#demon dean x sam

“Gives you a nice high, don’t it? Head spinning? Feels great, right?” The smirk never left the Winchester’s face as he spoke, staring down at his brother whom was crouched in the corner like some animal. Crouching down he grabbed Sam’s shoulder, earning the attention of the younger male. A twisted grin upon the youngest Winchester’s face, staring up at Dean, if anyone were to see it, it would’ve been the crazed look in his darkened eyes. The lust, the bloodlust. Lust was a powerful thing, and Sam most likely would never be able to tear away from its grasp now.

Not with him being under Dean’s supervision, not with Dean supplying what was powering his addiction. “That’s what I thought. Tell me when you want more,” Dean let go of Sam’s shoulder climbing to his feet, his fingers brushed over the bite mark on his left arm. It was deep, deep enough the mark wasn’t healing it right away as it usually did. Sam had a bite to him.

But in the end it would be worthit.

He would have his right hand man, none other than his own fleshandblood.