Chapter 2

Sam was sitting alone in the dark, his head bowed. Sam didn't know how long it had been since Azazel had zapped them to this abandoned warehouse and chained Sam's handcuffs to the wall. Long enough for Sam to have stopped crying and his tears to dry. After the demon had made sure that Sam wasn't going anywhere soon, he had disappeared. Sam should've felt relieved that the demon had left, but that meant that Sam was all alone with his thoughts. And that was just about the worst thing that could happen to him right now.

Jess was dead. Azazel had come for Sam, and had killed Jess to get him. It was all his fault. If he hadn't fallen in love with her, she could be alive right now, living a completely long, happy, and safe life. But Sam had taken that from her. He should never have gone to Stanford, never should have left his family. Never should have fallen in love with her and selfishly put her in danger. You can't leave hunting, nobody ever does, except through a violent and painful death. And it was Sam's fault that Jessica had to have one of those deaths. Hell, it was probably his fault that his mom died as well, Azazel killed her above his crib! Why does everyone that Sam loves have to die?

The demon killed her because it wanted him, but Sam would never work with it. He had to get out of here before Azazel came back. Looking up to the engraved cuffs, Sam gave a tug, twisting his wrists as he tried to escape his bonds. But no matter how hard he tried to escape, the cold metal only rubbed his wrists raw. It was no use, and Sam knew it, but he couldn't give up. Determination shown in his eyes as Sam struggled with all his might to get free, only stopping when the blood began to pour steadily from his scraped and aching wrists. Tightly closing his eyes against his raging emotions, Sam slammed his head against the hard wall behind him. Lights danced in front of his closed eyes as pain flashed through his skull.

"Now Sammy, I can't have you hurting yourself like this. You're going to need to have you're A-game if you are goanna survive these next couple weeks." Sam jumped violently, his wrist's cuts painfully flaring at the sudden movement. The demon stood a couple of feet away from him. Despite its light tone, Sam could see the withheld anger in those flashing yellow eyes.

"Oh, sorry. I wouldn't want to screw up your precious plans," Sam said with a biting sarcasm, but all Azazel did was smile wickedly at him.

"I'm glad that you're starting to come around to my way of seeing thing, Sammy-boy." The demon suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Sam's cut wrists.

The added pressure drew a small hiss of pain from the young hunter. Sam then started to feel a slight burning, which began to grow more painful as the seconds passed. Azazel's eyes flashed even brighter as Sam tried to tug his wrists away from the pain he was causing. When the demon released Sam's wrists they were cut free, the only thing showing that he had ever been cut was the dried blood clinging to his skin.

"There," the demon said as he examined Sam with a satisfied smirk. "Good as new."

Sam did nothing but glare at Azazel. He didn't know that demons could do that. Maybe it was because Azazel wasn't just any demon.

"Why would you heal me?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"Haven't we already been over this Sammy? I want you to work with me, be my partner and ally."

"What does that mean? You keep talking about it, but you haven't said what you really want from me."

"Sam, you are the key to my success. You're the one that can free my demon army, and the only one suitable to lead it. We can take this world by force, think of all the possibilities!" Azazel gestured widely as he said this, as if to express the greatness of his plan.

"I won't help you burn the world! Go find someone else to lead your army!" Sam yelled at the demon, his anger bubbling to the surface.

"Sorry Sammy-boy, but you're the one that I want. Of course there are other options, but you're my favorite. I've been waiting for the right moment to do this, but I decided that if I need something to get done, I'm just goanna have to do it myself." With that Azazel took a strange black dagger from the inside of his jacket, and cut deeply into his own wrist.

The blood flowed rapidly and freely from the wound, just as desperate to escape this demon as Sam was. It pooled on his arm before spilling over and dripping sickeningly to the floor. Azazel showed no sign of feeling any pain from the cut and calmly placed the blade that now shone a dark crimson back inside his jacket. Bringing his bleeding arm up to Sam's face, the demon calmly asked, "Do you want some?" as if he were offering Sam a glass of fruit punch.

Sam's eyes widened and he firmly clamped his mouth shut, firmly shaking his head. Then the demon laughed, straight out laughed at Sam as he used his telekinesis and forced Sam's mouth open. Sam cried out as Azazel tipped his arms and the blood flowed straight into Sam's mouth. His struggles to get away were useless, as the handcuffs held him firmly in his place. Soon Sam had a mouthful of the metallic sweet liquid, and as much as his mind resisted, his body forced him to swallow before he drowned himself with the substance. The demon's blood flowed down his throat, but the taste of it stayed in his mouth and throat. Azazel released his hold on him, and Sam gagged at the overwhelming taste of the blood, as the liquid writhed like fire inside of him.

The demon knelt down beside his hostage, grinning at Sam's utter disgust and horror at the events that had just taken place. "That will do for now. I'll be back later Sam, and you can have some more." And with that the demon disappeared.

Sam didn't move for a long time. He couldn't even think correctly. What had just happened? Something horrible, and it was just the beginning. The demon would soon be back, and Sam had never dreaded anything more.

Mere hours had passed before someone teleported into the room to give Sam some 'company,' but surprisingly it wasn't Azazel. Sam looked at the stranger uneasily. She was pretty tall for a woman (but nowhere near as tall as Sam would be if he were standing), with bright blue eyes, a blonde pixie cut, and a wickedly evil smile on her face. She walked right up to Sam and sat down on his lap, running her fingers through his hair. Sam jerked away from her, something about her made the hair on the back of his neck raise, and rightly so as her eyes flashed black.

"Hey there hot-stuff, I've got something for you," the demon said with a voice smooth as silk, but there was a lightly concealed darkness behind it. She clearly wasn't someone to mess with, but Sam was a Winchester, and he wasn't about to be some demon bitch's bitch if he had any say about it. With a quick shift of his weight and a firm buck from his legs, Sam threw the demon off of him. She glowered at him from her new place on the dirty floor. Rising quickly, she strode over to Sam and slapped him strongly across the face, snapping Sam's head to the side.

"Now that wasn't very nice Sam. My father may have a soft spot for you, but I won't hesitate to teach you some manners." When Sam continued to glower at her in silence, she smiled once again, all sickly sweet. "I'm Meg, daughter of Azazel. I'm here because my Dad asked me to be, not because I want to be your friend. But I can make your life hell Winchester. You think you got it bad with a dead girlfriend? That's nothing compared to what I'll do to you if you cross me."

At the mention of Jess Sam's rage took over and he kicked out at Meg, swiping her feet out from under her. When she jumped back up, there was a blade in her hand. Sam's breath caught in his throat at thrust the blade into his shoulder, then she began to viciously twist it, drawing a strangled cry from Sam. Meg ripped the knife back out of the wound and then sliced her own wrist. Sam was still lost in the pain as she wretched open his mouth and poured her tainted blood down his throat. This time Sam refused to swallow, instincts be damned. So Meg simply covered his mouth with her hand, firmly closing it, as she dug her fingers into his open wound. Sam struggled to scream and ended up choking on the blood as it slid down his throat. Meg removed her hand as half of it went in his lungs. With heaving breaths Sam tried to regain the oxygen he lost. Right before Meg disappeared, she gave his stab wound one more twist, her laughter echoing in the empty warehouse long after she was gone.

Time passed rapidly from there on. There was the hours that he was left alone to recover and dwell in his mind, and then that spent with the demons. Different demons would appear and force their blood down his throat, then disappear. Usually it was Azazel or Meg. Meg would usually torture him, whereas Azazel would be kind (comparatively), healing the wounds inflicted on him by others. But that in itself was its own torture, as it always hurt much more than the actual wound ever did. Sam had no clue how long this went on for. Weeks? Months? Either way, Sam saw no end to it in sight, his family wouldn't be looking for him, and they probably didn't even know that he was gone.

The change was subtle at first. Sam noticed it one day when a demon came in to give him the demonic blood. A few days before this Sam had given up on resisting the demons, there was no use. No one was coming for him. But when the demon poured the blood in his mouth he found that he liked it. The taste that he had once despised Sam now found heavenly, despite the irony in the fact. Sam needed the blood. Even though the words seemed so inadequate to how much he longed for the evil liquid, Sam was addicted, every fiber of his being ached when the demons weren't there, pouring it down his throat.

Sam was disgusted with himself. What would his family think? John would probably disown him, in the least. His Dad always saw the world so black and white. Even though Sam hated to think about it, he knew that John would probably hunt him. How Dean would react was more questionable. He and his brother used to be so close, but with Sam leaving for Stanford, he wasn't sure how strong their bond still was. Sam wanted to believe that his brother would never hurt him, but if Dean did decide that Sam was something evil . . . Sam knew he wouldn't take it well. Sam didn't know what was happening to him, but it was definitely something dark and demonic. And anything to do with demons was immediately something to be hunted in the Winchester's point of view. So where did that leave Sam?

Weeks later . . .

A demon lackey suddenly appears outside the fancy door that led to the room his master occupied. He wrung his hands nervously, his black eyes flashing with fear. Sure, Azazel was one of the more forgiving lords of the Underworld, but he was still a very powerful demon. All that he could hope is that Azazel was in a good enough mood to not shoot the messenger. Taking a deep, shaky breath, the low level demon knocked on the solid, dark wood.

"Come in," His master's voice called out.

Entering the room nervously, the demon hesitantly approached his superior. "My lord," his voice was shaky, so he cleared his throat and continued on much steadier. "It's Sam Winchester . . ."

"Yes, what about him?" Azazel asked, starting to grow impatient with this quivering excuse of a demon.

"He's escaped sir."

The room was silent for a few seconds before Azazel shrugged dismissively. "It's about time. I thought he'd given up."

"Uummm, so you planned for him to-?"

"Of course I planned for Sam to escape!" Azazel said heatedly. "Do you think he could escape if I didn't want him to?" The lesser demon stayed silent, fearing he had overstepped his bounds. Rolling his eyes, Azazel continued. "I need Sam to work with me willingly. The spell was only half of it. The one thing that keeps Sam from the world of the Supernatural is his longing to have a normal life, and with what he is now, he can never have that. By having him escape, he'll realize that we are the only ones who accept him, and then willingly come back to me. I want Sam to be loyal to me, not just some lackey like you." The lesser demon shuffled his feet, not knowing how to respond to this safely, so he chose to stay mute. "I have one more job for you. I need you to tip off Dean Winchester of Sam's whereabouts."

"Why would you want the older sibling to find him? With what Sam is now, won't he try and harm him?"

"I'm counting on it. That will be the last straw for Sam. When his brother turns on him, he'll feel completely and utterly alone. That's when Sam will come back to our awaiting arms, and then he and I will create Hell on Earth." Azazel's yellow eyes gleamed with dark joy as his minion disappeared from the room, off to set in motion the next step in his plan.

Dun dun duuuun! Poor Sammy ): But, next chapter we get Dean, and I am so excited to write him. And then of course we'll see exactly what Azazel meant by Sam being changed (ignoring my summery w/all of it's spoilers) and have our first Dean and Sam meeting! Hoped you enjoyed yourself, stay tuned for more