~Seven~Lust~
"How's sweet Amelia been doing?"
Sam tensed at the question and just sat ridged on the floor with his back against the podium.
"Have you seen her lately?"
He wasn't going to react. Then again, he probably didn't need to. He wasn't looking at the demon, but Sam was certain he took great pleasure at Sam's response... or lack thereof.
"Yep, I'm sure you have. I left that message quite clear. I never figured you as the kind of guy who goes for a screamer, Sammy."
A puff of air escaped Sam's lips and he quickly tried to control his pulse that shot up at the first mention of Amelia's name.
"And how she screamed. I know I never met her before but I made sure I mentioned my name in our introduction."
The timer on Sam's watch beeped. Sam tried to unclench himself from his position to pull another vial of blood from his arm.
"I also mentioned your name," the demon stated as if it was remarked in passing. "Just to make sure she knew about the death sentence on her head. In the end, I made sure she screamed it."
Sam tried not to made eye contact as he approached the demon, but it couldn't be helped. For a split second, Sam saw the delight and pleasure in its eyes.
"Loving a Winchester; that's probably one the of greatest sins of all."
Sam plunged the needle into flesh.