the first kill [for whatheneeds

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[Sam kept his word. After pulling up some stuff on vampires for Dean to read (which would hopefully keep him focused and not rushing out to feed... Sam had been desperate for a distraction to discourage that), he went to finding someone... guilty enough to feed on.

Sam hadn't wanted that job, hated it, but he eventually found someone with enough crimes under their belt that was close by. It had taken way longer than he'd hoped and he'd been more worried Dean would rush out and find the nearest person, guilty or not, to sate that hunger. He'd managed to keep his brother with him though, managed to keep his eye on him.

Their guy was all kinds of disgusting; a sex offender, picked up for various types of assaults and had a whole list of other crap to his name but somehow he was out and walking around still. Just their luck the guy walked back to his crappy apartment alone most every night and even luckier, there were plenty of places out of the way to drag him off to. It'd be easy.

Sam agreed to stand watch while Dean took care of his feeding. He couldn't... do it with him. He couldn't be the one doing the feeding even if he craved it, not yet anyway. Maybe next time. He was feeling crappy enough playing the guy's executioner, even if he was guilty as sin. These were still people they were feeding on.

God, maybe they were better off offing themselves or tracking Dad down to take care of business.

But that wasn't a thought he should be entertaining right now, not after he got Dean into this mess by being selfish and too scared to face this shit alone. He'd promised Dean he'd keep alive, so... he was kind of stuck.

Sam stood just outside the alley, arms crossed and watching for anyone coming by. Those Jedi mind tricks would come in handy, probably. Sam didn't actually want a fight with anybody if they got curious about what was going on just behind him in the dark.]

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Dean thought it should have been harder.

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.