Fic: Ambrosia
Title: Ambrosia
Genre: Horror
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam, Castiel
Notes/Summary: Spoilers for 5x14 My Bloody Valentine. Yet another one for the Horror!meme over at sharp_teeth . This one is from khakigrrl , first line challenge: Blood dripped from the counter like spilled milk.
Blood drips from the counter like spilled milk. Sam wants to lap it up, cat-like, wants to feel the thick warmth on his lips and taste the heady salt-sweet tang. The mere thought makes his mouth water, his stomach ache with hunger.
Dean yells at him to hurry up, so with one last longing glance at the remains of the demon sprawled over the diner counter, Sam joins him outside. Castiel is there waiting for them, already talking to Dean about whatever new ill portent has his feathers in a twist. Looks like he had a rough go with his share of the demons, lip split and nose bloodied.
Sam frowns when he spots another red smear on his trench coat around another rip in the fabric. It’s still bleeding. “Hey, you okay?” He reaches out and touches it, drawing Cas’s attention to both it and him.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” He pulls his arm away from Sam’s hand. “We should go.” Dean lead the way back to the car, Cas a step behind.
Sighing to himself, Sam starts after them, unthinkingly raising his fingers to his lips to clean off the few drops that had transferred.
OH. OH.
A sizzle on his tongue, a cascade of flavors bursting forth as all his senses come alive in a dizzying rush. Sam sways under the onslaught, eyes rapturously wide as power floods through him. It’s like an explosion in his body, powerful and pleasurable and so fucking intense. It’s the same sense of power he recalls from the demon blood, but so much more, sunlight compared to a match’s flame.
Ecstatic, sucking hard on his fingers to get every trace, Sam instantly wants more.
He stumbles after Dean and Cas, eyes locked on the latter. To think, he spent so much time guzzling down demon blood like cheap wine, when the blood of an angel is so much better.
*~*
When Famine infects him, he lets Dean believe the hunger is for demon blood. Easier than dealing with the massive freak-out that would happen if Dean knew Sam could hear Castiel’s heartbeat, the thrum just under his vessel’s skin, the whoosh of liquid ambrosia that literally has Sam drooling. The want was intense before, barely checked by shaky will power; now stricken with the Horseman’s influence, it’s rabid and all consuming.
He has to settle for demons, though. For now.
Famine’s offer tempts him, five more demons just full of blood and power, but they pale in comparison to the angel kneeling behind them, stuffing his face with raw hamburger.
*~*
Detoxing in Bobby’s panic room, shaking erratically and trying to ignore the hallucinations, he wonders. The demon blood is so weak, diluted, yet with enough of it he was able to kill Alistair and Lilith. Just yesterday he blew apart a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
What, then, could he do if he drank an angel dry?
*~*
Dean’s out pouting in the junkyard when Cas finds Sam in the kitchen, staring out the window. “He’s asking for help, you know,” the angel says solemnly. As if Sam didn’t already know his brother is weak.
“You want to stop Lucifer, right?” Sam asks.
“Of course I do. I’ll do whatever is in my power to stop this.” Cas is so earnest, it’s almost funny.
Out of sight, Sam brings out the knife, the one Anna used to eliminate that dick Uriel. He glances up to check the binding runes on the ceiling, then smiles at Cas. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
*~*
Blood drips from the counter like spilled milk. Sam laps at it, like a thirsty cat with the richest cream, suckling down every drop until it’s gone.
Genre: Horror
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam, Castiel
Notes/Summary: Spoilers for 5x14 My Bloody Valentine. Yet another one for the Horror!meme over at sharp_teeth . This one is from khakigrrl , first line challenge: Blood dripped from the counter like spilled milk.
Blood drips from the counter like spilled milk. Sam wants to lap it up, cat-like, wants to feel the thick warmth on his lips and taste the heady salt-sweet tang. The mere thought makes his mouth water, his stomach ache with hunger.
Dean yells at him to hurry up, so with one last longing glance at the remains of the demon sprawled over the diner counter, Sam joins him outside. Castiel is there waiting for them, already talking to Dean about whatever new ill portent has his feathers in a twist. Looks like he had a rough go with his share of the demons, lip split and nose bloodied.
Sam frowns when he spots another red smear on his trench coat around another rip in the fabric. It’s still bleeding. “Hey, you okay?” He reaches out and touches it, drawing Cas’s attention to both it and him.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” He pulls his arm away from Sam’s hand. “We should go.” Dean lead the way back to the car, Cas a step behind.
Sighing to himself, Sam starts after them, unthinkingly raising his fingers to his lips to clean off the few drops that had transferred.
OH. OH.
A sizzle on his tongue, a cascade of flavors bursting forth as all his senses come alive in a dizzying rush. Sam sways under the onslaught, eyes rapturously wide as power floods through him. It’s like an explosion in his body, powerful and pleasurable and so fucking intense. It’s the same sense of power he recalls from the demon blood, but so much more, sunlight compared to a match’s flame.
Ecstatic, sucking hard on his fingers to get every trace, Sam instantly wants more.
He stumbles after Dean and Cas, eyes locked on the latter. To think, he spent so much time guzzling down demon blood like cheap wine, when the blood of an angel is so much better.
*~*
When Famine infects him, he lets Dean believe the hunger is for demon blood. Easier than dealing with the massive freak-out that would happen if Dean knew Sam could hear Castiel’s heartbeat, the thrum just under his vessel’s skin, the whoosh of liquid ambrosia that literally has Sam drooling. The want was intense before, barely checked by shaky will power; now stricken with the Horseman’s influence, it’s rabid and all consuming.
He has to settle for demons, though. For now.
Famine’s offer tempts him, five more demons just full of blood and power, but they pale in comparison to the angel kneeling behind them, stuffing his face with raw hamburger.
*~*
Detoxing in Bobby’s panic room, shaking erratically and trying to ignore the hallucinations, he wonders. The demon blood is so weak, diluted, yet with enough of it he was able to kill Alistair and Lilith. Just yesterday he blew apart a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
What, then, could he do if he drank an angel dry?
*~*
Dean’s out pouting in the junkyard when Cas finds Sam in the kitchen, staring out the window. “He’s asking for help, you know,” the angel says solemnly. As if Sam didn’t already know his brother is weak.
“You want to stop Lucifer, right?” Sam asks.
“Of course I do. I’ll do whatever is in my power to stop this.” Cas is so earnest, it’s almost funny.
Out of sight, Sam brings out the knife, the one Anna used to eliminate that dick Uriel. He glances up to check the binding runes on the ceiling, then smiles at Cas. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
*~*
Blood drips from the counter like spilled milk. Sam laps at it, like a thirsty cat with the richest cream, suckling down every drop until it’s gone.