Sam Winchester

[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.]