Chapter 5: Blood
A/N: I'm going to start focusing on Sam a little bit more, especially on his relationships with Ruby and Anna. I want the story to take kind of a darker tone as Sam realizes what he is and what he can do. I also want to emphasize the hate that he feels for his father more in my story then in the actual series. You must remember that sense Sam does have demon blood in him, he is closer to the evil side of his mind them most humans. The same thing applies for the other special children.
Remember, this is not just a Destiel – it is a story full of plot. If you do not like where my bunnies take me, then simple read one of my other stories. I am only warning this because this story WILL get pretty dark.
I like brown haired Ruby better, I think she is prettier.
I have a plan going with Anna, just so you know.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural fandom, nor do I make any money from this.
The first thing Castiel noticed when he awoke was that his head was pounding, hard. He opened his eyes and saw Dean leaning over him, talking about something, but he couldn't hear what the man was saying over the sound of blood pumping in his head. "Your voice, it is making the headache worse."
At this, Dean glared at him and handed him some pills and a glass of water. The man didn't leave until Castiel took them. After a moment, he said. "I need you to help me move all of our stuff to the new place. Get your ass out of bed and into the shower."
Castiel seethed, glaring at Dean's back as he walked away. With a sigh, the angel stood from bed, his head swimming dangerously. Slowly, he made his way into the shower, sighing as the hot water cascaded down on him, relaxing his body completely. Once he was satisfied, he finished and clothed himself, finding Dean sitting in the living room. "Where is Anna?" Castiel asked curiously.
Dean shrugged, "She's been gone since last night. Think she went back to your dads?"
The angel frowned. "I do not believe so, however I think she would have called my name if she needed help." He then shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "What do you need me to do?" He asked hesitantly. It took hours moving all of the stuff into the new house, and they had yet to tell Sam, wanting it to be a surprise. After moving all of their stuff, they headed over to the film set to begin the shoot for the day.
Castiel laid in the bed, his arm wrapped around Dean and a smile on both their faces. A blanket was wrapped loosely around their waists, but one could tell that they were both naked underneath. Dean looked up to Castiel and kissed his neck gently. At this, the angel raised a curious brow. "Ready to go again, are you?"
Dean smirked and climbed on top of his lover, his butt grinding against Castiel's hardening prick. "Can you keep up with me, big man?" The human asked seductively as he leaned over to capture Castiel's lips in a very passionate kiss.
Moaning, Castiel's hands found Dean's hips and he thrust up, causing a very welcome friction between the two. The angel's hands started to roam his partner's body, touching every inch they could. When they found Dean's perky nipples, he pinched them gently, causing the human to throw his head back and give a cry of pleasure. "God, I love the noises you make." The angel said with a growl before pulling Dean down for another kiss.
Soon, the human was pouncing up and down, moaning as he stroked his own prick with a shaking hand. It felt so good, the angel's dick rubbing against the crack of his ass. It was better than anything he had ever felt before and Dean knew he was becoming addicted to the feeling. He looked down at Castiel and smirked when he saw the angel – his eyes were closed, his face contorted with pleasure, mouth open as moans and groans spilled forth from his lips.
"So close, babe," Castiel whimpered, his hands tightening around Dean's hips. He began to thrust up hard and fast, making Dean gasp. Once they finished the scene, Castiel stood to get dressed, his face twisted in uncertainty. "What of your boyfriend? What happens when he gets back to town?" He asked quietly, turning to look at Dean, who was laying on the bed.
The human shifted uneasily. "I don't know." He whispered, looking to the ground.
"I will not be played for a fool. You need to choose. Either him, or me." Castiel growled before storming from the room.
Sam was led by the woman into a rundown apartment building. There were countless leaks in the ceilings, rats constantly ran by his feet, roaches littered the floors. He wondered why she would want to live in a place like this – it hardly seemed healthy. A churning feeling erupted in his gut and he once again felt guilty for skipping school that day. The younger Winchester had never done it before, in fact he was a model student.
"Come along, little Sam, don't you want to see my place," Ruby whispered seductively as she opened the door to her apartment. "Sit wherever you like, darling."
He looked around cautiously. There were a couple of arm chairs literally the large living room, and no television. The ceiling even looked like it would fall at any point. Sam put his bag down next to the door of the room and nervously took a seat in one of the chairs. "So, what did you want to show me?" He asked, his eyes shifting around the room.
The demon didn't say anything at first. Instead she walked over to the Winchester and climbed into his lap, kissing him passionately. Not knowing what to do, Sam held her by her hips and kissed her back slowly as best he could. When Ruby pulled away she smirked at him, her eyes turning black, "There now, that wasn't so hard, right?"
"What the hell?" Sam cried, pushing her away, but she held him down beneath her, her smirk never fading, "What are you?"
She tilted her head at him, her eyes still black, "I'm a demon, Sam. I was sent here to be with you, to make all your dreams come true. Like finding you father." When he started to protest, she merely smiled gently at him, running her hands up his chest, "I know you wish your father was dead, Sammy. And who wouldn't? He did abandon you. He never loved you, or Dean, or even your mother. He saw his chance to hit the road and he took it." Ruby's smile only grew when the man beneath her glared hard, "Come on, Sammy, why do you think he left you in the first place?" She leaned over and whispered gently in his ear, "There was a deal made with a demon Sam. A deal that brought your daddy dearest back from the grave and condemned you."
At this, the Winchester stilled under her. "What do you mean?" He asked quietly, giving her a suspicious look.
Right then was when Ruby knew she had him on the hook. "A demon name Azazel made a deal to bring your father back from the dead. In return, he would get you. You have demon blood inside you, Sammy. Late at night he visited you and dripped it into your mouth." She smirked at the disgusted look on his face, "I heard that you like it, too."
"That's…" His wide eyes told the truth he was about to deny. He knew Ruby was not lying to him. "Is that why my mother…died?"
The demon nodded, leaning back a bit, "Bingo, bingo, bingo Sammy. Your mother tried to stop Azazel, so he killed her. He warned that no one would be hurt if they left him alone, but your mother wanted to protect you, Sammy. You were everything to her."
Sam was quiet for a few moments as he digested this information. Finally he asked, "And you'll help me find John?"
John Winchester had spent 16 years hunting. He had taken down vampires and werewolves, witches and warlocks, but it wasn't enough. He was in constant search for the yellow eyed man who he now knew was a demon.
The human had thought himself crazy when he saw the yellow eyed man, but still he search, wanting to avenge the woman he had loved more than life itself. He didn't want to raise his children like this – he wanted them to have a normal life void of the dangers he himself had to face every day.
But now, John found himself heading back to the place he had left all those years ago. Rumors where that there was a cluster of demon's hiding out in Lawrence; one had white eyes, unusual for a demon, and the other had yellow eyes. The human only prayed that this was the demon he had been looking for.
Luckily for him, a hunter had joined him in his quest, Bobby was his name. The older man had lost his wife also to a demon, giving them a common ground. Bobby was very smart, a great researcher, and had found an easier way of killing demons – a gun they called the Colt. They had tested it out, and were very pleased with the results. With this new weapon, they had a chance in defeating this hive of demons.
John found himself wondering about his sons who he had left behind. How were they, did they look like their mother, were they happy? He wanted to find out, but decided it would be for the best if he did not find them. They had made it sixteen years on their own, they would not need him now. If only he knew what was in store for him in Lawrence, he might have changed his mind.