added "But I liked it" . He really didn't know what happened. When did he become a vampire? A vampire that drinks demon blood?
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