He was resisting. To the best of his ability, Sam was fighting against the unbalanced desire that was begging him to give in. It was no easy feat, but the way he was holding up now was surprisingly more well handled than he had ever imagined himself capable. He could do this. All he had to do was keep on. He had to remember that he was stronger than the blood. He was -
Suddenly, someone was grabbing him by the beck of his neck. There was a struggle before Sam's mouth connected to the side of the demon's throat, blood painting itself onto his lips. Warm and sticky, it felt so familiar and wonderful to be so close to again. He nearly opened his mouth and started sucking the blood down right then and there.
Sam had a point to prove. Not to Jacen. Not to his family and friends. Not even to Eve. He was not a monster. And he was going to prove that to no one but himself.
He would not drink the blood. No matter how furious that hunger inside of him was clawing at his insides, Sam wouldn't give in. Mouth pressed closed tightly, Sam strained against the hold at the back of his neck. He wasn't a monster. He had a choice and he was, for the first time in a long while, making the right one.