Chapter two
Sam wiped his mouth roughly, smearing the blood down his sleeve. This feeling, he feels stronger than ever. Raindrops started falling to the ground and he turned to see someone running towards him. It was a man with a knife and a gun in his hands; he stopped when he reached Sam.
"You're good." The man said looking at Sam and then to the bodies. Sam just stared at him not sure what to think.
"Don't worry, I'm a hunter," the man said putting away his weapons and showing Sam an anti-possession amulet and Sam nodded at him but didn't want to introduce himself.
"You actually remembered the passage to send those bastards back to hell. I still have my print out." The man joked and Sam just nodded again. The man started examining Sam, the blood on his sleeve but the fact that Sam was completely uninjured. And then to the blood smear across his face.
"Are you..." the man asked, his expression changing to hatred. Sam wiped his face again but the man had already sussed it out. He was pointing his gun at Sam straight in the face.
"You're as bad as them." The man growled and Sam put his hands up in surrender.
"Disgusting son of a bitch." He spat at Sam, Sam just stood silently looking down at him.
"Just walk away." Sam said in a low voice and a menacing expression.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't hunt you down like I do vampires?" Sam took his hands down and clenched them into fists again; the man saw and laughed at Sam for this. The man hit Sam around the head with the handle of his gun, knocking Sam down to his knees. The pain was blinding but Sam stared at the hunter. The man cocked the gun and aimed it at Sam's forehead; Sam didn't close his eyes he still stared intently, not showing his fear.
"I'll tell you what..." The man started and he took his gun away from Sam. "If you do something for me, I won't kill you or tell every other hunter out there what you do." The man cackled with an evil smirk staring at his gun and then the Sam again. "That includes your brother." Sam got up from his knees and stood close to the man.
"What do you want me to do?" Sam said with a deep voice. The man stood holding his chin in the most obvious way to show that he was thinking and then clapped his hands together.
"I've got it." The man said now rubbing his hands together like a greedy rich man. "A pretty boy like you could do well in this line of work." Sam just stared at him in anger, wondering where he was going with his thought.
"You sell yourself and pay me every dollar you earn." The man said flatly like he has made this deal before. "But the most popular line of work these days is in the gay market." The man said shaking his head in disgust.
"I think you'd do well there. And if you don't, well, I'll find you. So do we have a deal?" He said lifting his gun back up to Sam's chest. With a deep breath Sam nodded and the man laughed loudly.
"I'll be rich!" He said as he walked away still laughing to himself. Sam stood staring after him, all the amazing feelings from the demon blood that were rushing through him were all gone by now.
His feet started walking back towards the motel; he had gotten into enough trouble for one night. He got to the door and opened it quietly and slumped into his lumpy bed.
Am I really going to sell my body and give this psycho the money? Dean can't find out what I've done, he'll want to hunt me. Dean can never know.