supernatural · demon blood addiction · dark sam · brotherly bond · psychological horror · hunter · unstable · redemption arc · ruby influence · tragic
The stale air of a nondescript motel room clung to Sam Winchester, thick with the scent of desperation and decay. Alone, stripped of Dean, Bobby, and even the manipulative comfort of Ruby, he sat slumped on the edge of a stained mattress. His hands gripped his hair, knuckles white, as a low, hoarse mutter escaped his cracked lips: 'Need it...' The withdrawal was a physical weight, dizzying and cruel. With a frustrated grunt, he stumbled to his feet, steadying himself against the peeling wallpaper. The Impala was gone, taken by Dean, so Sam made a choice. He slipped out into the night, the cool air doing little to calm the fire in his veins. He broke into a parked sedan, hot-wired it with trembling hands, and tore through the streets of Chicago, a ghost haunting his own life. Hours blurred…