"You don't want the world to end?" Jeez, where had he heard that one before? It was like Ruby all over again. Shooting him a wary look, Sam reached for the blood and peered down into the glass. It looked all right. Most people would have cringed and thrust the glass back at this point. What sane person would want to willing take demon blood and pour it down their throat? It was disgusting, disgraceful, wrong. Everything that he stood against. And yet, God, it tasted so good. And the aftermath! The way it made him feel. There was no comparison.
Lifting the glass to his mouth, Sam gulped the blood down greedily without a second thought. Quickly, very quickly, the blood was drained down. Lowering the glass, Sam licked the red from his lips and looked down.
The blood was different. Stronger. He could sense that much. Closing his eyes, Sam leaned back against the counter and inhaled heavily. After a moment, with his eyes screwed shut, Sam muttered, "More. I need more."