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The anti possession tattoo was sliced across his flesh underneath the shirt he wore. The demon found residence in the Winchester’s body for weeks now. Going unnoticed, letting Sam take control of himself for the most part.
The demon pushed Buffy against the wall, tightening Sam’s hands around her neck. “Sam’s not home.” He was getting tired of the blonde asking about his well being. “Slayer, you’re not going to fight back. I’ve got your boyfriend.” The corrupted soul spoke in a sing song tone. It was condescending, and maniacal. “I think I’ll leave Sammy more guilt he’s drowned himself in. Making him think he killed you.” The blade in Sam’s hand the demon held traced Buffy’s skin across her cheek. It trailed along her neck. “We’re going to have so much fun.”