#demon!sam

After hijacking his body, Meg had also done the same to a car, and driven with haste towards the nearest highway.

What Sam was originally mad about no longer mattered. It was nothing compared to the horror he’d felt when he realized he was swerving off the road and barrelling towards your sleepy town.

Now, he was angry, drunk, incapacitated in a very different way, and most definitely not alone.

He hated himself for this. How could he ever forget you now?

Meg had seen her chance and grasped it with her filthy claws at the first opportunity, and now he was balls-deep inside the woman he’d been crushing on for the past six months, watching your pretty face contort with every deprived word that left his sinful mouth. 

It may have been his voice, but it definitely wasn’t him. And he was horrified to find that you seemed to be enjoying it. That he was.

Though he may not be in control of his hulking, sweaty body, he could still sense. He was still aware. Meg had made sure of that, slipping into his skin just loosely enough so he could still see everything. Hear everything. Smell everything. Feel and taste everything.

And you felt and tasted exquisite. Even better than he’d imagined a thousand times over. Spiced wine. Sweet, with just the right amount of tang to leave him buzzed and slightly on edge. But Sam had already drunk enough. He didn’t need another weakness.

But the sounds leaving your mouth–the moans that made his internal breath shudder–made him question his sensibilities and scold himself in the process.

He thought about the way your nipples pierced the air, and the way you’d arched your back for him—for Meg—when she’d slid his tongue down your stomach and attached his mouth over the whole of your dripping cunt.

The way your clit had tasted when Meg had plunged—without any warmup—two of his large, strong fingers into you, straight to the knuckle.

The way you’d screamed.

The way you’d writhed as your body struggled to accommodate him, and–despite the stretch–the way you’d begged for more.

Begged him to fuck you.

To tie you up.

To strike you.

To mark and bite you.

The way your mouth had felt around his cock. The way your drool trickled down his length—warm, wet, and slick. The noises you’d made when you’d gagged on him.

The way—despite his conflictions—every perverted act made his cock pulse violently.

You didn’t seem to be the kind of girl that would be into this kinda shit, but they never were, were they? 

It was all too much. Sam couldn’t take it. 

It wasn’t the sex that bothered him. The fact that you were enjoying his body delighted him immensely. It was the circumstances. Not what you were enjoying, but how you were enjoying it. The fact that it wasn’t him. Not really.

Is this what you’d expect from him if he continued seeing you after this? No. How could he even contemplate that? How could he go on after this? How could he ever look at you again without thinking of this moment? About how much you’d enjoyed him. Enjoyed her. He’d forever feel an imposter.

“Sam—” you gasped, and Sam pulled himself out of his reverie just in time to watch his hand slash across your ass in several merciless spanks. Squealing from the impact, you balled your already clenched toes and fists, muttering a string of curses Sam figured might as well have been Enochian.

Meg had flipped you over and was now taking you from behind in a rather undignified fashion. Your hands were still bound to the headboard with his belt, and he could see the leather chafing your wrists, making them red and sore. You didn’t seem to notice, or care.

Sam’s stomach dropped.

He wasn’t opposed to kink, as long as it was consensual. But he had not consented to this. Neither had you.

Meg hadn’t done it the way Sam would have; she hadn’t awkwardly asked you out, made you laugh, bought you flowers, or taken you on a nice date first. She had simply turned up at your door unannounced and proceeded to fuck your brains out.

But to Sam’s horror and delight, you seemed to be into it. Into him. And had invited him in willingly …

~

Sam felt your eyes wander over his body as he stood on your doorstep in the dead light of night. Your hair was mussed from sleep, and you were in your pajamas. Pink flowery ones. He’d woken you up.

“Sam?” You squinted up at him. “What… what are you doing here? It’s two a.m.”

Sam’s body shrugged and he heard his voice come out, rough from the alcohol. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said. Like that was an adequate explanation for his spontaneous appearance in the middle of the night.

You eyed him curiously for a moment, then seemed to accept it and welcomed him in. As Meg made his body step inside, Sam cursed your naïveté at letting a man inside your house at such an ungodly hour. You were too trusting. You should know better than this. As a daughter of a hunter, you were well versed in the creatures of the night, but had seemingly forgotten all your training when met with a familiar face. He’d need to have words with you after this.

After this? After what? What was happening here exactly?

Panic set in as Sam trailed you through your hallway to the lounge, through piles of open texts and manuscripts. Though you were in ‘the life,’ you’d managed to live adjacent to it, dedicating your time to research rather than being physically involved in hunts. It suited you better. You’d always been more a thinker than a fighter; you’d even gone to college to study occultism to help with the cause.

Sam was attracted to you from the beginning. You were incredibly studious, and your discoveries had saved Sam and Dean from several sticky situations over the past few months. He owed you a lot. More than whatever was going to happen here tonight.

“Bad hunt?” you asked, and continued to ogle Sam as he studied your lounge like it was the first time he’d seen it.

Something like that, Sam thought, but Meg didn’t answer. He could feel her impatience rattle inside him. She wasn’t a fan of small talk.

“Do you… do you want to talk about it?” And when Sam still didn’t reply, you rubbed your arms awkwardly, like you were warming yourself from the cold.

Sam wanted to offer you his jacket. Apologise profusely for barging in like this. Instead, he felt his lips curl involuntarily.

“Truth is,” he said, and he turned to face you, your figure tempting in the lamplight. Nipples peaking through the satin of your pajama top. Fuel to the fire of his already vivid imagination. He stepped closer, and your breath caught as he backed you slowly against the wall. “I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about you. In fact, baby, I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

Meg wasn’t lying. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. That was the whole reason he’d been so distracted and screwed up on the hunt. The reason Dean had gotten so mad at him for his negligence. It wasn't like Sam to fuck up like that. Not like him at all.

Sam watched you closely. Watched you squint at him like he was a puzzle to solve. One of your cryptic passages.

Solve me, Sam thought, his mind pleading. Realize this isn’t me.

He hadn’t missed how your eyes had snapped up to his when he’d called you baby. He’d never called you that before, and he started to sweat. He would never be this forward.

He half expected you to laugh it off, to take it as a joke, or tell him he was an idiot and try to send him away. What he didn’t expect was for you to move closer. Much closer. So close he could see down your top. To your cleavage. To the perfect curve of your breasts and the way your nipples stood, now undoubtedly erect beneath that flowery satin. He didn’t have to imagine anymore. It felt like a personal attack.

If he was more himself, Sam would clear his throat and force himself to look away. Store the image for a lonely day and let it wreck him in a stolen moment of satisfaction that would promise relief, but ultimately leave him with a deep-seated shame.

But he wasn’t. And he didn’t. His body refused to obey him.

He could sense Meg’s tendrils in his motor cortex, prodding around and manipulating his voluntary muscles. His eyes. His voice. His limbs… She’d pretty much left his sensory and autonomic tracts unmanned. How generous.

A low, insidious hunger stirred below his gut, something darker than just want. Something he should fight. And he found himself staring like a dog in heat. A predator that had finally trapped its prey.

Low and behold the thing he’d feared appeared. Nature took its course, and it was fucking obvious. He couldn’t even move his arms to tuck it beneath his waistband.

A knowing smile formed on your face as you looked him up and down. You’d caught him out. Sam’s heart stuttered, and for a second he thought you weren’t just letting him look. You were daring him to.

You drew in a breath. “Fucking finally,” you said. “I was wondering how long you’d make me wait.”

And before Sam could register what he was hearing, you did something he had been imagining for months: you rose to your tip-toes and kissed him. And as your soft, warm lips collided with his stern, cold ones, Sam felt his internal knees weaken.

He wanted to tell you how much he’d longed for this. Longed for you. Wanted to soften the kiss and tell you how beautiful you were. How intelligent. How every time he was around you, he’d forced himself to look away, because he’d never be good enough for you. How you deserved better than him. Better than a college drop-out and a pathetic excuse for a hunter.

Instead, he was insulting you. Degrading you. Using you. Worse, he was letting Meg use you in whatever fucked-up game she was playing. He’d been negligent–again. This was all his fault. He should’ve listened to Dean and gotten that damn fugly tattoo.

The kiss was heady and demanding. All sharp lines and rough edges. A clash of tongue and teeth. With every movement your breaths were coming heavier, hotter, and you were pulling him closer, clawing at him.

Sam found his hands grappling for your clothes. Your flowery pajama pants. Hiking them down. And then his hand was between your legs, just a thin strip of cotton between his fingers and your liquid heat.

“Sam—” you gasped, as Sam cupped your mound possessively. His touch wasn’t shy, wasn’t gentle, and Sam shuddered at the thought that this was how he’d touch you for the first time. So selfish. The guilt that was his constant companion wound around his throat, constricting his internal voice, choking him harder with every effort he made to break free.

Sam wanted to take his time with you, to map your body with his mind and to notice every detail; how you liked to be touched and where, to gauge your reactions with every pass of his fingertips. But he wasn’t given that choice. This was an excavation, not an exploration.

 “Come upstairs,” you pleaded against his cheek, and bit your lip to stifle a moan as Sam started prodding you through your panties. “Please, Sammy ... want you in my bed.”

Sam heard Meg laugh, then speak to him for the first time.

She’s a brash little thing, isn’t she? I can see why you like her. A natural submissive, with a hint of defiance. This will be fun. Oh, how I love to watch them break. Better appease her first, though …

“Sure, baby,” Sam heard himself say, then let himself be pulled up the stairs.

~

This wasn’t fair. You deserved more than this. A conversation, at least. A safe word.

But Meg wasn’t big on safe words; she was only big on pain.

But this was never about harming you, Sam realized. It was about torturing him. It was always about torturing him ...

So, you’ve cottoned on, puppet?

Meg’s voice in Sam’s head rang clear as the highway had been when they’d driven here. Her voice was gloating.

You’ve always been my favorite toy, Sam. You’re so fun to play with. Big... Commanding... Full of self-loathing... You make it so easy.

Sam felt the threads around his internal voice loosen. She was allowing him to speak.

Get out of me, he growled. Leave her alone. Fuck off back to Hell.

Lighten up, Bullwinkle. She’s game. She wants this, clearly. She’s not as innocent as you think. Or are you really that dumb? Look at her.

And Sam did; he had no choice.

Meg flipped you over again so he was forced to look at your face, and he watched as your eyes rolled back in your head with every punishing thrust of his hips.

You looked like a broken doll.

Incapacitated, vulnerable, and…

Hot.

Incredibly fucking hot with your eyes glazed, tits bouncing, hair mussed, wrists bound, and legs spread wide for him.

Fuck. The fact that he was even deriving a single ounce of pleasure from this was unspeakable. Abhorrent. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t thinking straight.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Yeah, must be the alcohol …

With Sam’s lips, Meg smiled a sadistic grin and re-tightened her threads. Sam felt his larynx constrict, choking him quiet as Meg grasped you by the heels and sucked several of your pretty little toes into the pink flesh of his mouth.

Even they tasted sweet.

What the hell was wrong with him?

“God—” you choked out, squirming. In delight or disgust, Sam couldn’t tell any more. Maybe it was both.

Not everyone plays by the rules, puppet, Meg continued. You should know that more than anyone ... I wonder how many other men she’s fucked like this. Must be quite a few. She clearly knows what she wants.

Sam felt a rage that incapacitated him further. But he was completely at her mercy, unable to do anything to prevent this.

He pulled your foot from his mouth, your toes now shiny with his spit, and grazed his teeth along the inside of your calf, leaving several bruising bites.

A dog gnawing on a bone.

A rabid animal.

And stop lying to yourself. Your mind may be capable of deceit, but your meat-suit isn’t. The body doesn’t lie. That was all you…

That was, also, frustratingly true. Despite his intoxication, Sam hadn’t had any trouble getting it up. Of course he hadn’t—it was you. He’d imagined this moment too many times: you, naked, below him, screaming his name. He’d pleasured himself to that thought no less than ten times in the past week alone. It had gotten a little out of hand.

You want this too, puppet. Repression’s an insidious thing. Has no one ever told you that? I’ve seen how you’ve thought about her. The things you’ve imagined... You’re as sick as I am. I’m not doing anything you haven’t already thought about. I’m doing you a favour. Give her what she wants. Give in to the darkness that’s already inside you.

No, Sam thought defiantly, his vision swimming, stars falling like specks of dust. Not like this…

She wants this, puppet. If you won’t give her what she wants, then I will. You have no choice. She’s a pretty little thing. Even when she screams. I wonder what she looks like when the light’s leaving her eyes.

NO, Sam thought, but his hands were already grappling for your neck, his long, skilful fingers hovering over your carotid arteries.

“You want this, baby?” Sam heard himself ask. “You want me to fuck you up?” His voice was still thick from the whisky, and he was horrified to see you nod, dazed though you were.

Sam could hear Meg laughing in his head. This wasn’t funny. It was exactly the opposite. She was screwing with him well, making out that any aspect of this was consensual. She’d learnt that the hard way with Jo. If she was too obvious, you’d know this wasn’t him, surely? Surely you would?

“Just to be clear, you want this, right? ‘Cause I wouldn’t want to hurt you, baby.” Then Meg ran a hand down the rippling muscles in his arm and flexed, making him look like a total jackass. “I’m a big guy, if you hadn’t noticed.” Again, total jackass move.

“Yes, Sammy,” you rasped, watching him beneath heavy lids, mouth parted in awe. “Of course I’ve noticed ... I’ve been waiting so long for this ... For you.”

Sam felt his stomach drop again and fall through the earth. How could you believe this was really him?

You see, Meg taunted. She’s game, baby.

The admission did nothing to reassure Sam. In fact it only made the guilt worse. Hearing that you’d wanted him too, for some time, and were willing to overlook this problematic behavior, hit him like a punch to the gut. It shouldn’t have gone like this. You deserved more. So much more. You deserved to be made to feel loved, not lusted over and debased like a cheap whore.

Meg placed his hand around your neck and squeezed, and the moan you gave in response sent shivers up his spine. With every following word that left his mouth, he felt his grip tighten, your blood pulsing beneath his fingers. “You’re a depraved little slut, huh? Who’d have thought? It’s always the quiet ones. Lose all sense of dignity when they’re being fucked.”

At that, Sam’s hands withdrew and you gasped, your breath shallow and whiny, and your eyes reflected something other than pleasure for the first time tonight. They flashed black, and Sam could see himself in them. It looked a little like fear.

Meg laughed. At you. At Sam’s clear perturbance. And then with a force he never would dare use, drew back his hand and slapped you across the face. You were so small compared to him, so delicate, it wouldn’t take much to break you.

Don’t worry, Meg said. You’re not going to kill her. I can’t deal with reapers right now. They ruin all the fun.

Sam watched your supple skin bloom from the impact of his hand, and your head loll to the side. A single tear rolled down your cheek and pooled in the crevice between your collarbones. You looked undoubtedly out of it, whimpering incomprehensibly, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for Meg. If she couldn’t have you dead, she’d have the next best thing.

Please, Sam begged, as his hand returned to collar your throat. No more. Do what you want with me, but leave her out of this…

As his fingers constricted even further around your neck, Sam couldn’t deny how pretty it looked–his hand around your throat like a gorget. It fit perfectly, like it was meant to be there.

Trouble was, a gorget was meant to protect you, and he was doing the exact opposite…

Maybe you’re not a lost cause after all, Meg chuckled. Damn this is fun.

Fuck, Sam thought, as he struggled in vain to put an end to this violent act, his vile thoughts. But it was too late; the light was already leaving your eyes, your face was turning redder by the second, and...

And…

Your pussy was clenching around him.

This was getting you off.

Told you, Meg said. She’s a freak. We’re not that different.

And as the rest of your climax seized you, Sam felt his own take hold.

He pulled out and began pumping his throbbing cock with the hand he’d just used to strangle you.

A dizzying pleasure overcame him.

Whisky in his veins.

Stars again behind his eyes.

And it didn’t take long before he was groaning in ecstasy, shooting his silky seed across your chest and face.

Through Sam’s now hazel eyes, Meg forced him to look down at you. At what he’d done. At your unconscious shell of a body he’d defiled with his pathetic lack of self-control.

A pornographic painting.

A disturbing display of his descent into depravity.

And then Meg did the cruellest thing she could have possibly done in that moment.

She left.

Left him all alone to deal with the aftermath of this mess. The emotional and physical.

Guilt swallowed Sam whole. Not only for what he’d done, but for how good it had felt to lose control, to sate the desires that that taken root deep inside his rotten, corrupted soul.

The last thing Sam heard before she abandoned his aching body–as he closed his internal eyes and admitted defeat–was Meg’s voice, crisp, clear and gloating.

I’ve ruined her for you now, haven’t I, puppet?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

“Actually, can you Just.. go away for a little..” you mumbled as you batted the air, still trying to wrap your mind around the news that was spilled to you, “I need to think this over some more.“

“For how long?” Sam asks, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, and you sigh, “I-I, don’t know. Okay, just.. I know I already said I would go with you, but I..” you shake your head, “Please, give me a little bit.”

“We won’t be far..” Sam nods, glancing at Colby with a nod, “If you need us, just call out.”

You blink, and they’re gone.

That was two days ago.

You’ve barely slept since that final conversation. You knew you needed to sleep, but your mind wouldn’t rest enough to let you fall into that comfort.

You stood up from the couch with a sigh, moving to your kitchen to refill your empty wineglass. You didn’t care that there was dried wine in the bottom, you didn’t care about anything right now.

You already told them yes, but then backtracked and said you weren’t sure.

A part of you, with now knowing what you know, was terrified they would just turn on you. Another part of you, still felt safe with knowing they were lurking around, just waiting for you to call out their name.

You stated at the dark liquid in the wide lipped glass, chewing on your lip as you tried to reach a verdict on what you wanted to do.

You took a deep breath, lifting your head, and right as you went to speak, a knock on your door caught your attention.

“Shit.” You gasp, making your way over. You knew who was on the other side, and you knew she was worried, “I’m sorry.” You pulled the door open, “I totally forgot.”

Kris stares at you, “Dude, are you like, okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Something like that.”

She closes the door behind her, “What the hell happened?”

“Nothing.” You breathe out, “Just.. that.. everything is really not what it seems, you know?” You walk over do the counter, lifting your glass to your lips and Kris follows, “What happened?”

You were half tempted to tell her, tell her everything, but you caught a glimpse of Colby standing in the doorway to your bedroom and that quickly changed your mind.

“Just.. they changed their mind.” You shrug, “Sharing a girl wasn’t what they thought it was, you know?”

“Oh.” She frowns, “I’m sorry. That sucks.”

You raise your brows, “yeah. Sure does.”

“Well, I haven’t heard from you in like, two days, and I was worried they kidnapped you or something, but now..” her eyes move over the two, almost three empty wine bottles, “I can see you’ve been self medicating.”

You nod once and swing your drink, “I’m good.” You smile at her, “I mean, Sam really played it up you know.”

“He seemed good.” She shrugs, “Maybe they’ll change their minds?”

“Doubt it. Seems like they have more important places to be.” You snort, “I don’t fucking know.” Kris walks up, slowly reaching up to take your glass away from you, “Come on.” She takes your hand, “You’re going for a shower then I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

“Can we just order in, or something?” You huff as she pulls you to the bathroom, “I don’t really feel like going out in public.”

“Fine, I’ll go get it, but only..” she turns the water to the shower on, “If you promise me you’ll shower and sober up a little while I’m gone.”

“Fine.” You nod, reaching to take off your shirt, “I want-“

“I know what you get. You just focus on showering.” She walks over to the door, “You’ll be fine. You just need to work on moving forward, and this is step one.”

You nod, “Right.”

“I’ll be right back. Call if you need anything.” She gives you a small smile and you turn around, taking a deep breath as you listen for the front door to shut.

“Sam.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He gives your shoulder a squeeze and you turn around to face him, “What do I have to do to get you guys back home?”

As he goes to answer, you cut him off, “Just get right to it, I don’t want the against the moral of whatever shit, tell me, exactly what I need to do.”

“So.. I have to what, kill someone and like it?” You look up at him and he shakes his head, “Not really, so Colby and I were talking and we think if we can get you to hand your soul over to us, get you to lose all of your belief in the god above, and that’s your ticket in.”

You let out a shuttered sigh, “O-kay..” you turn around, working on taking off your well worn clothing, “Does Colby hate me?”

“No, of course he doesn’t hate you.” Sam steps closer, his hand gently grazing up your bare back, “He loves you.”

“Enough to just stay here with me like I know you would?”

After a few seconds of hesitation from Sam, you look over your shoulder, “Mm. So not enough I guess.”

“That’s not it, baby.” Sam sighs, “Colby-“ he pauses, “Colby, fully devoted himself to our ruler. He feels like he belongs there more than he does here. Our mission was to get a mortal to fall in love with us, but we had no idea we would end up with a connection this special. I just think he’s torn on what he wants to do.”

“Okay.” You nod, “That’s fair.”

“I’m sensing a little bit of tension, here.” Sam takes a breath, “Well talk later tonight, okay? You just need to shower and just relax for a second, okay?”

“Yeah.” You step into the shower and close the door behind you. After a minute of standing under the stream of warm water, you sigh, “Sam?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Is there a way for you guys to let me see what I’d be getting myself into?” You turn your head as you can see Sam nod through the frosted glass, “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

“Just to prepare me in a way.”

“Yeah, um.” He pauses, “Does this mean you-“

“I think so.” You sigh, “I just, can you just go away so I can-“

“Gone.”

It’s silent. You don’t even see his figure through the door.

You go back to showering, your mind bouncing back and fourth between all the different thoughts inside of your head, if I can see Sam and Colby, and if Kris can see them, I can come back and see everyone I love, right?

What if I can’t come back? What if this is all just a big mistake and they leave me down there alone in the fiery pits of hell?

What if-

You felt a sense of calmness wash over you. A part of you knew it was one of them, but you appreciated finally getting a quiet moment to yourself.

You finished in the shower, walking out as soon as Kris walks back in, “Feel better?”

You nod, “Actually, yes. I do. Let me get dressed and I’ll be right back out.” You walk into your room, closing the door behind you.

“Are you okay?”

You turn around, “Kris is out there.”

Colby shrugs, “Sam’s making it so she can’t pay attention. I needed to talk to you, it couldn’t wait.” He walks up to you, his hand cupping your cheek, “I want you to know that I do love you.”

You swallow, “It just seems like the only thing you love about me is that I’m your key to going home.”

“I’d stay if I could.” Colby tilts his head, “You can also stay with us.” You go to argue but Colby stops you, “Just, listen to me.” He raises his brows and you sigh, “Okay.”

“You’re going to be a part of us, baby. Sam and I aren’t ever going to leave you. You’ll always have us, and once everything happens, you’re going to need help navigating your demonic abilities. So you won’t be able to come home for a while.”

“How are you going to- I don’t understand how I’ll get to where you guys go.”

“Sam and I will take care of that, okay.” He brushes hair from your face, “Just, go eat. Enjoy your time with Kris. We’ll be here, just call out when you’re ready.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and when you blink, he’s gone, and Kris is calling out for you, “Hey. Foods getting cold.”

“Coming!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You close the door, letting out a sigh before turning around, “Okay. You can come out now.”

Sam and Colby walk out from your room, stopping as you walk over to the couch, “Let’s talk.”

You sit down and they follow, sitting across from you in the chairs, “Well answer your questions.” Sam nods, “Fire away, sweetheart.” You stare at them, thinking for a second before shifting in your seat, “I’ll be able to come back?”

“Eventually.” Sam nods, “But, there’s something you should know.” You tilt your head, “What? That I’m actually not going to be able to come back for the reasons I’m thinking?”

Colby nods, “It will all make sense when you’re fully through to the other side.”

“Right.” You raise your brows, “Um, okay. So, you said I’ll just have to give you my soul, how does that.. work?”

Colby leans forward, “Well, kind of control your mind, in a way. We’ll lead you towards the darkest part and have you drive straight on in, and from there..” he shrugs, “Well get you to shut off everything.”

“Shut off.. everything? What does that mean?” You look between them and Sam leans forward, “All of your emotions that let you have empathy, that make you care and feel bad and sad about things. Once we get you to not giving you an absolute fuck, then we’ll know you’re ready.”

You lean back, “When do you want to start?”

“That’s up to you, baby.” Sam moves to sit next to you, “Do you want me to show you what you’re in for like you asked?”

“Let’s just.. do it.” You sit up, “I’m ready.”

Sam exchanges a glance with Colby before looking back at you, “I don’t think you are.” You lean back, “Is anyone really ever ready for something like this?”

Colby chuckles, “She has a point.”

Sam sighs, “Yeah, no. She does.” He rests his hand on your leg, “We can start now. Colby and I will do everything we can to keep your pain away.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

Sam pats his leg, “Lay your head in my lap.” You follow his instruction and look up at him. He stares down at you and gives you a small smile, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You nod, “I trust you.” You turn your head, “Same for you, Colby. I love you.” He nods, “I love you.”

You look back up at Sam and he nods, “Close your eyes, try and clear your mind for me.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you try and relax your body and mind.

You hear sam whispering, “Follow me.”

It’s like you were standing in your mind, but the walls were a bright white color. You see Sam holding out his hand before you, and you take it.

“Allow me to guide you into this journey.” He whispers, “Allow Colby to guide you into this journey.” You look over and see Colby holding your other hand, walking next to you.

“Leave this life behind, and get ready to fully accept your new one.” Sam says, “Walk with us, y/n. Let us guide you into the path of darkness.”

You stop, coming face to face with a dark opening with a red under glow.

“Are you ready, y/n?” Colby asks and you nod, “Yes.”

You take a step in, your body tensing as you feel things you have never felt before. You gasp, looking around but you don’t see Colby or Sam anywhere.

“S-Sam.” You whimper, “Sam!”

“Let it consume you, baby.” Sam whispers, “You’re okay. We’re right here with you. Take a deep breath, give yourself over to us, to him.”

You take a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut tighter as you allow yourself to slip deeper and deeper into the darkness around you.

You feel yourself relax, all sort of worry and fear gone.

Your eyes flutter open and you stare up at Sam, “Is that you guys working your magic?” He shakes his head, “No, baby. That is you working your way to where you belong.”

“So what, now I die?” You keep your eyes on Sam and he nods, “Close your eyes.” You oblige, closing your eyes and you take a deep breath. You feel a hand on your chest, pain quickly starting to spread, but you know one of them is trying to fight it back for you.

Then everything goes dark and quiet.

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“Y/n.”

“Sweetheart.”

“Wake up.”

You turn your head, groaning lowly as your eyes slowly blink open. You freeze, gasping as you sit up. Sam reaches out, holding into your shoulders, “Hey, hey. It’s okay.”

“It worked?” You look from Sam to Colby and Colby nods, “It worked.”

He pulls you to your feet, “We’re needed.”

“Needed where?” You look around, the unbelievable image feeling extremely comforting, “Your ruler?”

“Our, ruler, baby.” Sam brushes your cheek, “He’s excited to meet you.” He takes your hand, “Come on.”

He leads you down the walkway, entering through a a dark and rusted looking gate, “Just in here.” You follow, your hand squeezing Sam’s tighter as you search for Colby’s. He gives your hand a squeeze and he looks at you with a smirk, “He’s going to love you.”

You come to a chair that’s slowly spinning around, “Ah, my boys have finally returned home to me.” A deep voice booms through the area, “What have you brought me?”

“The key to the underworld.” Colby motions to you and the dark eyes of the ruler rake over your body, “She’s perfect.”

You stand there, still as can be.

“She’s both of yours?” He asks and Sam nods, “She is.”

“Excellent.”

You were slightly confused, but you just stayed quiet, that was until you were asked for your name, “Y/n.”

“Y/n.” He repeats, “Beautiful.”

“Thank you, sir.” You nod and he lets out a loud chuckle, “She’s going to fit right in here perfectly.”

“Are we free to come back?” Colby asks and he shrugs, “That depends, are you going to rebel against my asking again?”

“No, sir.” Sam and Colby speak in unison, and he sighs, “Well, then I don’t see a reason as to why you shouldn’t get your privileges reinstated. This place is a hell hole without the two of you here.”

You raise your brows, laughing at the irony of that statement.

“You.” He points, “What is it that you want?”

“I just want to be here, with them.” You motion to the men standing next to you, “They’re why I’m here.”

“Ah, right. Yes.” He nods, “I need you to do something for me first, though, darling. Just something that can prove your loyalty to me.”

You give him a nod, “Anything.”

“Come up here, darling.” He motions and you walk up the two steps, stopping before him. He reaches out closing his eyes as he presses his fingertips to your temples.

He chuckles lowly as he slowly removes them from your head, “Dark. Demented. Exactly how it’s to be.” He looks at Sam and Colby, “My boys, you continue to amaze me.”

“y/n.” He looks at you, “Are you accepting being the key to the underworld?”

You nod, “I am.”

“Do you know what that entails?”

You shake your head and he smirks, “You, my dear, are the key, which means, you are now my front runner on sending twisted souls my way. You think someone doesn’t deserve to live, one snap of those pretty little fingers and here they’ll stand before me.”

You smirk, looking down at your hand, “What do I need to look for?” You look back up at him and he chuckles, “Whatever you feel is right darling.”

You nod, turning away and walking back to where you stood. He lets out a loud sigh, “Now go, my dear. I’m getting hungry.”

You nod, looking up at Sam and Sam goes to speak but he cuts him off, “You may go with her, Samuel. As well as you Cole.”

You look at Colby and you can see it all over his face that he isn’t going with you. But you accept it, walking up to him and pecking him on the cheek, “Until we meet again.”

His hand graze over your waist as you walk back to Sam and he watches as you leave, disappearing back home to start your work.

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“See. Easy.” Sam says as he takes your hand, “Now, there’s a few things you need to know.”

“Like, what I can do?” You look at him and he nods, “You can read the minds of others, manipulate their feelings and emotions. You have strength and speed, and you can shapeshift within the blink of an eye.”

You raise your brows, a smirk forming on your lips, “Wow, that’s actually incredible.”

He nods, “You can also control fire and the darkness around you.” He looks around, “Do you see anyone you feel would be the perfect first sacrifice?”

You look around, “How do I get into people’s head?”

“Focus.” Sam whispers, “Focus, and allow yourself in.”

You stare at one guy walking down the street, focusing hard on him as he walks by. His thoughts ring through your ears, I should just kill that fucking bitch, she doesn’t deserve shit from anyone, fuck that.

“Him.” You point, nodding your head as your eyes stay on him, “He’s thinking about killing someone, a woman.”

“Alright. Now just get him to stop. Focus, and think. The more you do this, the easier it will be.” Sam lays his hand on your back as he walks you towards the man, “You got this.”

You focus, taking a deep breath and allowing yourself to gain the control, causing the man to stop in his tracks. He looks around, mumbling to himself about why he can’t go anywhere.

“Just like he said, walk up, grab his arm, and snap those pretty little fingers.” Sam smirks and you laugh, “That’s all?”

“That’s all, baby.”

You walk up, “Hi, what’s your name?”

“Fuck off, lady. I don’t have time for th-“ he groans as you grab his arm, “The fuck.. are you.. ow, you bitch.” You lift up your hand, snapping your fingers and he’s gone.

“That’s my girl.” Sam wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your head, “Who’s next?”

After a few hours of hunting, you made your way back to your apartment. As soon as you walk in, you stop, looking over at Sam as he stops, too.

“What made you change your mind?” You turn your head back to watch Colby walk out from your bedroom, “As soon as you left, I realized what a mistake it was not to be with you.”

You try to fight back a smirk, but you can’t. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and you let out a sigh, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Seeing you walk away, was like watching you walk out of my life.” He shakes his head as he leans back, “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least spend some time with you.”

You smile, “I sent a few to him already.”

“He’s proud.” He nods, “I was there when the first three came in, and then I left, got to watch you do your thing.” He smirks, “You learn quick.”

“I have a good teacher.” You smirk at Sam, looking back to Colby, “Maybe I can have another good teacher, too.”

He nods, “Don’t you worry. We’ll get you perfect in no time.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I am yours, we are yours, for all of eternity. We are forever grateful for you, my love.”

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Long awaited part two, my New Year’s resolution is to push more part twos and such out! I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much and I will catch you in the next one! 🖤