winchester, sam. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_demonbloo908) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-06-14 22:34:00 |
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WHAT: He needs blood. Badly.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: Motel in South Dakota; maybe a couple cities away from where Bobby lives.
RATING: Probably high.
STATUS: Complete.
The spell was slowly becoming permanently embedded into his mind. A few herbs here, a few symbols there, some chanting, a few more ingredients thrown into the mix. Sam was performing the summoning spell a whole lot more often than he had predicted that he ever would. Being with a demon sort of changed that. It was strange to do, but it had some serious uses. If Sam was ever caught in a tight crunch, he could hail Ruby right on over within the hour should he actually have had the proper ingredients on him at the time. That wasn't even a problem now - Sam always had what he needed now that he knew he needed to be ready in case something went down. Tonight was one of those nights where the ingredients had been needed, which was why Sam was sitting Indian-style on the floor of his motel room. There was a patch of symbols drawn across the floor in front of him in a circular position, a few ingredients scattered throughout the symbol, and then a small bowl centered in the middle of it that Sam was currently hunched over, his voice coming out low and quick as he chanted in an ancient language. After a pause, Sam leaned back and reached for the knife that had been sitting beside him. Quickly, as he was in a big old hurry, Sam snatched the knife up and dragged the sharp edge of the blade against his palm. His skin split open instantly, but Sam didn't bother acknowledging the pain. How could he when there was so much good waiting for him once the spell was cast? With a dark, desperate look in his eyes, Sam lifted his hand over the bowl and let a few drops of his blood splatter into it, mouth moving quickly to finish the incantation. One final ingredient was thrown into the bowl along with his blood, immediately creating a bright snap of light and smoke that would have surprised him if it had not been expected.
The summoning spell was done. Sam reached for the cloth he'd folded underneath the knife that he had used to slice his hand open and began to wrap it around his palm over the wound, knowing that Ruby was on her way. Sam needed for her to be on her way. Less than an hour and a half ago, Sam had lapped down the last couple drops of the blood that Ruby had supplied him with when they had seen one another last. Seeing as he was already running high and dry for having tried to hold out before that, Sam was feeling incredibly desperate. He needed her blood. Everything felt...shaky. Weird. He was tired, he was weaker than usual, and even the spell that he'd just cast out wasn't performed with as much focus as Sam usually threw in to make sure that Ruby arrived safely and carefully. Sam looked completely drained. The dark shadows under his eyes, the way he was slowly, heavily, and clumsily wrapping the cloth around his wrist - the blood had done this to him. Sam was beginning to realize that while it made him strong, it also made him weak. He didn't know what to do without it anymore. He couldn't even function...
Fortunately, he'd managed to put that last bit of blood to good use. Sam had enough energy to put into that summoning spell because of it. Ruby was on her way. He'd get his blood. That was all that truly mattered, wasn't it?