Sam gripped at the steering wheel and closed his eyes with a groan. That description was making his mouth water. He needed it. Needed. He wouldn't survive without it, he was weak right now. Why the fuck were the Powers screwing with them like this? With HIM? What the hell did he do to deserve this?
"I know." Jaw clenched, Sam revved up the engine. "Let's not talk about blood anymore." He was already having trouble coping with his lack of a source as it were.
Sam pulled the car out onto the road. "I'm thinking," he responded, eying his phone. "Be quiet."