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If Sam Winchester told you about his love life in detail you'd never believe him. Some Hunters sleep with possessed meat suits when they absolutely know that there's a demon behind their lover's human eyes, it really wasn't that uncommon. Some sleep with vampires and Sam had even met a woman who had a long term relationship with a werewolf once. It's just... usually there are breaks in between supernatural creatures.

But Sam was a magnet for them. Even the most harmless looking, normal seeming girls turned out to be some kind of horrible monstrosity just waiting to push him a little further toward a destiny of destruction and blood shed. It was hard to take for Sam, but pretty impossible for anyone else to believe. A friend of the Winchesters once joked that Sam had to be seeking out monsters and psychopaths. No one had luck that bad, there was just no way.

There were a few normal girls like Jessica and Amelia, but on the whole It had been one supernatural accident after another. It all started with a cute, sweet girl named Amy. Well, girl is probably not the right word to describe her. Amy was a Kitsune and Sam... well, he knew what she was and let her go, anyway. Twice.

He had no idea what Meg was when he met her. And Madison... so she wasn't necessarily all that evil, but it didn't have a happy ending.

The worst of them, a gorgeous blond named Harmony, turned out to be kind of the worst vampire in the world. You couldn't really call Becky a demon, but trust that she was close enough to make the list.

But none of them could really hold a candle to Ruby. She was tough and she was beautiful. When no one else, not even Dean, was on Sam's side he could count on Ruby to have his back. He hated to admit it now, but there was a side of himself that he could only share with her. She got him. She laughed with him when he was laughing and took his abuse with attitude when he was angry. Even when she was showing submission, which was really rare, she always seemed to have the upper hand in the game they were playing.

When Sam was at his lowest and sure his brother was dead and gone it was really Ruby who got through to him pulled him out of it. And though it's pretty ironic, she was the one who picked him up and gave him the strength and self confidence to eventually kill her when he had to. He couldn't escape his bond with her for a long time. Not after she was gone, not after he and Dean had moved on. She was bound to him even in the other reality. Well, bound to Peckalecki... Er, Padalecki...

She could taste it on her, each drop of it like acid on her lips, on her tongue, in her throat.  It burned, and it made every fiber of her being ache and burn with the primal, feral desire that she had spent so long fighting.   Each heartbeat of the crowds that surrounded her sounded with the ferocity of war drums, beating and sounding in her head as she stumbled, fingers dragging along the wall of the alleyway as she tried to force herself away.  

Away from the smell of them, the sound of them.  Away from the blood that coursed through their veins.  Calling her.  Taunting her.  The back of her hand pressed, forcing her knuckles against her lips, trying to force the crimson drops from her mouth.  She could feel the acid of it, the fierce heat of it as it pooled in her stomach, and the burn of tears blurred her vision.  Her stomach knotted, and she stumbled, falling forcefully onto her knees as her body shook, and she retched, her stomach ejecting the stolen blood with selfish, small bursts.  Her body wanted to hold it, to retain it and absorb it, but the heat was too much, the feel of it too hot.  Too human.  The taste of it was intoxicating, and the realization of it made her stomach churn again to expel its crimson contents.  

Blood, dark and bright, splattered against the alley stones, barely visible to anyone but one of her kind, the stones so stained with soot and dirt and the grime of life and death in the city.  Her fingernails dug into the stones, into the worn sharp grout between them, and she was grateful for the small stings of pain that the gestures brought.  It served as a distraction.  A distraction from the face, the horrified face that had stared at her, that had tried to scream, muffled by the hand that Jenna had thrust over her mouth.  

Fear.  

She had known it.  She had felt it wrought on her own features, in those last minutes of her life as she stared down death in the form of Klaus, as she watched helplessly as the werewolf had been killed, her heart ripped from her chest.  Knowing that she was next.  Knowing that Elena would follow.  Helpless.   Just as the girl that she had pulled from the crowd, turned to face her, convinced in those few seconds that it was Elena.  The hair, it had been the same; the build, the skin tone, even the laugh, but when Jenna had pulled her from the street -- so quickly that not even the young man beside her had known she had gone missing -- the face was not the same.   Instead, it had been terrified.  

Something had snapped inside of Jenna.  Anger, instant and blinding, had risen, and she had let herself fall into it.  For only a moment, but a moment was all that it took, and she had heard the scream build in the young woman's throat as Jenna's eyes had rippled red, the veins bulging beneath them and the fangs baring themselves to the dull light.  It had taken only a moment to sink her teeth into the girl's neck, to break skin and taste beneath it the blood, rich and luscious and warm and heady.  

She didn't know what it was that had stopped her.  What small sound, or movement, what small trigger of a memory of the ones she had lost, had given her the strength to pull away... almost too late.  Forget.  So easy, to erase the memory, to tell the girl to find her friends, she'd gotten lost, she should go, go back to where she'd come from... 

As if there was any way back.

Every character, no matter how young or old, how good or evil, pure as the driven snow or dark as pitch has moments that become ingrained in their memories. For some, this might be a first love, a first kiss, a first crush... the first heartbreak.  For others, it might be their first kill, their first soul-bound contract.