Title: parasite
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: disturbing; dark; takes place during "Fresh Blood"
Pairings: none
Rating: R
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: SPN, any, taste
It's better than chocolate or whiskey or anything else he's ever had. It's sticky and sweet and warm, life sluicing down his throat, thick and vibrant. Every sense is on overdrive, but taste… he almost climaxes at the first sip, and then the rest—he licks his lips to get the last drops, brushes his fingers along his cheeks and jaw, runs his tongue on every centimeter of skin he can.
It's better than sex. And the only thing that will top the taste of blood, he knows, is killing Sammy Winchester.
(And when he sinks his fangs into Dean's throat, when he sucks down Dean's blood… dying right after is completely worth it.)