Chapter Six:- Blood Ecstacy
Sam POV.
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I wasn't usually given to blind panic except maybe where Dean was concerned.
Threats to my brother demolished any good sense I possessed and made me a danger to anyone who barred my way to Dean, but if I wasn't panicking now, I was giving a fucking good imitation.
My pulse was racing, my heart beating a drum march and my gut was twisting around like a pretzel.
Part of the panic was caused by the fact of not fully understanding the situation I found myself in.
See, Crowley wasn't to be trusted, even when he'd been posturing as an ally, but he'd never have dared to lay a hand on either of us, knowing revenge would've been swift and permanent. So, mixed in with fears for my own situation, were those for my big brother too.
If Crowley had kidnapped me to use as a blood bank for his addiction, then he had to have the certainty Dean wouldn't come gunning for him.
So caught up was I in anxiety for my big brother, that I barely reacted to the slimy touch of Crowley's lips on my skin or the nauseous sensation of sucking as he drew my blood into his mouth.
"What have you done with my brother?" I yelled.
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Words were the only weapon at my disposal, for the rest of me was hog-tied to the bed and there was no way I was gonna be moving anytime soon.
Crowley was humming and moaning as if he was about to orgasm and my fears grew even deeper.
If he got off on drinking my blood, it was still bearable, but at the thought of him putting me through what Lucifer had already done in the Cage, really made me panic.
I'd already been cast in the role of a devil's bitch and I didn't relish repeating the experience!
"What have you done to Dean?" I repeated. Crowley must have been coming down from his high for he lifted his head to grin at me.
I wanted to spew at the sight of my blood decorating his lips, and at the ecstatic expression on his face, but I managed to contain myself.
"Ah, moosie," he sighed." I've had to wait so long for this, but it's been worth every second."
His hand lingered caressingly over the stinging cut on my arm, making me cringe at his touch.
"You are such a prize, Sam, fit for the King of Hell."
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Eyeing my body with lecherous glances, he continued. "Don't worry. You'll be treated as befits my consort, and who knows, maybe one day you'll even come to love me!"
Okay, I fumed mutely. The fucker has definitely crossed over into Crazy Town!
I ignored his words completely and for the third time I gritted my teeth and hissed. "What have you done with my brother?"
"Such obsessive brotherly love," he mock-sighed. "I almost admire you, Sam, always putting Dean first. But, of course, self-sacrifice is a speciality of you Winchesters."
I tried to inch away when he ruffled my hair. "Relax. Dean's fine," he smirked. "He's got someone else looking out for him now, so don't worry that pretty little head of yours."
He winked conspiratorially. "You're not the only one who can give him lots of 'twu luv'!
With a last pat to my head as if I was his favourite dog, he disappeared, leaving me to yank ineffectually on the shackles and wonder just what the fuck he was rambling on about, and what it meant for Dean.
tbc