Summary: With Sam's blood running through Crowley's veins, Crowley cannot help but feel an attachment to the young hunter. After helping Sam cast away Gadreel, Crowley has his own ideas. Those ideas contain torture, stealing Sam's blood, and keeping Sam to himself. Crowley x Sam and some Dean x Castiel

IMPORTANT: I do not own Supernatural. It belongs to Eric Kripke.

Author's Note: Here is chapter 3 :) Notice how I changed the title to thirty nights instead. I wanted to keep this long since I am really enjoying this story.

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Night 1

Sam suddenly awoke from a sharp pain on the side of his neck. Did something bite him? He tried moving his hand to his neck, but found he could not. His hand - no, both of his hands were chained to the wall!

"What the -" Sam tried tugging, but the chains were firm. Whoever chained him did a good job because he has no clue if he can get out of this one. "FUCK!"

"Such language, Moose," said a familiar voice in front of him, making Sam stop his struggles.

"Crowley?"

"The one and only. Who were you expecting, Sam? Lucifer?"

Sam growled at the memory. "You two are almost alike," Sam snarled.

Crowley stepped out of the shadows and into the only remaining light in the dark room. Sam's eyes widened slightly when he saw the hungry look in those dark hazel eyes.

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Crowley as his eyes locked with Sam's eyes. "Now, before we begin, do you have any questions?"

Sam's wide eyes narrowed at that. "Questions? Yes, I have questions! Why am I chained like this? Do you finally plan to kill me, Crowley?"

"I believe I was the one who asked you a question first!" Crowley raised his hand in a slapping gesture and flicked it.

Sam's head violently turned to the side, feeling as if a real hand slapped him across the face. Crowley flicked his hand the other way, making Sam let out of a cry of pain as his head turned. Crowley tsked and said, "So rude, Sam."

Sam just stared at Crowley, so Crowley continued. "Now let's start over, shall we? Do you have any questions for me regarding what just happened in the past 24 hours?"

"What?" Then Sam suddenly remembered. An angel possessed him! Wait, aren't you supposed to give them your permission? Sam shut his eyes and saw Dean talking with the angel and planning to have him take over Sam's body.

Dean did it to save Sam's life, but Sam was ready to die. He even told Dean he wanted to die, but Dean still went against his wishes. How could he? Instead, Dean lets an angel possess him!

Sam wanted to be sick at the thought of an angel occupying his body. Then Sam remembered Kevin standing in front of him...and Kevin's eyes...

"I killed Kevin," Sam whispered, making Crowley roll his eyes.

"We went over this. You did not kill Kevin. That holy bastard did. For a hunter, you certainly are thick. You out of all people should know that you are not in control when it comes to possession. Now drop it."

Sam and Crowley just stared at each other for almost a minute, but Sam was the first to break the silence. "Are you going to kill me?"

"Of course not. Why would I kill a rare specimen such as you? No, I plan to do much more to you. Killing you is no longer an option. I want you alive and with me."

Blinking, Sam could not believe what he just heard. "What do you plan to do with me?"

Crowley's eyes suddenly went dark. "Ohhhh...a bit of this, a bit of that, but first we're going to have a bit of fun, you could say...it might leave you a bit...breathless. For tonight, I am going to let you rest, but before I go I would like some of your blood."

"My blood?"

"Yes, your blood. That's the main reason why you are here, Sam," said Crowley as he slowly made his way towards Sam. "You see, your blood is like an addiction to me. I love the feel of it running through my veins. Sam Winchester's pure blood in my tainted blood. Absolutely poetic, wouldn't you agree?"

Sam just stared at him in confusion. He had a feeling Crowley was getting addicted to human blood, but what did he mean by 'a bit of this and a bit of that'?

"Crowley, what did you mean by being breathless?"

"I love it when you say my name, Sam," said Crowley in a husky voice. "I can get use to this."

"W-hat?"

Crowley just sighed in mock exasperation. "It's nothing Moose. I was just giving you a hint, but it looked as if it went over your head. No matter. I am taking some of your blood now, so I can sleep peacefully"

Sam instantly put his body in the best defensive stance he could think of. Crowley will get his way, but Sam does not want to make this easy for him. He needs to show Crowley that he will continue to fight.

"I can't have you kicking me, darling." Crowley flicked his hand again and Sam felt his legs go still. "Now spread them apart."

Sam's eyes widened when they spread apart, making him breathe fast. Crowley took this opportunity to walk towards him and bend down between his legs. He put a hand on the back of Sam's head and looked into his eyes.

"Give me your blood, Sam. Let me suck that sweetness from your neck."

"You don't have to do this, Crowley. Just let me go and I promise I will not ever come after you again. I'll even tell my brother to leave you alone."

"Empty words, darling. As long as you and your brother are together you will always find ways to get rid of me." Crowley leaned closer to Sam's ear and gently brushed his lips over the ear lobe. Sam just blushed and continued to breathe fast. "You will never see him again. I will not allow it."

His lips moved from Sam's ear, to underneath the ear, and then his neck. Crowley's hand gripped the back of his neck hard, but that was nothing compared to what Crowley did with his teeth.

Crowley's teeth bit hard into the sensitive skin and over the spot that was already bothering Sam. Did Crowley do something to him while he was asleep? Unfortunately, Sam did not have time to think on this because Crowley was trying to break the skin on his neck.

"Mmm...For such smooth looking skin it is certainly tough," Crowley whispered against his skin, giving Sam goose bumps all down his back.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Sam let out a loud yell as soon as Crowley broke the skin. "STOP!"

Sam knew Crowley was too far gone to stop, but he could not let it get out of control. Sam tried pulling away, but hissed in pain when Crowley bit down harder. He just shut his eyes and tried to imagine that he was somewhere safe and not sitting on a cold floor with a demon sucking at his neck.

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After a minute, Crowley reluctantly stopped and moved back. He looked over at Sam and gave him a lazy smile.

"Thank you for that. I'll be back tomorrow night for more."

Sam looked up at him with confusion. "What am I supposed to do? You can't just leave me here to bleed!"

"First off, you can rest. Secondly, I will heal the wound, but the hickey remains." Crowley reached out his hand again, making Sam flinch, but all Crowley did was gently touch the wound.

The wound closed by itself and all that remained was a huge hickey. Crowley was already starting to get that high feeling. That feeling of euphoria mixed with other unknown emotions, but he ignored them for the time being. Right now, he wants to go back to his room and lay down on his bed.

He looked over at Sam who was already curling his legs in. If Crowley were sober, he would have noticed the ashamed look in the young hunter's eyes, and the way his eyes would start to tear up.

"Night, Sam. And don't worry, I promise to bring you food in the morning." He gently pushed a strand of Sam's hair away from his face and then got up to leave.

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Sam watched as Crowley slightly swayed when he stood up. Crowley looked like he was on cloud 9. He has never seen him so relaxed and all because of his blood. Crowley, the King of Hell, was addicted to his blood. Sam knew of this type of addiction because he once had it too.

He watched Crowley salute him as he opened the door, making Sam look away. While Crowley is on cloud 9, Sam is to be stuck in this prison alone until Crowley decides to come back.

What else does Crowley decide to do with him? How long will he be locked up for? Will Crowley soon get bored of him and drink all his blood in one go? Is that how this is going to end for him?

"Ugh, enough Sam," Sam said to himself. "Thinking like this will get you nowhere. Just get some sleep and then find a way to escape."

Sam managed to put himself in a comfortable position and closed his eyes. He got out of tough spots in the past, so this should be easy.

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Author's Notes: So I am ending it there. That was night 1 and now there are 29 nights left :-D Poor Sam. While writing this out, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but the story must go on. I was watching the older Supernatural episodes the other day and I realized how innocent Sam's eyes use to be. They use to have this puppy dog look when he did something wrong and it's so cute 3 So I decided to bring that back in this chapter.

Sorry the chapters aren't longer like I promised. I am breaking this story into a lot of chapters, so I am trying my best here to make them long. It's also hard because Tuesday and Wednesday nights are the only nights I can really work on this. I will try my best to do a little bit each night after work.

Oh and I wanted to bring up Crowley's character. I plan to keep him character, but there will be some OC moments. Also, Crowley was high towards the end of this chapter and that type of feeling is the most relaxing feeling out there, so that's why he was suddenly nice to Sam. Crowley was in the zone XD