Rating M to be safe. Language, blood, and sexual themes. Hurt and angst Sam in this chapter.
Sam woke up strapped down to a gurney. The room was dark and reeked with decay. He could hear someone moving around him. He became aware of a burning in the back of his hands. With eyes adjusting he saw that there was an IV in each one and that each was attached to a bag of liquid. What color he couldn't tell in the dim light but he feared it was blackish red. He pulled frantically at his binds but they were wrought metal of some sort. The metal straps were around his ankles, wrists, waist, and forehead. He tried to deduce who it might be that had him. If it were the hunters they fought earlier they would have already killed him. Charles was the best guess. They had been fighting on Remington ground when he was taken. If that was the case rescue was on the way.
Panic seized him when he heard a soft female voice whispering Latin in his ear. Everything inside him prayed to God that this wasn't happening but he knew damn well it was! Fear, panic, hatred, sorrow all coursed through him at the same time and he nearly caused the IVs to hemorrhage in his hands as he struggled to get free!
"Relax baby," the voice was soft and smooth in his ear. His body obeyed.
"We're just getting started. And the things I'm going to do to you." Fingernails raked down his bare chest creating red streams of blood.
"Don't want to make you bleed too much before you get all the good demon blood in you Sam. How long has it been since you've had a fix?" The demon crawled up on the gurney with him and straddled his waist, grinding into him.
The demon had her hand against his cheek, again causing red blood streams to form.
"Ruby," he said with enough venom in his voice to make it known once he got free he was going to send her back to Hell permanently.
She wiggled on top of him satisfied at the reaction she got from his body. "Nice to know you can still get it up for the demon bitch. Enjoying the blood Sam? We're going to get you nice and strong and then you're going to be a monster again. Something your brother will have to hunt."
He couldn't turn his head so was forced to accept Ruby's kiss. He had endured Lucifer inside him; dealing with a horny demon was a piece of cake after that. Disgusting, but easily dealt with. However he knew that was the least of his problems.
"Why?" He didn't feel the effects of the demon blood that he had in the past and prayed harder that it wouldn't have any effect on him. He wasn't that person, he couldn't be that person! It made no sense to him but he was more terrified of going back down that path then he was with his showdown with Lucifer. The people he would let down, the consequences.
"Because I can," she said as she slit her wrist and with one strong hand forced his mouth open.
He couldn't fight her but he damn sure wasn't going to swallow the bitch's blood. As the first drops hit his tongue they burned. He tried to spit it out but she was preventing his mouth from closing. A stream began to flow into his mouth and it gagged him. Though he was fighting to keep it from going down his throat some managed to creep down. It was finally doing something to him he realized with utter despair.
"SAM!" It was Dean's voice that he heard. Ruby had let his mouth go and he spat the vile liquid out.
"SAM!" The voice was Abigail's.
"Enjoy the blood Sam," Ruby said as she left him alone with the drips turned up high. He yelled for his brother.
"SAM!" Dean was at his brother's side cutting the tubes connected to his arm. Demon blood leaked everywhere.
"Is he ok?" Abigail asked as the room got brighter. She had found the light switch and as Sam became aware of his surroundings he saw the bodies of a dozen demons in the corner and a stockpile of demon blood.
"Fine, I'm fine." He said weakly. He was ashamed that Dean had found him hooked up to demon blood, with traces around his mouth.
"You're going to be ok," he said as he freed his brother from the gurney supporting his younger brother gentle against his chest.
Sam knew his life was over now. He had just got it back, had defeated Lucifer, saved the world and now his world was destroyed. The Winchester curse. Ruby had ruined it by infecting him with demon blood! When would the urges hit him? What would he do to Dean? How could his brother not think him a freak after this? Dean would call him a monster. God he didn't want to hear that word coming out of his mouth! His brother would never want to be near him again. Dean would fear him. Sam's prayers turned to curses as he clung to Dean for however long his brother would let him.
"I'm not going to let you go Sammy," Dean said clinging to his brother as tightly as Sam was clinging to him. "Not going anywhere. You're going be fine. You hear me Sammy? You are going to be fine." Dean was sobbing as he tightened his grip on Sam.
"Abigail!" Dean yelled as he loosened his grip on Sam.
Sam panicked when Dean loosened his grip. He knew that Dean was throwing him away, just like Dean threw away the amulet. He tried to grab his brother but Dean was out of reach.
"Abigail stay with him. Get him out of here."
"Dean," Sam said in agony. "I am not a monster. I'm not a blood junky. Please just don't leave me."
His brother begging him to stay with him steeled Dean's resolve. "THAT FUCKING DEMON BITCH IS MINE!"
"Dean, I've got this one." The look in her eye and the tone in her voice was something he didn't argue with. He wanted revenge but Sam was begging him to stay. Sam thought that Dean wouldn't want him around anymore. Abby knew what Sam was thinking, the bloodoath was beginning to work – to get stronger between them. She also knew Dean realized he couldn't leave his brother.
"Stay with Sam, get him out of here."
"She did this to my brother!"
"And I have a Colt with a very special bullet in it that will permanently end the bitch's life. No Hell, no passing go just simply having her worthless atoms spread throughout the cosmos. She will never hurt Sam again. That I promise."
Sam listen dejectedly to their conversation but it gave him hope. He had his brother and a new ally fighting for him. They were fighting for him, protecting him. Surly they wouldn't do that if he was a monster?
"Dean, get him out of here," Abigail repeated with force this time.
Tracking a demon was easy for a Colt, ingrained in them since childhood. Killing one was easy too, with the right weapon. But Abigail wasn't going to let this demon bitch off easily. Ruby was going to fucking suffer before she finally ended its life. Of course there would be consequences for her but it just seemed like the right thing to do.
"Going somewhere," Abigail said as she cornered Ruby?
Ruby tried her super demon skills on her but they didn't work. Surprised but not worried yet she said, "What are you? Another demon blooded baby?"
"No," was her simple answer. "Though I do have some of it running through my veins."
Ruby tried to mess with Abby's head but couldn't read her thoughts.
"I feel you in there trying to root around. Can't do it, so deal with it."
"What are you," Ruby asked?
"The bitch that ended your miserable existence." And with those words she fired making sure the bullet nicked her femoral artery spilling demon blood. The bullet was special because it killed slowly, painfully but Abby was going to make sure that Ruby's demonic blood was spilled before she allowed her to die.
"You will never hurt Sam again." Were the last words Ruby heard before her atoms were scattered across the universe.
They got Sam back to the hotel. He was weak, worried that his brother was going to abandon him. The red streaks from Ruby's claws were healing on their own. Abigail had said that it was probably due to the bloodoath. She could feel it getting stronger. She had gone out to get coffee and when she returned Sam was still asleep.
"Here," she handed a cup to Dean and one to Bobby. "How's he doing?"
"Vitals are fine," Bobby said. "No demon in him at all. Only thing is he's terrified of what he'll become and keeps muttering Dean will leave him or have to kill him."
"We're not going to let him become anything," Dean said flatly. "And I'm not going anywhere Bobby. Sure as hell not killing him."
Sam was aware of their conversation. He had been aware for a while. He had heard Dean and Bobby talking, he knew he was fine physically. Even he felt fine but it could have been the medication they gave him. He was calmer now knowing that Dean wasn't going to call him a freak or a monster and that his brother wasn't going to abandon him. Sam sure as hell wasn't going to abandoned Dean…ever.
He finally decided to join the rest of the group. "Is she dead," he asked as he opened his eyes and shifted to sit up? Dean was at his side in an instant helping his brother get comfortable.
"Dead and atoms scattered across the universes," Abigail said as she joined Dean at Sam's side. He had watched her last night, she was going to return the favor.
"How?"
"Special bullet," she said with a smile. "And she suffered."
That seemed to make him feel better.
"You hungry," Dean asked his brother? "Strong enough to get up?"
Sam was already getting out of bed. "I'm fine. I'm really fine?" His voice cracked at the words he was so happy!
"Of course you are Sammy."
He remembered Dean calling him Sammy when they had found him. Dean hadn't called him Sammy in a long time – it sounded good.
There was one drawback to Sam's blood consumption – he was starving! At the diner he ate plate after plate of pasta, two cheeseburgers, and several salads. His companions tried not to stare but it was hard. At least it wasn't demon mojo he was eating, which relieved Dean. Sam would be alright. Now all they had to do was go back to the Remington estate and get their family back...should be easy enough. Then Dean would sit back and watch his brother and Abigail sort out the Heavenly mandate...that would be fun.