What if the first time Sam drank demon blood was actually with Brady (demon) who was fucking around with him and wanted to see what happened but Sam assumed it was from the drugs Brady had gotten into.
oh god, that’s incredibly messed up but it does compel me, how would sam even process how it made him feel?
The taste of demon blood seems oddly familiar when Ruby first offers it. (tangent, but isn’t it also very interesting to consider how she goes about giving it to him). At that point, though, he’s not gonna remember that one time he had a weird drug with his college friend Brady five years ago.
No, he doesn’t piece it all together until he meets demonBrady in s5. And stabs him. And feels that too-familiar pull to put the knife to his lips, come on, just a little bit, you need it you need it you need-. And with demonBrady right there and the blood right there and all the shit he’s just learnt rattling round his head, that one memory of the time he got so high he thought he could move things with his mind comes back to him.
And shit.
Shit.
Fuck fuck fuck no no that wasn’t no that couldn’t have been real no
Sure, he had found things in odd places in his apartment for the few weeks after, but that had just Brady taking the joke too far, right? But... Brady had seemed fairly sober the whole evening (”Christ, Brady, how often do you do drugs if you have this much tolerance”) and he and Brady had been the only ones in the apartment at the time and it hadn’t been long before Jess-
The evidence stacks up. He can’t remember how to breathe. He can’t-- But Dean is there, saying useful things like “fuck, Sammy” and “just breathe, goddammit” and “I swear to god if you touched any of that blood...”. But finally there’s a “Hey, Sammy, breathe with me, okay? You got this. One... two... three... Yeah, that’s it.”. And then inane chatter that Sam isn’t following but is grateful for nonetheless as they make their way back to the car.
Thankfully (thankfully?!) the whole thing with Brady being Brady was messed up enough that Dean doesn’t question Sam’s breakdown, or his quietness over the next few days. It’s just one more thing to the pile of wow I’m really messed up that Sam stores inside his head, never to let out. What’s one more thing, right?






















