#samaddon

"i don't believe we've officially met."

she's all deadly glare and razor sharp smiles, red talons glint on the end of a delicate hand that could either caress or kill and it appears as though she goes for the latter.  sam's body is flung across the warehouse and into several odds and ends --mostly metal shrapnel.  cool.

"i'm abaddon.  knight of hell."  those sam wicken tendrils she calls her fingers curl into a fist and sam finds his insides being twisted into dust.  he's screaming, and she's grinning.  "don't slouch, sam -- it's unbecoming."

he's suddenly ramrod straight with blood spilling from his mouth.  she's got stilettos on that have to be out of a porno, and leather pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.  he pretends that the blood spilling from his lips is more important.

damnit damnit damnit.  why did he leave the knife in the car?

"y'know, when i met your brother...  he was all hubris.  big, strong, tough guy.  i thought i was getting to him, by telling him what i'd do with his body...  you know, eating babies, torturing women...  turns out, i was turning him on.  all that time in hell did your brother good, don't you think?  i wonder what your time in hell did to you."

"don't you fucking dare bring up my hell."

"oh, soft spot?  come to think of it, there's a few things i know about you, sammy."

"it's sam."

she just giggles, long locks of red hair falling over her shoulder.  josie sands was beautiful.  sam regrets that beauty has been tarnished by the ugly likes of one of the most powerful demons they've ever seen.

"sam, then."  she waits until he's making eye contact with her before she moves.  she crowds his space, eyes trailing up and down his body like he's a slab of meat and she's sizing him up.  it's probably exactly what she's doing.  her tongue darts out to swipe across red lips.  "you won't say no."

"try me."

she very carefully and very meticulously reaches behind her to pull her hair off to one side, exposing her long neck and the even longer carotid that is beating with every syllable of his name -- sam.  sam.  sam.  sam.  sam.  over and over.  his mouth is suddenly dry.

"when was the last time you had any?"

"shut up."

it's been so long but the trials have him so fucked up, and he's so tired all the time and he's got these fucking nightmares that just won't quit and he knows he's an addict, he gets it, but just one drop, maybe just one fucking drop and he'd be okay, maybe it wouldn't hurt anymore...

she can read him like a book.  she stands too close and all sam has to do is breathe in and he's drowning.  his eyes roll back into his head, that deliciously disgusting scent, spicy and floral and ugly and burnt but so fucking good, so nasty but his mouth is watering.  she leans just out of his reach and he whimpers.  she reaches up to cup the back of his neck and suddenly the vice grip on his intestines is released.  he could leave, he could run and he could never go near another demon again...  but he leans in.

"ah, ah, ah..."  she speaks too softly, like if she's too loud he'll get spooked and run off.  "not until i know.  not until i can trust you."

sam didn't realize he was moaning until she put her mouth on his, licking inside, tasting him.  sam opens easily, slides his hands up her sides, settles into the crook of her hips and ruts against her like a teenager.  his blood his hot, like it's boiling under his skin and she pulls away when she's satisfied.

"do you want it, sammy?"

"no."

"do you want it, sam?"  she repeats herself, letting her fingernails scratch the base of his neck.

"i-i...  i..."

her fingers curl into his hair.

"sam.  do you.  want it."

"...yes."

"then ask for it.  even the most powerful queen needs her king."

she leans in again, only this time her kiss is gentle, like she knows sam needs it, like she's got feelings, like she cares, like she isn't the most powerful thing that's ever touched him like this.  like abaddon is the salve to his wound.  like she's going to fix everything.

"come on, sam -- tell me you want it.  i can make everything go away."

his eyes meet her wicked ones and he wonders if they aren't all that different.

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Abaddon didn't  quite  know why she  liked Sam so much, but she definitely did.  Perhaps it was  when she found outabout his past, full of demon  blood, pain, suffering.  It wasmorbid,  sure,  but the redhead was attracted to all of that.And  so,  somehow,  some way,  they began  seeing  each other, on and off.  Between 'business trips' and destroyingthings,  the  demon and  the  hunter  would  find  moments to steal.  Just the two of them,  they did things  they didn'tdare talk to  anyone else about.  Anyone else  would laughat their forbidden trysts.  They'd say the demon had growna heart, or that the hunter had a death wish.

They had a deal, though---  keep it secret,  no hurting each other. No 'I love you's. And it worked.

Well,  it worked until they began missing each other.  Whenonce every so  often became  not often enough.  Six weekswould drag  by like  a lifetime,  and the  demon  would start getting cranky  if she didn't see her  hunter  quickly enough.She figured he must be feeling the same,  because his textsand calls were getting more frequent, and the time between their meetings was growing shorter and shorter.

Unfortunately,  Abaddon's  work  took a rather  unexpected twist,  and she was  forced to  take her  armies  somewhere quite dangerous.  The depths of Hell were no place for Sam,but Abby couldn't  just leave her demons when they neededher the most.

But thanks  to some stroke of  genius on  Sam's part,  Abby had a tablet with her.  The pair of  them would  talk as often as they could,  little conversations here and there.  Even themost trivial of things became a fascinating story to tell,  andbefore she realised it,  Abaddon was beginning to regret thelast part of their deal.

Could demons even feel love?

Dean had made fun of Sam's blazer that morning, actual tweed with leather patches on the elbows. "Dude, are you trying to break the geek richter scale?" he had asked. 

Okay yeah, Sam plays up the nerdy librarian thing a little bit sometimes, might have had it in the back of his mind when he picked out the tweed.

     There he was, stood right in front of her, in all of his Boy-King glory. Abaddon stared at Sam, her mouth slightly open, hands clenched just a little bit. This wasn't supposed to happen. But it had. Her numbers had hit 00:00:00, and just looking at the non-moving digits on his own wrist, she could tell that Sam's had as well. He was perfect, but Abaddon had never imagined that he was perfect for her. And she doubted that he'd even considered spending the rest of his life with her either. It was inconceivable, but there it was. The world's way of throwing them together, without a shadow of a doubt.

     "So, the man upstairs finally gave me a real King," she teased him with a smirk, walking a little closer. The redhead wasn't afraid of him, no more than she'd be afraid of anyone else. In fact, she found him fascinating. Wondering if he'd be able to withstand her power, or if he'd succumb to it, Abaddon flicked her hand out to pin him to a wall, appearing right in front of him to keep him there. "You're actually rather handsome."

Send me a character and i’ll tell you at least two characters I ship them with

Oh Sam. My fav.

Meg (twisted and dark at times, love it.)

Abaddon (Boy King/Queen of Hell, come on)

Castiel (Sastiel? Speaks for itself)

Send me a character and i’ll tell you at least two characters I ship them with

Pfft that’s easy peasy

Dean and Sam

Mostly because then it leads easily to threesome smut territory and it is all ‘hunters vs Queen of Hell and bow down to your mistress but you know, one on his knees and one holding her red hair tight as he kisses her and she bites his lip and holds onto the hair of the other one to keep him workin’ on her and…’

You know what?