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Bad Whiskey (Part of the Whiskey Series)	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Onyx's Note ::Here's where it starts to get not only more twisted...but rather, nasty. If you're sensitive to Sam going Dark Side, you may not want to read this part of the story. Even though there's another twist on it's way... If you think you can handle Sam, our sweet doe-eyed Sammy, becoming just as scary, if not more so, than when he was possessed by Meg, please feel free to read on...

Viewer Discretion Is Strongly Advised!

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Sam blinks and just glares at her. �What the hell are you goin� on about?�

She just shakes her head, well wobbles it back and forth due to the hold he has on her throat. �You�ve been infected with a demonic virus Sam. And there�s only one way to contract it.� Onyx says, her eyes narrowed, filled with an anger that swells with every moment he keeps her restrained.

Sam tries to think clearly, but finds the ability to do so almost painful. As if he�s drunk on some unseen poison that�s creating a dangerous haze of rage behind his eyes. He would never hurt her, he can feel that in the very marrow of his bones�in fact, he would give his life for hers if the occasion ever revealed itself. So for him to be physically attacking her, to the very edge of considering rape� Sam feels a stabbing jolt of agony behind his left temple causing him to roll off of Onyx until he�s lying on his left side, cradling his head in his hands.

She rolls away from him and gets up onto her hands and knees so she can crawl to the other side of the room, just to get some distance from him. Onyx isn�t thinking about the fact that Sammy seems to have gone dark side on her and is set on raping her. She�s in survival mode, being a Hunter has given her the edge she needs to react to this situation with a cool head. Yes, Sam�s not in the right state of mind. Yes, he has the ability to over power her easily. But she�s got the advantage.

She keeps close to the wall, never taking her eyes off of his form as he lies curled in a fetal position with his back to her. Her eyes flick to her left, just a few paces away where her black duffel currently sits just next to the door to the motel room. Carefully, quietly, she lowers her upper body towards the carpet and leopard crawls towards her bag, being as silent as physically possible despite the constant sting of pain throbbing in her lower jaw.

Sam holds his hands to his head and groans as waves of scolding electricity dance behind his eyes. He struggles to find himself, to regain the man he is as soft whispers continue to ripple through the chaos of his tangled mind. He can hear a small child�s voice whispering to him, telling him to let go�to take what he wants, to bruise and break the skin, to ravage the flesh� Followed by soft waves of giggles echoing in and out of focus just at the edge of his thoughts.

�No!� He snarls suddenly, back arching and lets out an agonized wail as another jab of electricity stabs at his eyes. He can feel as if tiny fingers are flittering just at the edge of his sanity, summoning his rage to come closer, for the untamed beast to open its eyes� To breathe life in empty lungs, fill itself with the taste of her scent�her weakened state. To take what it craves.

Onyx goes rigid when he calls out in pain and senses that if she doesn�t reach her duffel soon, Sam won�t be able to control himself against the sickness swimming through his blood. With as much strength she can summon, she leaps the short distance to her bag and manages to get it open when she feels the energy in the room become very thick�as if a veil of venom has suddenly pushed its way into the motel room and is trying to consume every last ounce of fresh air.

�Shit.� She spats and cringes as she accidentally bites down into the torn flesh on the inside of her cheek. Using the pain to refresh her memory of what Sam did just moments ago, she makes quick work of her search and feels the flesh of her palm slide against the one thing she needs�

But it�s too late.

Onyx is suddenly jerked up onto her feet from behind, two large hands gripping the collar on the back of her shirt and finds herself airborne for a few blurred seconds until her back collides with a thunderous crash against the far wall, just above the bed. Stars swim in her eyes as the back of her skull also makes contact with the hard surface, causing her to go completely limp where she collapses haphazardly onto the mattress like a rag doll.

Focus swollen with hazy light, she lets out a strangled moan as fresh whips of pain trickle the length of her spine, igniting her nerves in a blaze of white hot needles, spearing every fiber of her being with agony. She feels the mattress give as Sam gets onto the bed. She tries to get her body to move, but finds the ability to do so impossible. She feels too heavy, weighted down by some immovable force�that�s when it clicks in her brain and she uses her fleeting energy to open her eyes and focus.

Her body, slowly coming back to itself, is being jerked here and there as Sam uses brute force to tear and rip the fabric of her clothes from her still form. �Sam�please�� Onyx pleads in a mangled voice and feels cool air dancing across her flesh. Her stomach lurches at the feel of his fingernails biting painfully into the exposed patches of skin of her body, where he�s desperate to shred the last pieces of cloth clinging by strings of thread to her aching form. �Don�t do this.� She whispers as true tears of absolute defeat freefall from the corners of her eyes.

�Stop whining, it�s distracting.� Sam sneers, ignoring her pleas and continues to work in a methodical fashion, using as much force as he can muster to get her naked as quickly as possible. �And stop struggling, it�ll just hurt more�� He says and pauses, leans down, grabs a fistful of her hair and jerks her face within kissing distance of his and snarls with a sadistic smile, ��or better yet, please do. The more it hurts, the harder I�ll fuck you.� His voice trails off as he looks into her wide eyes and abruptly lets go of her hair, letting her head plop back onto the mattress so he can finish disrobing her.

Sam has lost the battle with the whispers� The echoing laughter of a child swimming just beyond the intricate weavings of his mind as his body is overwhelmed by a single instinct.

He licks his lips, feeling himself harden at the sight of her beaten form and growls, �God I�m gonna really enjoy this.� Sam�s guttural voice flows into the air as he continues his work. �Seeing you like this�just� Does it for me.�

Onyx can�t let him do this�even if she has no way of truly fighting him off, she has to try. God damn it she has to try! �Not like this.� She hears herself rumble in a husky voice as her weak arms rise and try to reach out to his moving form. More prickles of white fire swell under her skin as he slaps her arms away, sending them back to the surface of the bed where they land with a soft bounce. She tries to sit up, ignoring the blaze of heat in her spine when Sam whips his head around and uses both hands, lying palm flat against her shoulders, to push her violently back down.

A cry flows from her lips as his fingers curl against the flesh of her shoulders, fingernails digging into her skin, leaving little red half moons in their wake. Her body convulses causing her to inadvertently arch her body up against his, her head flying up and forward only to be met with a thundering open palm across the face. The pain is explosive as a flair of white light fills the back of her eyelids as her upper body slumps back onto the hard mattress.

�Thickheaded bitch�� Sam snarls with a maniacal grin on his lips, �guess you need to learn the hard way.�

Her eyes flutter open as a flood of hot copper pools in her mouth and begins flowing from the right corner of her parted lips�a gushing trail of sticky crimson staining the cheap beige motel sheets red. She can feel it slide along the side of her face that�s pressed against the bed, but can�t move to stop it. So she closes her eyes, hoping the blood flow will ease before it reaches her right eye.

�Stupid girl.� Sam snarls in an incredibly deep timber as he finishes removing every last bit of torn cloth from her body. �Aw, much better�� his voice trails off as he licks his lips, his eyes heavy with dangerous lust, �so much flesh�so tender�so easily broken.�

He slides his big hands along her naked thighs, over her knees and down to her ankles, where he begins quickly unlacing her boots, removes them and pulls her socks off. He stops for a moment, his hair dangling in front of his eyes as he cants his head to the side, reveling the sight of her bruised body laid out naked and vulnerable before him. He lets his fingertips travel lightly along the scratches he�s left in her flesh, as though marveling at his own handy work. He grows a dirty smile as some of the scratches well with red, where he purposefully smears the sticky substance along her skin, trailing the blood from one scratch to the other like a madman�s game of connect the dots.

A lump of horror lodges itself in the back of her throat causing her to cough, which only causes more flickers of beestings to erupt in the back of her throbbing skull. Every inch of her skin is on fire, a burning that roars with every press of his fingertips to her battered flesh.

�So Soft�� Sam�s voice snarls just above a whisper as he pauses long enough to remove the clothes from his own body. �Anyone ever tell you, red is your color?� He mutters sadistically while tossing the pieces off to the side in a pile of unwanted obstacles. Body glistening with beads of sweat, he lowers himself above her, just hovering over her like a demon peering down at its new host. He wets his dry lips and tastes the blood from the split in his lip from her ring. It only makes his chest rumble with a deep groan of anticipation. One that causes Onyx to react.

She hears the sound of an animal growling and somehow gains enough control of her neck to turn her head, her pain filled gaze falling on the monster just staring down at her.

Brown waves of hair stick wetly against his forehead as he peers down into her eyes. He can see that she�s defeated�but there�s a soft spark shimmering within the depths of her pupils. A defiance that pulses with its own life, its own strength. Sam wants to eat that life, devour it� He wants to engulf her hope with despair and consume the last of her sanity. To break such a fine specimen� To taste that sticky sweet honey, let it roll along his tongue and slide down his throat� To watch her writhe, hear her beg�watch her tears become red�

�You do this Sam�and you�re no better then that bitch Lilith who killed your brother and sent him screaming to Hell.� Onyx says in a broken voice and feels her throat clench as if she�s been screaming. But she notices a moment of hesitation, so faint that it gives her a little push to keep talking�no matter how bad it gets. �Is this what Dean sold his Soul for?�

A sudden crack is heard as Onyx�s head lolls to the left, blood splattering onto the sheets in a spray of red dots. The agony is a constant pulsing now, but she�s grown accustomed to it�immune. That�s what sets her a part from most of her gender when it comes to being a Hunter� A pain threshold that would impress a demon named Alastair�

She coughs through a faint ripple of harsh giggles and turns her face towards him. �Dean loved you Sammy, enough to sell his Soul for you�� Her words are cut off by another resounding crack across the jaw, this time with a closed fist. She chokes on a mouthful of blood and manages to swallow it before she drowns.

Head aching, jaws throbbing, Onyx faces him again� ��you think he�d be happy to see you beating on your girl? What would Dean do to you if he could see you now?� She lets her words roll away with small blades of resentment tangled at their edges�watching as Sam�s eyes narrow as they slide dangerously through his clouded mind, causing the enraged beast within to roar in pain. �Go ahead Sam� Do what you want� I wonder what your Daddy would do to you, if he could see you now.�

The blow to her face is so hard she can feel a tooth in the back of her mouth crack from the impact of his fist coming down hard enough to break her jaw. Thankfully, her jaw remains unbroken, but the pain would say otherwise. She feels like she�s floating in a black fog, with nothing but the sound of white noise and the inky blackness of unconsciousness to comfort her. But somehow�she remains in her body, alive but barely� Breathing ragged, pulse weak but steady. Unable to let go�unable to give up. Too thickheaded and stubborn to let his sickness devour her. Too much like a Winchester to let this break her.

A humming starts in her ears, foggy, swimming just in the background of the agony swelling in her veins. The humming increases, turning into a high pitched sound� Growing steadily louder, white noise so shrill it hurts to think. She can feel it trying to race through her skin as if she�s being licked by lightening. Her body begins to tremble, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she completely loses control of her motor functions.

A thunderous Boom erupts all around her and she can faintly hear Sam�s strangled cry when she feels his weight leave her body, letting her breathe again.

Within a heartbeat�everything goes black� Letting her broken body slip into the welcoming arms of suspended unconsciousness.

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Sam struggles to get onto his hands and knees after being thrown off the bed like a rag doll by some unseen force. Whatever it was, it was powerful enough to not only throw him across the room, but to blow out every piece of glass within the motel room. The two small windows are completely blown inward, shards of glass spread out along the carpet.

Brain fuzzy with confusion, he glances around the dark room and jumps when he sees the figure of a man appear in the now open doorway. He squints his eyes, trying to focus on the familiar silhouette but is knocked out cold by a nasty blow to the head�

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