hey kansas i don't know if you're still taking prompts but if so can i request sam+crossroad!demon? maybe the demon making sure nobody responds to sam summonings and taking care of him? mm if not then can it be sam/benny with dirty talk? thank you!
“Hello, Sam. I see that you look…unkempt, as per usual.” The crossroad demon’s eyes flash red as he frowns at the younger Winchester. “I thought I told you to get your act together before you summoned me again.”
Sam smirks, one corner of his lips lifting. “And I thought I told you to kiss my ass,” he hisses, though his speech is slightly slurred. A drags a hand through his messy hair and glares at the man. “Now make a deal with me.”
“Absolutely not.” The demon’s jaw tightens. “I told you - I will not make a deal with a man so drunk that he can barely stand.”
“Do you think this is some kind of joke?” Sam growls. “Huh?” He takes a wobbly step forward, worn shoes sliding on the gravel.
“No. I do not. Which is why I do not wish to make a deal with you.” He pauses, and then softly says, “I can help you. Get sober, that is. When I was a human…a long time ago…I had addiction issues. Just like this.”
“I’m not an addict! Shut the fuck up!” Sam’s eyes are watering though, the truth ringing in his head and causing his eyes to burn.
“I am going to take you back to your room,” the demon says slowly, as if speaking to a child. “You will have an Advil and a glass of water and then go to bed. When you wake up, I will take you for breakfast. We will discuss the proper way to get my attention.”
Sam’s chest aches and burns, his whole body suddenly feeling hollow. “How could I possibly trust you?”
The demon extends his hand towards Sam. “I am Raziel.” When Sam doesn’t offer to shake his hand back, he drops his hand. “Please. Let me help you.”
Sam lowers his head. Does he really have anything to lose? “You get one chance,” he finally replies hoarsely. “And the moment you fuck it up, I end you. Got it?” He moves to turn away, but stumbles.
Raziel easily catches him. “You make yourself crystal clear,” he murmurs, grip on Sam warm and gentle.
