CHAPTER FOURTEEN: The Boy King

Sam froze.

He had no idea what to do because his brother just stabbed himself.

The hunter's eyes were wide in shock until the smell hit him.

The same sweet copper scent that had made him do unthinkable things in the past.

Now that same addictive blood was coming from the wound that belonged to his brother.

"Use his one weakness against him." Crowley's words rang through Dean's head as he watched his brother lose his grip on reality.

Sweat began to form on Sam's forehead as he tried to calm himself down because he knew this was what Dean wanted; for him to lose control.

Sam met his brother's dark gaze and his smirking face, the Knight's laughter drowning out every sound but one: the blood pumping through Dean's veins.

"Come on, Sammy. I'll let you have a free taste." The Knight slowly pulled out the blade with his eyebrows raised, holding it out towards the youngest Winchester, watching him expectantly.

Sam swallowed hard, not even noticing Cas was resting a forceful hand on his shoulder. The youngest Winchester's eyes were locked on the crimson that was being wasted as it dripped to the floor.

"Sam, leave." The angel ordered, shoving him towards the door. The hunter shoved back twice as hard, sending Castiel stumbling into Meg.

The angel and demon watched helplessly as they saw the youngest Winchester begin to downward spiral.

Sam's feral gaze rested on Dean's smug one as he took a confident step forward.

"Here little brother. Take it." The Knight's tone was seductive as he tried to lure the youngest Winchester in.

Before Sam had even realized what he was doing, he yanked the knife from his brother's hand and ran his tongue longingly down the length of it, cleaning it completely.

The malicious laughter that occupied the room brought Sam out of his reverie as he stared at the blade in horror. Eyes widened with disgust, the knife fell to the floor with a clank.

"If you want, I'll fill a glass up for ya." Dean teased, sarcasm lacing his words.

As the cursed blood started flowing through the hunter's system, he had only one objective in mind.

"Get out." Sam hissed, turning to face the demon and angel in the corner of the room, their features twisted with fear.

"No." Cas said defiantly, taking a step towards the blood junkie.

"I'm not asking." Rushing over to Castiel, Sam gripped his trench coat collar and tossed him like a rag doll, the angel's back hitting the door.

"Cas!" Meg hurried over to the crumpled form of the angel, helping him up. Looking at the cruel smile occupying the hunter's lips, the two fled from the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

As Sam returned his glare to his brother, he felt all control leave his body. Picking up the blade that had fallen to the floor, he approached the arrogant bastard in front of him.

"This may pinch." The hunter said viciously as he gripped Dean's arm harshly, resting the edge of the knife right along his collar bone. Without further warning, Sam ruthlessly slashed it across the Knight's skin, breaking it easily.

"There ya go Sammy, I don't mind." Dean's breath hitched as Sam started sucking greedily. "Not too much, I still need some." Panic was creeping into the eldest Winchester's voice as his brother kept going, not even pausing for air.

"Alright, Sam. That's enough." Dean insisted more urgently.

By this point the hunter had shut his eyes, truly enjoying the feeling of tainted blood rushing past his lips. Sam relished the taste of sin invigorating him as he ingested more and more.

"Sammy." The Knight's vision started to blur as his blood level decreased, falling to his knees.

After what seemed like forever, Sam finally backed away, licking the access blood around his lips.

The Knight pressed his bound hands to the wound the best he could as he watched his brother with pride.

"I knew you had it in ya. How do you feel?" Dean asked, slowly rising. His lips were forming a smirk as he saw a cruel glint in his brother's eyes.

"Powerful." Sam said gruffly. He was on a high and he felt like he'd never come down.

….

"We shouldn't have left. Dean could be dead for all we know. Or Sam." The angel said, voice filled with worry as he sat at the kitchen table.

"He was going to kill you. But it has been a while; I'll go check on them." Meg said, patting Castiel's shoulder reassuringly.

As the demon made her way down the hallway, she noted the quiet pitter patter of feet that she had no doubt in her mind belonged to Cas. Smiling softly, she made her way to the dungeon.

….

The Knight snapped his fingers trying to get his brother's attention. "Alright, Sammy, we don't have much time."

"Much time to do what?" The hunter questioned as he ran his finger across the bloodied blade, licking the single digit.

"To get out of here. Meg and Cas won't let you have more blood but I will. Just undo these and we can go and get you some more." Dean could see the look of interest and excitement at the promise of more sweet crimson. Nodding enthusiastically, Sam made his way over to the Knight, the chains crashing to the floor.

Dean clapped his brother on the shoulder. "Perfect. Let's-" Before the eldest Winchester could continue, Castiel and Meg opened the door.

"Sam what are you-" The angel started. He wasn't able to get out much more before him and the brunette were flung against the wall, suspended a couple feet off the ground.

The Knight laughed as he saw the change in Sam that was taking place.

"Come on Sammy. They're not worth it." With a quick wink to the pair, Dean snapped his fingers and the Winchester brothers were gone.

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TBC

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