The boy had refused to leave? Sam anxiously ran a hand through his dark hair, his other hand going to the backpack slung across his shoulder. It was stocked with supplies. Rock salt, holy water - nothing he needed in a room as secure as his own. Sam dropped it on the table and flopped down into the chair beside it. "I can see how that would be a problem. The only way you can drag a kid away from a 'superhero' they love is kicking and screaming." Most of the time. Sam got the feeling that the boy would have gone running to Jacen before Sunshine would have had the chance to make out an escape for either of them. So what now? Sam couldn't very well go marching through the front door with demands that Jacen let the boy come with himself and Sunshine, could he? He could recall seeing a conversation with him in the boards about the boy - Jacen didn't seem to want to be responsible for him - maybe that was something that he could use to his advantage. Offer to take him somewhere where there were people more willing to take care of him. It was certainly as good a start as any.
"If Jacen is Jacen, I don't think he'll be too much trouble. We'll see if we can talk some sense in him." If not, Sam had his shotgun. Whether or not he was a demon (or a potential, not-demon?) didn't matter. The rock salt rounds would hurt like a bitch if he shot him with them. That was, if Sam could shoot him with them. They'd have to put Sam's skill as a hunter up against Jacen's speed to the test if came to that. Sam was really hoping that it wouldn't. Sam knew that the man was incredibly powerful. The last thing he needed to do was go and piss him off. "We'll tell him there's a safer place not too far form here with far more people willing to keep an eye on the boy. If Jacen is himself, he wouldn't want to worry himself with children." At least Sam didn't think so.
The water from the sink was still running. It was distracting enough for Sam to stand up again and make his way over to where Sunshine was standing. "Are you okay?" It was only when Sam got halfway across the room that he was able to smell it. It was kind of a descriptive scent, something that you definitely couldn't forget when exposed to it as much as he had been. Hunting was a bloody, dangerous type of job. Same knew blood. In all kinds of ways too. "Hey," Sam started, moving for the bathroom light. "Are you hurt? I've got medical supplies in my -" The light went on. The first thing Sam saw was her blood. It was trickling down her arm and into the sink, bleeding it's way down the drainpipe. The second thing? Sunshine's eyes.
They were black.
"How -" Sam's eyes went to her arm again. She wasn't possessed. People weren't really possessed. That was what Castiel had said. And by all logic, Sam should have known that to be true. Sunshine had gotten in past the salt lines and traps, hadn't she? So why, in that moment, was Sam thoroughly convinced that the only reasonable thing to do was jump on her and drain that blood right out of her arm? He bit down hard on his lip, every muscle in his body tensing. Demon blood. It had been so long since he'd had a taste.