Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Bloodied Hands (Sam) (Part 1)

The sweet taste pulsed down your throat, a feeling of power flowing through you. The girl below you wriths in pain and trys to push against you, her attempts futile as you latch onto the cut on her neck harder. It doesn't take long before she falls limp, not dead yet not alive. Thankfully the demon inside this girl keeps her from dying until someone comes along to properly kill her.

Someone like you.

You grin as you pull out a blade, strange markings running up and down the metal. Her black eyes glare up at you as she hisses, the noise quickly stopping as you plunge the knife into her chest. The orange light eminating from her giving you a small feeling of satisfaction.

With a huff you stand from the body and wipe your face on your sleeve. You do the same with the blade to cover the blood from your mouth. You look around and analyze the scene for a moment. It looks like a regular fight, no signs of blood drinking other than perhaps the cut on her neck, which you could easily explain.

"(Y/n)? You in there?" A voice calls out to you, pulling your attention from the corpse.

"Coming, Sam!" You call back as you step over the body, walking calmly out of the room.

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"Well that was fun, I feel like it may have been too easy though." You sigh happily as you drop your bag into a chair in the library of the bunker.

"Someone's in a good mood." Sam scoffs, looking you over suspiciously.

"What can I say? I've got a great boyfriend, the work is easy, and the beer is never low, what more could someone ask for?" You smile and stand on your tip toes to kiss him, your tounge dancing with his.

Sam could swear her tasted something familiar, his face faultering for a second when he realizes what it is. You however didn't see it because your back was turned at the time to dig something out of your bag. You turn around and Sam quickly smiles, silently ushering you towards your shared room. You oblige, working your way down the hall with swaying hips.

Sam watched to make sure you were far enough away before turning to Dean. "Dean, come here." He whispered urgently, the older Winchester quickly walking over to him.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, concerned about the fact that Sam kept checking to make sure you were gone.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but when (y/n) kissed me, I tasted something...."

"Like what? Sulfur? Drugs?" Dean half joked, falling to a more serious tone after seeing the frown lines on Sam's face as he shifted akwardly.

"Blood, Dean." He half whispered half growled. He knew he was being vague, but he could see on his face Dean knew what he meant.

"Demon blood?" He whisper-shouted, Sam hushing him.

"It was brief, but I'm sure." Dean could see sweat dripping down Sam's forhead as he got a bit jittery.

"Okay, why don't you take a seat and breathe for a second. I know how that crap messes with your head." Dean put a hand to Sam's back and pulled out a chair.

Sam sat and held his head in his hands for a moment. "I'll be okay." He took in a deep breath before continuing. "It's been a long time since... What the hell would (y/n) be doing drinking demon blood?"

"I have no idea, I'm gonna go ask her." Dean growled, stopping when Sam grapped his wrist.

"No, I'll talk to her. Just, uh, give me a second." He tried to give Dean a reassuring smile.

Dean relented and pulled up a chair next to Sam. "You sure you are gonna be okay? That was barely a taste and you are already all jittery."

"Yea, it's weird. It's been years since I've even touched the stuff, you would think it wouldn't affect me anymore."