He thought it would be a struggle to even get the man to stay still, but with his new strength once he got his hands on him the man had no chance of escaping. It barely took any effort. He thought he'd have to bite down hard too, but his fangs slid in like they were biting through tissue paper. Were humans really this fragile.
He knew he wanted the blood, he needed the blood but he hated the taste any time before, when they'd tried animal so he expected something gross. Dean failed to bite back a moan the minute the blood exploded into his mouth after breaking the artery. It was the greatest thing he'd ever tasted. Better than pie, burgers, and whiskey combined.
The warm liquid slid freely down his throat and he never wanted it to end. Not ever. He didn't know how he could go another week like before without it. He felt the thing under him struggling less and less as blood loss took over and the weaker his meal was the stronger he felt. Finally he pulled back when the flow slowed down and his food stopped breathing.
No...not food..the man stopped breathing. He let the man...corpse fall to the ground in a heap and took a few stumbling steps back until he collided with the wall behind him. He'd just....fuck...
He didn't know how to feel. He'd just killed somebody, somebody he'd never met. Yeah Sam assured him that the guy was a real prick but...he'd just killed somebody. And he felt amazing. He felt like he could do anything right now, that nothing could stop him. The mix of joy and guilt were getting to much.
"Sammy?!" he managed to croak out, not knowing what else to do. He kept staring at the corpse, fangs still out and lips and chin coated in blood as he took in deep, unneeded breathes that made his chest burn.
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He thought it would be a struggle to even get the man to stay still, but with his new strength once he got his hands on him the man had no chance of escaping. It barely took any effort. He thought he'd have to bite down hard too, but his fangs slid in like they were biting through tissue paper. Were humans really this fragile.
He knew he wanted the blood, he needed the blood but he hated the taste any time before, when they'd tried animal so he expected something gross. Dean failed to bite back a moan the minute the blood exploded into his mouth after breaking the artery. It was the greatest thing he'd ever tasted. Better than pie, burgers, and whiskey combined.
The warm liquid slid freely down his throat and he never wanted it to end. Not ever. He didn't know how he could go another week like before without it. He felt the thing under him struggling less and less as blood loss took over and the weaker his meal was the stronger he felt. Finally he pulled back when the flow slowed down and his food stopped breathing.
No...not food..the man stopped breathing. He let the man...corpse fall to the ground in a heap and took a few stumbling steps back until he collided with the wall behind him. He'd just....fuck...
He didn't know how to feel. He'd just killed somebody, somebody he'd never met. Yeah Sam assured him that the guy was a real prick but...he'd just killed somebody. And he felt amazing. He felt like he could do anything right now, that nothing could stop him. The mix of joy and guilt were getting to much.
"Sammy?!" he managed to croak out, not knowing what else to do. He kept staring at the corpse, fangs still out and lips and chin coated in blood as he took in deep, unneeded breathes that made his chest burn.