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Well, now I’m picturing Sam giving it up for a demon just so he can have a small drop of blood.
And - - oh, boy. He’s never been more ashamed of himself. He’s never even...done this before. With a man.
He just keeps thinking - as his face is pressed into the dirty mattress - that the blood he’s gonna get will make him stronger. That he’ll be able to defeat Lilith.
And no one can take Dean from him ever again.
A demon feeding their boy king, Sam using him for his vessel's cock, bouncing on his lap and moaning into his neck, almost TASTING the blood underneath. The demon is Ruby's replacement for the night and making Sam /earn/ it, work for it, ride faster, moan louder and pretty and throwing Sam around like a toy to pound into, knowing Sam /loves/ being corrupted like this. And when Sam's come & soft & spent, he sits in the demons lap, rocking sweetly, sucking the wrist pressed to his lips
tHIS IS DOING THINGS TO ME
I desperately need more of your samxcrossroads demon
“Take me,” Sam growls. “Just take me! It’s a damn good deal and you know it!” He throws the whiskey bottle to the ground, watching it shatter as the remaining contents bleed into the earth.
The crossroads demon regards him coolly, only blinking when bottle smashes on the pavement. “Well,” he says softly. “I never expected this level of tantrum from a renowned - and feared - hunter.”
Sam steps closer, hands closed into fists, buddy shaking and humming with adrenaline. “I’ll do anything,” he replies. “Anything.”
The demon’s eyes flick from black to blue. “Anything, you say?”
“Anything.” Sam swallows hard, the smallest bit of hope swelling in his chest.
“What if I want to put you on your knees, Sam Winchester? What if I want to use your mouth until you’re gagging and crying?” The demon pauses, letting that sink in for a moment. “Has anyone ever told you how utterly pink your lips are?”
The hope in Sam’s chest sinks, but he doesn’t flinch. “Then I’d let you.”
The demon grabs Sam’s hair, and pulls him close - close enough to whisper right in his ear. “Well,” he purrs, “that’s rich coming from a virgin, isn’t it?”
