[He gives a small nod, firmly, almost as though he's trying to convince himself as he answers. He's barely talked about any of this, because it had been a disaster; he's messed everything up and nearly ended up dead because of it, and Sam had nearly been lost completely. It had been an awful time, but this Sam deserves to know, and to hear it from him.
He just has to figure out how to start.]
When I arrived here, you were already present in the city and had been for a few months. The point in time you came from, you had just drank more demon blood than ever before, as part of a plan to defeat Lucifer once and for all.
I don't know how you were holding off the withdrawal symptoms, but you said that you were, and the point in time I had come from I was essentially mortal. We were living together for a time, until something began to affect you; it may have been the Core or another individual's power, I'm not certain. But it heightened your need for demon blood, I was the only supernatural being from our world you had access to.
[He says it all quietly, methodically, separating himself from the events. It doesn't make sense to him, even now, why this ordeal had been so upsetting after everything he'd gone through in his life, but it had.
He hesitates at this part of the story, trying to figure out how to put the next part. Finally, though, he just lifts his chin slightly, raising a hand to indicate a faint silver scar along the left side of his throat. He can't get rid of it with his grace no matter how hard he tries.]
You drank some of my blood; enough to realize it worked as a substitute for demon blood.
[And this is, unfortunately, only the very beginning of the story.]
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[He gives a small nod, firmly, almost as though he's trying to convince himself as he answers. He's barely talked about any of this, because it had been a disaster; he's messed everything up and nearly ended up dead because of it, and Sam had nearly been lost completely. It had been an awful time, but this Sam deserves to know, and to hear it from him.
He just has to figure out how to start.]
When I arrived here, you were already present in the city and had been for a few months. The point in time you came from, you had just drank more demon blood than ever before, as part of a plan to defeat Lucifer once and for all.
I don't know how you were holding off the withdrawal symptoms, but you said that you were, and the point in time I had come from I was essentially mortal. We were living together for a time, until something began to affect you; it may have been the Core or another individual's power, I'm not certain. But it heightened your need for demon blood, I was the only supernatural being from our world you had access to.
[He says it all quietly, methodically, separating himself from the events. It doesn't make sense to him, even now, why this ordeal had been so upsetting after everything he'd gone through in his life, but it had.
He hesitates at this part of the story, trying to figure out how to put the next part. Finally, though, he just lifts his chin slightly, raising a hand to indicate a faint silver scar along the left side of his throat. He can't get rid of it with his grace no matter how hard he tries.]
You drank some of my blood; enough to realize it worked as a substitute for demon blood.
[And this is, unfortunately, only the very beginning of the story.]