It's Going Down For Real (P)

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    Sam woke up and tried to grab his throbbing head, only to find he was strapped down to a-He snapped to attention. "Oh f!#k" He whispered as the memories came flooding back to him. He had saw that Dean was loose and before he could do anything something hit him on the back of the head. He was in dean's room, right where dean was held. The only difference was there wasn't as much tying him down, only his wrists and his ankles. "Dean!" He yelled through gritted teeth as he tried his hardest to free himself with no luck.

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean enters the room slowly, a low chuckle radiating from his throat. "Finally awake, huh Sammy? You've been out so long that I actually started to worry if I had hit you too hard." He stops right before the chair, a smirk pulling at his lips, a knife flashing on his belt.

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    Sam glared at his brother "surprised you didn't, I thought you wanted to kill me" he glanced at knife "suppose you'd want to do it slow if you had the choice" he sat tall in his bonds

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean smiles that annoying smile that told Sam that he knew something that the younger brother didn't. He pulls the knife from his belt, slashing his own wrist in a motion so fast that he blurred. "I don't necessarily want to kill you, Sam." The demon says before moving to Sam's side so he can place his bleeding wrist over his brother's mouth while holding the back of the man's head by his hair to keep him from pulling back.

    H gasped as dean cut his wrist which left his mouth open for when dean put the cut to his mouth. His eyes widened and he tried desperately to get away from the demon no, no! Not again! the blood dripped onto his tongue and he felt his body get excited at the blood. Stop, stop! He tried not to swallow but soon he would have drowned in his own spit and dean's blood. So he swallowed and shivered as it slipped down his throat.

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean flashes a triumphant smile as he sees Sam's Adams apple bob as he swallows. The demon grips Sam's hair tighter as he presses his wrist harder against Sam's mouth as he sees trails of blood and spit leaking from his brother's lips. "Doesn't it taste good Sammy?"

    Sam glared daggers at dean. He was right though, it tasted soo good. The only way to describe it would be ambrosia. He snapped out of that trace as he swallowed again. You are not going to become that again Sam. You just have to control it. For Deans sake

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean waits for Sam to swallow again before withdrawing his wrist as he takes a step back, untangling his fingers from his brother's hair. The cut heals immediately as he bends to pick up the knife he had drop, cleaning it off on his deep red over-shirt. He gives Sam one last look before stalking out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a slam.

    Sam gasped for breath as dean set him free. Before he could say anything he was gone but the sweet taste still was in his mouth. He felt it on his chin and his instinct was to lick it off but he shook his head and wiped it off on his shoulder. He wasn't going to give in to his bodies renewed need. He couldnt.

    [font=georgia][color=black]It wasn't till the next day at the exact same time as the day before that Dean re-enters the room Sam was tied up in. He pulls out the knife, cutting his wrist before placing it over Sam's mouth, which he now had to force open with his other hand. This went on for weeks, Dean feeding Sam nothing but his blood with a tiny bit of regular food and water here and there along the way.

    It had been 6 weeks now and Sam watched the door, knowing it was getting close to time for dean to come in. He hated this dean and he hated himself but after the daily feedings for so long he slowly began to break down. Now he needed it, oh he needed it. He only in the past few days started sucking at the wound to get as much as he could. That is until 2 days ago when he didn't feed him. Left him to squirm and try to get remains from the stains on his clothes. His hair had become a tangled mess and stubble had grown in this period, making him look like a common drug addict but oh this was so much more.

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean smirks as he enters the room, a weird rush running through him to see his younger brother leaning forward in his chair in eager anticipation for his visit. Everything about the way he looked screamed addict but there was a certain light in his eyes that said something completely different. The demon slowly approaches his brother, taking his time on drawing the knife from his belt. He cuts his arm in one swift movement as he moved to Sam's side, tangling his fingers in his hair once again as he presses his arm against Sam's waiting mouth.

    Sam heart get an to race as Dean entered and when the blood hit his lips he closed his eyes and tuned the world out as he began to get as much blood as he could before it healed. His reason for tuning out was because he didn't want to remember this was his brother our hear anymore remarks from the demon

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean roughly pulls away his arm, untangling his fingers quickly as he bent to the ground for the knife, using it to cut through the ropes that had bound his brother to the chair for the last six weeks. "I think it's time you got some freedom."

    Sam rubbed his sore wrists before he got up and looked down at dean "Bad move brother " he grabbed the demon in an iron grip and threw him onto a cot in the room. He then straddled him and pinned his hands over his head.

    Time skip


    Sam walked into the gas station, his mouth and clothes cleaned since he needed to look normal in order to get some supplies. He didn't tell Dean he had left, because his reason was returning slowly. He needed Cas, he needed to lock dean up and cure him not do...what he did. He was jittery though, it had only been a night and a few hours, but already his hunger was coming back. He had to keep telling himself to focus. He needed to get away from Dean at least for awhile so he drew a quick trapping symbol over where dean had fallen asleep and left. He looked through the lighters since his had ran out of juice and he held some normal food and some zip ties. The only thing he could find to restrain himself that wasn't in hearing range of dean.

    Dean wakes tangled in the thin blanket that had covered the cot he laid on. His hand automatically reaches out for Sam but his hand only meets a cold bedside, he's clearly been gone for awhile. His forest green eyes flash open, immediately catching sight of the devil's trap above him. Dean groans, "Son of a b*tch, Sam." He pushes himself into the sitting position, reaching for his pair of jeans and belt that was, thankfully, inside of the trap too.

    "My, my what do we have here? Seems moose got off his blood high" Crowley had appeared outside of the trap after dean was clothed, an amused smirk on his face, "how's it feel being the one left alone in the bed after a one night stand?"


    Sam went to the cashier and paid for the items, "dude, what drugs are you into?" The young man asked as he looked at Sam and he shook his head "complicated" the kid cocked his head "I think your gums are bleeding man, you got blood in your teeth" Sam growled then went to gesture casually and the man went flying. A loud thud could be heard as the cashiers head collided with the cigarette wall. Sam's eyes widened and he ran out before anyone else walked into the store

    [font=georgia][color=black]Dean groans as he pulls his dark red overshirt on, virtually hating the sound of Crowley's voice at that moment in time. "What do you want Crowley?" His deep voice rumbles in his chest, traveling through the room like thunder. "You got nothing better to do than spy on me and my brother?"

    Crowley raised a hand and smudged the trap, breaking it "Oh come on Dean, irritated your baby brother outsmarted you?"


    Sam entered the base and sighed as he dropped some of things he bought because of the shaking. He picked everything up and ran into a random room far away from dean's. He then put the supplies next to him and constructed a chain out of zip ties before finally locking himself to pipe and he started praying for Castiel