If it's red, drink it.
Title: If it's red, drink it.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters
Chapter 75
Sam was as surprised as he was relieved when an entire week went by without Lucifer forcing himself on him. Every night as they got ready for bed, Sam wondered if that would be night when Lucifer’s patience would come to an end. The boy didn’t quite know what was going on, and why Lucifer was being so nice, but he appreciated it deeply. So far it almost felt possible to be hopeful that everything would work out in the end. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, he wouldn’t even have to sleep with Lucifer before Dean came back.
The CEO had taken a few days off to enjoy his honeymoon with the Prince, even though that was an extremely atypical honeymoon, if truth be told. Lucifer didn’t want to push the boy and unleash his past trauma, but it was getting increasingly difficult to be so next to him-to sleep beside him!-and do nothing. He had waited so long to have the boy; it was killing him that he had to wait even more. Besides, in a few days he’d have to go back to New York , and it would be at least a week before he could come back. It sort of pissed Lucifer off knowing that Azazel would most likely take advantage of the boy while he was away, but every time Lucifer had asked Sam to come along, the boy had declined the invitation. The vampire’s mind grip on the boy was still very strong, he thought.
Despite Lucifer’s insistent invitations, Sam had also politely declined going out for walks around the city. No, he didn’t want to visit any museum, and no, he particularly didn’t want to go to the beach. Being at the beach would kill him; his heart couldn’t take so much pain from not seeing Dean there, and besides, the less people saw them together, the better. Sam had no doubt that the people from town were already gossiping about Lucifer and him, so the less they knew the better.
Thus, they spent most of the day indoors, with one or two servants that left the house around evening. When they were gone, it was even harder to be under the same roof. During the day Sam could read something, or they could chat about Lucifer’s travels, or business, or politics…but when they were alone at night, Sam’s heart would race inadvertently with the prospect of what might happen.
There was a bookshelf in their room, and Sam was reaching up to get a book from the top shelf when he nearly jumped out of his skin at the arms that wrapped around him from behind.
“Hey there my little bookworm.”
“H-hey…” Sam stopped in the middle of the way and his heart raced. He looked at the book and realized he wouldn’t be doing any reading now.
“You smell so good…” Lucifer whispered before letting his nose graze the exposed skin of Sam’s neck.
“Thanks I…I just left the shower.” Sam was tense. He didn’t want to seem rude by breaking away from the embrace, but he definitely couldn’t relax.
“Hmm…that’s why you feel so soft.” Lucifer let a hand slide under Sam’s shirt and stroke over the taut muscles he found there.
Sam took a deep, calming breath, and didn’t move. He wondered what he could possibly do that wouldn’t make Lucifer angry.
As the boy stood there, unmoving, Lucifer took it as a sign to take things a little bit further. He let his lips plant kisses on Sam’s jaw line, and his fingers traced invisible patterns on the skin below Sam’s navel.
“God, it feels so good to touch you…” Lucifer’s voice was hoarse with desire. He pressed against the boy and let Sam feel the bulge in his pants.
Sam sucked in his breath at the hardness pressing against his lower back.
“Lucifer, I…” he tried to move away, but the arms around him tightened.
“Shhh…it’s okay.” Lucifer kissed the nape of Sam’s neck and smiled when the boy shuddered.
No, Sam’s body was not immune to the touch. His mind screamed and struggled, but his body responded. So when Lucifer lowered his hand and cupped the front of Sam’s pajama pants, he felt the warmth of boy’s erection against his palm.
Sam panted. ‘No, no, no...’ He tried to move, and this time Lucifer let him, but instead of moving away, Sam felt himself being turned around so Lucifer could slam their mouths together.
Before Sam could protest, Lucifer’s tongue was in his mouth, and their aligning erections were grinding, the friction maddeningly good, despite Sam’s struggling mind.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Prince…so sweet…” Lucifer thrust against him and Sam stiffened in response.
The older man’s hand cupped Sam’s ass and pressed him further into their rubbing hard-ons. Sam tried to move away, but Lucifer was all over him.
“You can relax with me, Sam. It’s alright. I’m your husband now.”
The word husband seemed to cut through a haze of lust in his brain. Dean was his husband. They were married, they belonged together.
Sam’s heart squeezed so painfully in his chest that he pushed Lucifer away, his eyes almost instantly filling with tears as he thought of Dean and felt the ache of his absence.
Lucifer watched, confused, as Sam sat on the edge of the bed and wiped at his eyes. The boy seemed shaky.
Sam was in so much emotional pain that he almost didn’t care if Lucifer got mad. Nothing else mattered, nothing but how much he missed Dean. The heartache washed away any residual arousal and he sat there, his eyes lost and shimmering.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Lucifer sat beside him, worried.
“I’m sorry.” Sam shook his head. “I’m so sorry.” And at that moment, he truly was. He felt like Lucifer wasn’t so bad. He deserved someone who loved him just as much as Sam loved Dean.
“Hey, it’s okay…” Lucifer reassured him.
Sam covered his face with his hands, but Lucifer knew he was crying.
“It’s okay, I promise.” He wrapped Sam in his arms and placed the boy’s head under his chin. “Did I push too far?” Lucifer was sexually frustrated, but he was also happy. He had just learned that he could make the boy hard. Despite what had happened to him in the past, Lucifer could arouse Sam’s desire, and that was great news. With a little bit more time he knew he could get the boy to give in to him.
Sam rubbed at his eyes and looked away. He felt embarrassed, but his sadness overcame that feeling.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Do you want to get some sleep?”
Sam nodded. He watched as Lucifer pulled the covers and adjusted the pillows. Then he helped Sam get under the sheets and tucked him in.
“You’re so nice to me,” Sam said, and his surprise did not go unnoticed.
Lucifer chuckled.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I love you. I’m going to take care of you. I understand it might take a little time for you to trust me, but I mean it, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”
Sam didn’t need Lucifer to take care of him. He didn’t need anything from Lucifer. He was counting the days for Dean to come back so they could run away from all that. But still, he felt a bit in Lucifer’s debt for deceiving him with this fake marriage, and that made him grateful for Lucifer’s kindness.
“Good night, Prince.”
“Good night. And thank you…”
Lucifer smiled largely. Having the boy’s gratitude was the first step towards having his trust, and once he had his trust, he would have his body, thoroughly, over and over again.
~ * ~
When Lucifer left on business and Sam was alone, he could finally feel at ease in his new home. It felt good not being on guard all the time, and not feeling so guilty either.
Being by himself allowed Sam time to think, but this also meant a lot of time alone with thoughts of Dean, and there was only so much Sam could take before his sanity started to feel threatened by misery.
The boy dismissed his bodyguard and left his home for a walk in order to clear his thoughts. He paid Bobby a visit and talked to him for a while. Bobby wanted to know how he was coping, and Sam assured him that everything was fine. Sam asked about Dean, but Bobby didn’t know much, except that he was still searching. And no, Bobby hadn’t mentioned anything about the fake wedding.
After spending a couple of hours in the church, Sam left and was heading home when a familiar face stopped him on the street.
“Sam?”
Sam looked at the man in front of him and his heart quickened.
“Hey, Benny.”
“Hey. How are you? What’s going on?”
“Um…” Sam looked around. How much did Benny know?
“Do you wanna grab some coffee?”
“Okay.” Sam accepted the invitation and followed Benny to a nearby cafe, where they sat down and ordered.
“How’s Cass doing?” Sam asked as they waited for their drinks.
“He’s doing much better. I visited him yesterday. The doctors think he’ll be going home by the end of the week.”
“Wow, that’s great news! Dean will be so happy to hear that,” Sam said it quickly, without paying much attention to his words, then he realized the look Benny gave him and he grew serious.
“What’s going on, Sam? Why isn’t Dean here? What happened to his father?”
Sam swallowed hard.
“Have you talked to Father Bobby?” Sam asked.
“I have. He sad Dean’s looking for his dad, that something happened to him, and Dean had to go help him. He didn’t tell me much, though.”
“That’s pretty much it. I heard John’s in trouble…Dean’s trying to set things right.” It was all Sam could say without putting his family situation under scrutiny.
Benny didn’t seem pleased with that answer. He was about to ask something when the waiter put down their coffees. They thanked him and Sam lowered his eyes to his drink.
“People are gossiping about you, you know,” Benny said.
“They are?”
“Yeah.”
“Let them gossip,” Sam shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“They’re saying you got married to Lucifer Morningstar, the billionaire,” Benny went on despite Sam’s dismissive words. “He’s been spotted in town, and some say they saw you in the church together.”
Sam sighed deeply. He could tell Benny was judging him.
“I don’t care what people say.”
“What about Dean? Do you care what has to say about this?”
Sam flinched. He could tell Benny was very much annoyed with him at this moment. He couldn’t blame Dean’s friend for taking his side.
“Please don’t tell him. You wouldn’t understand…”
“Oh, so he doesn’t know…?”
Sam’s control slipped for a second and he slammed his fist on the table, surprising them both and earning one or two looks of disapproval.
“You don’t know what’s going on, Benny.” Sam didn’t seem to know, or care, that his eyes were covered with a shiny layer of wetness. “I’m doing what I have to, and Dean is trying to make things right. If you tell him I’m married to Lucifer he’ll come back to Glasstown, and right now John needs him more than I do.”
Benny shifted his position uncomfortably under Sam’s intense gaze and passionate words.
“This is complicated. Neither Dean nor I can do as we please right now. We’re trying to change that, I mean…he’s trying. I have to…I’m doing my part.”
“Okay, relax…” Benny said. He could feel the tension coming off Sam’s body in waves. “I was just wondering, you know. You guys seemed so in love…”
“We still are. We just have to fix things.”
“If you say so…”
“Please, if you talk to him, don’t talk about Lucifer. Dean needs to focus. The sooner he can help his father, the sooner he can come home.”
“Alright…I won’t mention anything.” Benny could tell there was so much more to that story. Sam was obviously hiding secrets, but at least Benny relaxed, because he saw the boy was not making a fool out of Dean. Something was really going on, and whatever Sam had with Lucifer now, the boy was clearly not pleased about it.
“Just, if you could please make sure Cass is fine…Dean will love to hear about that.”
“I’ll tell him. If I talk to him, which I haven’t since he left town abruptly.”
“You can update Father Bobby on Cass' situation. He’ll make sure Dean knows about it.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.”
The two of them silenced and sipped their drinks as the sun began to set in the horizon.
~ * ~
When Sam got home, he was surprised not to find any servants waiting by the door. He walked in, and even though the lights were on, there didn’t seem to be anyone home. That was weird. Usually they would wait for Sam to be back before leaving for the night, but as Sam walked around downstairs and called out, no one came.
Sam took off his jack and went upstairs. He turned on the light in his room and his heart skipped a bit.
“Holy shit…” he panted and felt the discharge of adrenaline. “What are you doing here?”
“Lucifer told me that he’d be traveling today.”
“Yeah, he left in the morning. He’s not here, as you can see, so you should come back some other day.”
Azazel got up from Sam’s bed, where he had been sitting comfortably in the dark a few minutes before, and walked towards the boy.
“On the contrary. I’m glad to have this time alone with you.”
Sam looked into the yellow eyes watching him from such a small distance. He didn’t want to demonstrate fear, but he was awfully aware that by now Azazel must have already smelled it in him.
“Well, I don’t want to be alone with you, so you should go.”
“Samuel, Samuel…” Azazel tried to stroke his cheek but Sam retreated.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Why do you have to be like this? I mean, I know there’s some bad blood between us now, but it needn’t be like this. It could all be water under the bridge.”
Azazel took a few more steps and cornered Sam against the wall.
“Remember when you used to be a good boy and let daddy drink?”
“You’re not my dad.”
“I’m still the one who raised you.”
Sam was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring. He was angry and scared and without many options. He closed his eyes shut when Azazel’s mouth came close to his neck, but the bite never came.
“Strip,” Azazel whispered into his ear.
“What?”
“You know I like to choose where I feed on.”
“No.” Sam’s heart was thudding. Unfortunately, the loud pulsing of his heartbeat only served to arouse Azazel further.
“Yes.”
Azazel reached towards Sam’s shirt and started to try and take it off. Sam groaned and tried to shove Azazel off of him, but he realized quickly he couldn’t match the vampire’s strength. Azazel closed his fingers around Sam’s wrist as Sam tried to fight him, and he squeezed until Sam’s face twisted with pain.
“Strip,” he ordered again, coldly.
“No,” Sam gritted his teeth. “AH!!” Sam screamed and doubled over his stomach with pain when Azazel’s fingers twisted his wrist, breaking it. The sound of bones snapping was as chilling as the pain.
“How many more bones will I have to break before you’re a good boy again, Samuel?”
“Lucifer…he will…” Sam tried.
“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You’re mine to do as I please.” Azazel tore at Sam’s clothes, ripping them until the boy was finally naked before his eyes.
Crying with anger, fear and sheer pain, Sam was thrown onto the bed a moment before Azazel crawled on top of him.
The much heavier and much stronger vampire sank his fangs all over Sam’s body, paying special attention to his neck, thighs and inner arms. He didn’t, however, drink too much. It was like Azazel didn’t want Sam to pass out from the feeding. He drank small amounts of blood, savoring every second with lustful abandon.
Sam remembered thinking, in the middle of all his anger and pain, how could he have ever thought that was okay? How could he have accepted that behavior for so long? The boy finally understood that he was a victim, he had always been a victim-the perfect prey.
When Azazel was satisfied, he got up, made a show of licking his lips and sighed with evident pleasure.
“You taste almost as good as before. I guess Lucifer hasn’t claimed you yet,” he pondered, then went on, almost to himself. “Dean’s seed didn’t corrupt your blood so much, although it’s a shame it will never be what it was before,” he paused and looked intently at the boy in bed. “Good night, Samuel. You should put some ice on that wrist.”
Sam curled up in bed, bringing his knees up to his chest as he listened to the footsteps going away. When the door closed downstairs and Sam knew he was alone, he started shaking, and the tears came freely and irresponsibly, without any warning or desire to stop.
Azazel had simply drank his blood, as he had done many, many times before. Yet, Sam felt as if the vampire had taken so much more from him. Sam felt ashamed and robbed of a part of himself. He felt dirty and…violated.
But he would do his part. As Dean tried to rescue John, Sam would do what he had to.
He would not disappoint.
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tbc...
a/n: Merry Christmas guys! (sorry for the dark end of the chapter though) ;-)
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters
Chapter 75
Sam was as surprised as he was relieved when an entire week went by without Lucifer forcing himself on him. Every night as they got ready for bed, Sam wondered if that would be night when Lucifer’s patience would come to an end. The boy didn’t quite know what was going on, and why Lucifer was being so nice, but he appreciated it deeply. So far it almost felt possible to be hopeful that everything would work out in the end. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, he wouldn’t even have to sleep with Lucifer before Dean came back.
The CEO had taken a few days off to enjoy his honeymoon with the Prince, even though that was an extremely atypical honeymoon, if truth be told. Lucifer didn’t want to push the boy and unleash his past trauma, but it was getting increasingly difficult to be so next to him-to sleep beside him!-and do nothing. He had waited so long to have the boy; it was killing him that he had to wait even more. Besides, in a few days he’d have to go back to New York , and it would be at least a week before he could come back. It sort of pissed Lucifer off knowing that Azazel would most likely take advantage of the boy while he was away, but every time Lucifer had asked Sam to come along, the boy had declined the invitation. The vampire’s mind grip on the boy was still very strong, he thought.
Despite Lucifer’s insistent invitations, Sam had also politely declined going out for walks around the city. No, he didn’t want to visit any museum, and no, he particularly didn’t want to go to the beach. Being at the beach would kill him; his heart couldn’t take so much pain from not seeing Dean there, and besides, the less people saw them together, the better. Sam had no doubt that the people from town were already gossiping about Lucifer and him, so the less they knew the better.
Thus, they spent most of the day indoors, with one or two servants that left the house around evening. When they were gone, it was even harder to be under the same roof. During the day Sam could read something, or they could chat about Lucifer’s travels, or business, or politics…but when they were alone at night, Sam’s heart would race inadvertently with the prospect of what might happen.
There was a bookshelf in their room, and Sam was reaching up to get a book from the top shelf when he nearly jumped out of his skin at the arms that wrapped around him from behind.
“Hey there my little bookworm.”
“H-hey…” Sam stopped in the middle of the way and his heart raced. He looked at the book and realized he wouldn’t be doing any reading now.
“You smell so good…” Lucifer whispered before letting his nose graze the exposed skin of Sam’s neck.
“Thanks I…I just left the shower.” Sam was tense. He didn’t want to seem rude by breaking away from the embrace, but he definitely couldn’t relax.
“Hmm…that’s why you feel so soft.” Lucifer let a hand slide under Sam’s shirt and stroke over the taut muscles he found there.
Sam took a deep, calming breath, and didn’t move. He wondered what he could possibly do that wouldn’t make Lucifer angry.
As the boy stood there, unmoving, Lucifer took it as a sign to take things a little bit further. He let his lips plant kisses on Sam’s jaw line, and his fingers traced invisible patterns on the skin below Sam’s navel.
“God, it feels so good to touch you…” Lucifer’s voice was hoarse with desire. He pressed against the boy and let Sam feel the bulge in his pants.
Sam sucked in his breath at the hardness pressing against his lower back.
“Lucifer, I…” he tried to move away, but the arms around him tightened.
“Shhh…it’s okay.” Lucifer kissed the nape of Sam’s neck and smiled when the boy shuddered.
No, Sam’s body was not immune to the touch. His mind screamed and struggled, but his body responded. So when Lucifer lowered his hand and cupped the front of Sam’s pajama pants, he felt the warmth of boy’s erection against his palm.
Sam panted. ‘No, no, no...’ He tried to move, and this time Lucifer let him, but instead of moving away, Sam felt himself being turned around so Lucifer could slam their mouths together.
Before Sam could protest, Lucifer’s tongue was in his mouth, and their aligning erections were grinding, the friction maddeningly good, despite Sam’s struggling mind.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Prince…so sweet…” Lucifer thrust against him and Sam stiffened in response.
The older man’s hand cupped Sam’s ass and pressed him further into their rubbing hard-ons. Sam tried to move away, but Lucifer was all over him.
“You can relax with me, Sam. It’s alright. I’m your husband now.”
The word husband seemed to cut through a haze of lust in his brain. Dean was his husband. They were married, they belonged together.
Sam’s heart squeezed so painfully in his chest that he pushed Lucifer away, his eyes almost instantly filling with tears as he thought of Dean and felt the ache of his absence.
Lucifer watched, confused, as Sam sat on the edge of the bed and wiped at his eyes. The boy seemed shaky.
Sam was in so much emotional pain that he almost didn’t care if Lucifer got mad. Nothing else mattered, nothing but how much he missed Dean. The heartache washed away any residual arousal and he sat there, his eyes lost and shimmering.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Lucifer sat beside him, worried.
“I’m sorry.” Sam shook his head. “I’m so sorry.” And at that moment, he truly was. He felt like Lucifer wasn’t so bad. He deserved someone who loved him just as much as Sam loved Dean.
“Hey, it’s okay…” Lucifer reassured him.
Sam covered his face with his hands, but Lucifer knew he was crying.
“It’s okay, I promise.” He wrapped Sam in his arms and placed the boy’s head under his chin. “Did I push too far?” Lucifer was sexually frustrated, but he was also happy. He had just learned that he could make the boy hard. Despite what had happened to him in the past, Lucifer could arouse Sam’s desire, and that was great news. With a little bit more time he knew he could get the boy to give in to him.
Sam rubbed at his eyes and looked away. He felt embarrassed, but his sadness overcame that feeling.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Do you want to get some sleep?”
Sam nodded. He watched as Lucifer pulled the covers and adjusted the pillows. Then he helped Sam get under the sheets and tucked him in.
“You’re so nice to me,” Sam said, and his surprise did not go unnoticed.
Lucifer chuckled.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I love you. I’m going to take care of you. I understand it might take a little time for you to trust me, but I mean it, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”
Sam didn’t need Lucifer to take care of him. He didn’t need anything from Lucifer. He was counting the days for Dean to come back so they could run away from all that. But still, he felt a bit in Lucifer’s debt for deceiving him with this fake marriage, and that made him grateful for Lucifer’s kindness.
“Good night, Prince.”
“Good night. And thank you…”
Lucifer smiled largely. Having the boy’s gratitude was the first step towards having his trust, and once he had his trust, he would have his body, thoroughly, over and over again.
~ * ~
When Lucifer left on business and Sam was alone, he could finally feel at ease in his new home. It felt good not being on guard all the time, and not feeling so guilty either.
Being by himself allowed Sam time to think, but this also meant a lot of time alone with thoughts of Dean, and there was only so much Sam could take before his sanity started to feel threatened by misery.
The boy dismissed his bodyguard and left his home for a walk in order to clear his thoughts. He paid Bobby a visit and talked to him for a while. Bobby wanted to know how he was coping, and Sam assured him that everything was fine. Sam asked about Dean, but Bobby didn’t know much, except that he was still searching. And no, Bobby hadn’t mentioned anything about the fake wedding.
After spending a couple of hours in the church, Sam left and was heading home when a familiar face stopped him on the street.
“Sam?”
Sam looked at the man in front of him and his heart quickened.
“Hey, Benny.”
“Hey. How are you? What’s going on?”
“Um…” Sam looked around. How much did Benny know?
“Do you wanna grab some coffee?”
“Okay.” Sam accepted the invitation and followed Benny to a nearby cafe, where they sat down and ordered.
“How’s Cass doing?” Sam asked as they waited for their drinks.
“He’s doing much better. I visited him yesterday. The doctors think he’ll be going home by the end of the week.”
“Wow, that’s great news! Dean will be so happy to hear that,” Sam said it quickly, without paying much attention to his words, then he realized the look Benny gave him and he grew serious.
“What’s going on, Sam? Why isn’t Dean here? What happened to his father?”
Sam swallowed hard.
“Have you talked to Father Bobby?” Sam asked.
“I have. He sad Dean’s looking for his dad, that something happened to him, and Dean had to go help him. He didn’t tell me much, though.”
“That’s pretty much it. I heard John’s in trouble…Dean’s trying to set things right.” It was all Sam could say without putting his family situation under scrutiny.
Benny didn’t seem pleased with that answer. He was about to ask something when the waiter put down their coffees. They thanked him and Sam lowered his eyes to his drink.
“People are gossiping about you, you know,” Benny said.
“They are?”
“Yeah.”
“Let them gossip,” Sam shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“They’re saying you got married to Lucifer Morningstar, the billionaire,” Benny went on despite Sam’s dismissive words. “He’s been spotted in town, and some say they saw you in the church together.”
Sam sighed deeply. He could tell Benny was judging him.
“I don’t care what people say.”
“What about Dean? Do you care what has to say about this?”
Sam flinched. He could tell Benny was very much annoyed with him at this moment. He couldn’t blame Dean’s friend for taking his side.
“Please don’t tell him. You wouldn’t understand…”
“Oh, so he doesn’t know…?”
Sam’s control slipped for a second and he slammed his fist on the table, surprising them both and earning one or two looks of disapproval.
“You don’t know what’s going on, Benny.” Sam didn’t seem to know, or care, that his eyes were covered with a shiny layer of wetness. “I’m doing what I have to, and Dean is trying to make things right. If you tell him I’m married to Lucifer he’ll come back to Glasstown, and right now John needs him more than I do.”
Benny shifted his position uncomfortably under Sam’s intense gaze and passionate words.
“This is complicated. Neither Dean nor I can do as we please right now. We’re trying to change that, I mean…he’s trying. I have to…I’m doing my part.”
“Okay, relax…” Benny said. He could feel the tension coming off Sam’s body in waves. “I was just wondering, you know. You guys seemed so in love…”
“We still are. We just have to fix things.”
“If you say so…”
“Please, if you talk to him, don’t talk about Lucifer. Dean needs to focus. The sooner he can help his father, the sooner he can come home.”
“Alright…I won’t mention anything.” Benny could tell there was so much more to that story. Sam was obviously hiding secrets, but at least Benny relaxed, because he saw the boy was not making a fool out of Dean. Something was really going on, and whatever Sam had with Lucifer now, the boy was clearly not pleased about it.
“Just, if you could please make sure Cass is fine…Dean will love to hear about that.”
“I’ll tell him. If I talk to him, which I haven’t since he left town abruptly.”
“You can update Father Bobby on Cass' situation. He’ll make sure Dean knows about it.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.”
The two of them silenced and sipped their drinks as the sun began to set in the horizon.
~ * ~
When Sam got home, he was surprised not to find any servants waiting by the door. He walked in, and even though the lights were on, there didn’t seem to be anyone home. That was weird. Usually they would wait for Sam to be back before leaving for the night, but as Sam walked around downstairs and called out, no one came.
Sam took off his jack and went upstairs. He turned on the light in his room and his heart skipped a bit.
“Holy shit…” he panted and felt the discharge of adrenaline. “What are you doing here?”
“Lucifer told me that he’d be traveling today.”
“Yeah, he left in the morning. He’s not here, as you can see, so you should come back some other day.”
Azazel got up from Sam’s bed, where he had been sitting comfortably in the dark a few minutes before, and walked towards the boy.
“On the contrary. I’m glad to have this time alone with you.”
Sam looked into the yellow eyes watching him from such a small distance. He didn’t want to demonstrate fear, but he was awfully aware that by now Azazel must have already smelled it in him.
“Well, I don’t want to be alone with you, so you should go.”
“Samuel, Samuel…” Azazel tried to stroke his cheek but Sam retreated.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Why do you have to be like this? I mean, I know there’s some bad blood between us now, but it needn’t be like this. It could all be water under the bridge.”
Azazel took a few more steps and cornered Sam against the wall.
“Remember when you used to be a good boy and let daddy drink?”
“You’re not my dad.”
“I’m still the one who raised you.”
Sam was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring. He was angry and scared and without many options. He closed his eyes shut when Azazel’s mouth came close to his neck, but the bite never came.
“Strip,” Azazel whispered into his ear.
“What?”
“You know I like to choose where I feed on.”
“No.” Sam’s heart was thudding. Unfortunately, the loud pulsing of his heartbeat only served to arouse Azazel further.
“Yes.”
Azazel reached towards Sam’s shirt and started to try and take it off. Sam groaned and tried to shove Azazel off of him, but he realized quickly he couldn’t match the vampire’s strength. Azazel closed his fingers around Sam’s wrist as Sam tried to fight him, and he squeezed until Sam’s face twisted with pain.
“Strip,” he ordered again, coldly.
“No,” Sam gritted his teeth. “AH!!” Sam screamed and doubled over his stomach with pain when Azazel’s fingers twisted his wrist, breaking it. The sound of bones snapping was as chilling as the pain.
“How many more bones will I have to break before you’re a good boy again, Samuel?”
“Lucifer…he will…” Sam tried.
“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You’re mine to do as I please.” Azazel tore at Sam’s clothes, ripping them until the boy was finally naked before his eyes.
Crying with anger, fear and sheer pain, Sam was thrown onto the bed a moment before Azazel crawled on top of him.
The much heavier and much stronger vampire sank his fangs all over Sam’s body, paying special attention to his neck, thighs and inner arms. He didn’t, however, drink too much. It was like Azazel didn’t want Sam to pass out from the feeding. He drank small amounts of blood, savoring every second with lustful abandon.
Sam remembered thinking, in the middle of all his anger and pain, how could he have ever thought that was okay? How could he have accepted that behavior for so long? The boy finally understood that he was a victim, he had always been a victim-the perfect prey.
When Azazel was satisfied, he got up, made a show of licking his lips and sighed with evident pleasure.
“You taste almost as good as before. I guess Lucifer hasn’t claimed you yet,” he pondered, then went on, almost to himself. “Dean’s seed didn’t corrupt your blood so much, although it’s a shame it will never be what it was before,” he paused and looked intently at the boy in bed. “Good night, Samuel. You should put some ice on that wrist.”
Sam curled up in bed, bringing his knees up to his chest as he listened to the footsteps going away. When the door closed downstairs and Sam knew he was alone, he started shaking, and the tears came freely and irresponsibly, without any warning or desire to stop.
Azazel had simply drank his blood, as he had done many, many times before. Yet, Sam felt as if the vampire had taken so much more from him. Sam felt ashamed and robbed of a part of himself. He felt dirty and…violated.
But he would do his part. As Dean tried to rescue John, Sam would do what he had to.
He would not disappoint.
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tbc...
a/n: Merry Christmas guys! (sorry for the dark end of the chapter though) ;-)