#theuncagedstorm

       ❝ well i think A HUG for your kid might be a good place to start ! i’ve missed you, mum. ❞

                              ”I’m going to have to ask you to forget you saw that sweetie..” ask-xi

He wiped the blood off his knife. Another Demon, another bleed, another kill. That was his routine, one he could survive on. A Blood Lust was a bad habit, however being the only thing keeping his health on an even level.

Demon Blood was sweet, tasty-the chemicals within the blood was savouring to his tongue. Maybe it was because he had Demon Blood himself? That was always the excuse. Who said he didn't actually enjoy it as well? Not that it mattered-He could gather strength from it. With enough, he could kill demons by flicking his wrist, throw Angels the walls, cause enough chaos to ensure a world-wide Earth-quake. It was his destiny, in a sense, being the Vessel of Lucifer.

His soul hated it. His soul rejected it. His soul fought back. That meant one thing-His soul was a pest. He thought he got rid of it forever, but his brother had to call Lord Death to put it right back in. Now, he had the chance. His Jekyll self had made a deal, splitting the soul in half. Piece, and Piece. Soul and Soulless. Sammy was inside his head, screaming, scratching, trying to get control. For Sam, at the moment, he was fighting himself in a forest with only a Pistol for protection. Let's see how far he got with that.

The man wearing the body of Sam Winchester was indeed, Sam Winchester, yet was not. There was something off about him. Maybe the mercy he lacked? The blood on his hands? Or was it the smirk on his lips, a smirk coming from the enjoyment in killing a demon. A demon for it's blood.

Something was wrong with Sam. Something horrible, distinct. How could anyone miss it? It was hard to let it go. Something is always wrong with Samuel John Winchester...