Sometimes, Sam thinks he can feel it. It's the blood, Azazel's, coursing through his veins. Three small drops, but enough to taint him, spread through his body, from his mouth to his toes to his fingertips, running circles through his system, his heart pumping sulfuric corruption through him without pause. [(unrequited) Wincest, Sam-centric ficlet, emotional Hurt, no comfort]
Rated: M - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 498 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 3/3/2014 - [Sam W., Dean W.] - Complete