There was nothing on the TV, Sam had skipped over every channel before in anger he threw the remote across the room. His whole body tense as he sat on his bed unable to control the involuntary shakes of his body. He concentrated on his ragged breathing in for ten, out for ten, in for ten... He pulled his hands to his head and squeezed hard trying to drown out his cravings. It did not work so he stood up and walked to the bathroom slamming the door as he went.

Stripping off he turned the shower on leaving it on cold before he jumped in inhaling quickly as the ice cold water collided with his skin. He stood still for what seemed like hours allowing his body to become numb and breathed a sigh of relief as his cravings numbed with it. Only when he felt he could breathe without exploding in desperation did Sam turn the shower off and stepped out.

He dressed quickly and was pleased that his shivering now was due to the cold he felt and not anything else. Walking into the room he noticed Dean was yet to return and shaking his head he jumped into bed. He would fix things with his brother tomorrow after he had had time to comprehend what had happened tonight.

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Sam barely slept that night waking up every so often to noises going on outside. At not long past three he heard the door go and turning he saw his brother stumble in. Closing his eyes quickly he pretended to be asleep not wanting the argument that he knew would happen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dean throw his jacket over the chair before he stumbled into the bathroom shutting the door as he went.

Five minutes later the door opened and his older brother stumbled out making towards his bed, keeping his eyes closed he frowned slightly when he heard Dean stop by his bed. Sam did not have to open his eyes to see Dean was studying him.

"Damnit Sammy." He heard his brother mutter before he saw him face plant his bed, passed out before his head touched the pillow.

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Sam rose early the next morning, the winter's sun only just creeping in through the window. Turning he saw his brother lying how he had landed just a few hours before. Most of the time the expression on his face along with the snoring would be comical but today Sam just frowned before turning and fishing out the keys from his jacket.

As quietly as he could with a final look at his brother he walked out closing the door quietly as he went. The harsh cold air caught him by surprise as he wondered the parking lot to the impala parked the furthest away from other cars. Jumping in quickly he turned the ignition allowing the car to warm up before he drove off. The roads were dead at this time in the morning and Sam putting his foot down enjoyed the acceleration.

It only took ten minutes to get to the town where parking up he noticed people were out, busy walking without noticing anything most probably on their way to work. Noticing a small diner he made for that, and inside grateful for the warmth he ordered two large coffees and a selection of their breakfast menus before paying and leaving.

Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket he reached in and sighing saw the caller ID Alex Smith, Dean's latest phone number. Inhaling he answered with a cheerful "hey."

His brother however did not return with the happy talk, "Where are you?!"

"In town I just picked up some breakfast, I'm heading back now."

"And you decided to take my car?" Dean was angry, Sam could hear it in his voice and trying to keep the peace Sam didn't rise to it.

"I didn't think it would be a problem. Look I'm on my way back now I won't be long."

The call had already cut out by the time Sam had finished talking and gritting his teeth Sam concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and not lashing out at the nearest wall.

Maybe it was because he was angry, or because he was still craving something he couldn't have...but even so for a trained hunter he would kick himself later for not noticing what was behind him.

He was nearly at the car when he heard footsteps behind him, frowning slightly he picked up his pace deciding to figure out if it was coincidence someone had just appeared and was walking the same way. As if he was ever that lucky.

"Well well well if it isn't the famous Sam Winchester." A deep male voice stated.

Sam turned around slowly his hands still full from the coffee and food he was carrying. He studied the man in front of him, he was shorter than Sam but that meant nothing. Sam knew a demon when he saw one, having killed so many over the years you switch on. He knew about their unnatural strength and the way they never seemed to get hurt.

Dropping the food he reached for the knife he had taken from the table before he left, and now he had never been more thankful that he had. Holding it firmly in his right hand he held his left arm up to protect his torso as he advanced on the man. He watched as the man edged towards him, a sly look on his face. He jumped forward forcing Sam to blindly slash at air in desperation as he stepped back...straight into the arms of another demon.

"Didn't think I would come alone id you?" The man scoffed at the thought and laughed as Sam elbowed his captor before kicking backwards allowing himself to be free. Retaliating at what the boy had done the demon grabbed hold of his arm before flinging him to a car parked ten feet away.

Sam cringed on impact but adrenaline pumping threw his veins he stood up before he could feel the pain he knew would come later. The demons advanced and now fully prepared Sam aimed for one before turning last second stabbing the other quickly in the heart allowing the body to fall to the floor. Jumping fast he landed on the other forcing him to the floor where he lifted the blade placing it again in the demons body and watched as it squirmed for a second before it stilled.

Breathing heavily he sat wiping the knife's blood on the body but not before he caught sight of it and any control he had possessed this morning vanished. His body began to shake shouting at him to give in and accept what was in front of him. Unsure of how long he sat still starring hungrily at the blood Sam shook his head before standing up.

NO! The functioning side of his brain shouted and relying on that he listened dragging his protesting body with him. Cringing as the adrenaline left his body Sam could now feel his side and looking at his reflection in the cars window he noticed a cut bleeding down his arm. Knowing he would have to sort that when he got back he turned the car on desperate to leave the blood before he knew there would be no going back. The breakfast and coffee now long forgotten...