Part Three

A month had passed, Dean had been gone now for nearly three months and Sam had tried every trick, every deal, and every spell he could think of. Nothing had worked even slightly, no one could tell him anything he could use to help. Dean was gone, and he was all alone in the world. Sam didn't care about anything or anyone, not anymore, not even himself. He'd lost everyone he'd ever cared about, Mom, Dad, Jess and now Dean as well. Bobby kept on ringing, but Sam never picked up. What was the point? He was cursed, everyone he loved died. It was better to ignore him and forgo the sticky ending he was bound to cause.

Sam had hit rock bottom, and then slunk a few miles lower. He was drunk nearly all of the time, hunted wildly nearly getting killed a few hundred times. A fine white scare across his neck where a hook man had nearly removed his head a few weeks back, when he had lost his focus. He wouldn't kill himself, he'd promised that much, but he certainly wasn't going to fight to stay alive either.

Sam stumbled down an alleyway back towards his cheap motel, one step forwards, and at least three back again. He tripped and ended up on his ass in a pile of black bags of garbage outside a sleazy restaurant. He giggled at himself, all the times he had laughed at Dean when he was drunk, and now there was no one to laugh at him bar himself. Sam's head drooped, he was so sleepy, he could just fall asleep right here despite the smell.

"Looky what we have here, the solo Winchester. I hope that he doesn't pass out before I have my fun!" a female voice said.

A male voice joined her, "Drink deeply my sister, for his blood is that of an addict full of exciting tastes."

True enough, Sam had used tonight as well as the beer and whisky. He wasn't sure what it had been either, angel dust, E, something white, powdery and oh so good. He'd tried a number of different substances, but this cocktail was his personal favourite. A blissful high, and a good night's sleep free of nightmares, before the mind numbing crash in the morning and the need to take something else. Distantly he realised the man was a vampire and feeding on him, adding the vampire's thrall to the other highs he was already feeling. Sam was lost in an ocean of sensations, too fucked up to even realise that he was dying.

Ruby had been following Sam for a long while, watching from the background. Keeping him alive without ever showing her face. This time she had no choice if she wanted him to stay alive. Ruby staked the girl, the man stood and snarled at her, she sliced his throat clean through. "What have you gotten yourself into now Sam?" she asked.

"Ruby?" he asked, and promptly passed out.

She rolled her black eyes. "Mortals!" she exclaimed, throwing Sam over her shoulder and dragging him back to his motel room. The place was littered with dirty clothing, pizza boxes and bottles. It stank, then again so did the meat suit that she was dragging. "Sam Winchester you are a slob!"

The boy roused himself as she threw him onto the bed. "What are you doing here?" he asked still pretty away with the fairies.

"Watching over you, and your self destructive tendencies!"

"Why?"

Ruby sighed, "Maybe I miss him too, maybe I care about you a little bit more then I should." She put on her best vulnerable face and tried to blush just a little bit.

Whatever it was, it worked. Sam sat up and pulled her into a kiss filled with so much deep need and hunger. Need not just for love, but companionship and understanding as well. Someone to share the pain and the burden with. They parted and Ruby looked down at him, straddling herself across his body. Pushing him down onto the bed, as she unbuttoned his shirt. "That's it Sammie, let me show you a better life, one free of all your survivor guilt."

"Please!" Sam begged, he needed something to cling to. Something to ground him, to keep him alive, even if it was Ruby, He was so broken, so fucked up he'd take it anywhere he could.

Ruby took the knife and slit her breast, pushing Sam's head down until he drank deeply, sending shivers of passion through bot of their bodies. "Say hello to your birth right Sam." She whispered as he fed and felt whole for the first time in his life.