That one hour had quickly turned to two as Sam got lost in just what he was doing during his time away. He needed to put that distance between himself and Dean, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before he saw his brother as the very thing he'd been craving during their time together. Finding a demon hadn't been a problem, and when she hadn't been willing to share the wealth, he hadn't hesitated to take it for himself, using his newly amped abilities to make sure she didn't tell a soul after.
She wasn't Ruby, so he knew he couldn't trust her.
Killing off the demon had helped him in another way. With the creature gone, there was a body left behind, long since dead. It gave him access to blood of a different kind, and it's something he now carries with him as he makes his way back to meet Dean again.
Well, one of them, at least. The Deans are an issue in themselves, and while he's willing to consider each one of them his brother, he knows it isn't entirely true. Not when none of them can recall the past year. And with only one of them- two, now -being entirely human, he knows it's unlikely that they've just pushed those memories aside. He knows he wouldn't be able to blame them if that's what they did. He can still remember every single moment he spent watching his brothers attempts at continuing on with his life.
"Hey." He pushes his thoughts aside once Dean comes in to view again; preferring to just focus on the matter at hand. He's spending time with one of the Deans, and that's enough for him right now, whether or not it's the one he's spent the past month looking for. It's only a matter or time, or so he hopes, and if the other Deans are willing to spend time with him, he isn't going to complain. He's still the one person that matters most to him.
"Dead mans blood." He holds the bottle toward Dean, a smile on his face that comes more from being able to stand near his brother than from what they're about to do. "You remember what it does, right?"
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She wasn't Ruby, so he knew he couldn't trust her.
Killing off the demon had helped him in another way. With the creature gone, there was a body left behind, long since dead. It gave him access to blood of a different kind, and it's something he now carries with him as he makes his way back to meet Dean again.
Well, one of them, at least. The Deans are an issue in themselves, and while he's willing to consider each one of them his brother, he knows it isn't entirely true. Not when none of them can recall the past year. And with only one of them- two, now -being entirely human, he knows it's unlikely that they've just pushed those memories aside. He knows he wouldn't be able to blame them if that's what they did. He can still remember every single moment he spent watching his brothers attempts at continuing on with his life.
"Hey." He pushes his thoughts aside once Dean comes in to view again; preferring to just focus on the matter at hand. He's spending time with one of the Deans, and that's enough for him right now, whether or not it's the one he's spent the past month looking for. It's only a matter or time, or so he hopes, and if the other Deans are willing to spend time with him, he isn't going to complain. He's still the one person that matters most to him.
"Dead mans blood." He holds the bottle toward Dean, a smile on his face that comes more from being able to stand near his brother than from what they're about to do. "You remember what it does, right?"