trigger warning for blood
word count: 368
notes: took the idea of demon blood not tasting like normal blood and ran with it. may have a mild obsession with toxic sam/ruby and sam's descent.
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The blood that flowed thick and red did not taste like blood, coppery and tangy. Ruby's blood was sweeter than southern iced tea and richer than red wine. Sam supposed this must be the reason the phrase 'sweeter than sin' existed, though the likelihood that others knew how true that was unlikely. Afterall, nothing was sweeter than the blood she gave him and that must be pure sin.
Perhaps the birds that sang all those morning after had a purer song, but nothing could beat the blood from the previous night (or so the buzzing under his skin told him).
Perhaps waking up after a pleasant dream and good sleep was more satisfying, but it didn't quench the right thirst (or so the buzzing under his skin told him).
Perhaps, even, talking to his brother guillessly and with a light heart brought more joy, but it didn't give him the same high (or so the buzzing under his skin told him).
It occurred, several months in, that this may not be a good idea, the whole thing, though he could never figure out whether the realization pertained to the blood or the rest of his life. If Sam had ever gone to a therapist like Jess had been suggesting (read: telling) him to go to, he might've realized this was an addiction, or that he was just as depressed as always, but he didn't.
So it went that he fell farther and farther, craving it like a comfort but not quite, something darker and more heady than his not-so-secret love of Lucky Charms. It all turned gray and bland between the sips of deep, saccharine red. Dean's confused, then concerned, then angry, then stoic looks meant less and less as he valued the exaltation in Ruby's eyes as she held out her arms.
He couldn't stop. Some distant, logical voice told him to get off this train before it wrecked, but it was drowned in power and Crazy Train (by Ozzy Osborne, Dean really ought to stop playing that song so much) because nothing was as perfect, as good and so, so evil as that blood.
nothing.
(or so the buzzing under his skin told him)
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notes: not the best, but thoughts? requests? anecdotes about card games?
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Fanfictionhere lies my ode to Sam Winchester and all the things the writers were too cowardly to include in the show. this is a series of one-shots, drabbles, poems, and meta focusing on Sam. that's it. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. (more in the first A/N which I tried my...
