Title: "SPN - Drabble/Ficlet 02"
Author: Hecate
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Pairing, Character: Jo/Possessed!Sam
Summary: I've been looking at the sky/'Cause it's gettin' me high
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money made.
Note: Unbetaed.

She hates Sam´s body during the first days she has control of it. It is the first one she could truly take over, her vehicle to stay away from hell for a while, and the best mind fuck she could imagine, but once she is inside of him she hates it.

She needs it to see the sky again, to feel high because she wanders on grass and streets instead through fire. Because she can raise her middle finger to the heavens and smile. She is back and the world just doesn´t know what is coming for it.

Still, she hates the size of her new body, the long limbs, the big hands, strong but graceless. Hates his voice, his smile, his fucking puppy dog eyes. Then she kills that hunter, kicking him around for fun until she slits his throat and she gets it.

Sam´s body is made for this. Is made for smiling, holding a weapon behind the back. For lying with this sweet little twinkle of a grin and his so very honest voice. It is made to hurt everybody around them, her and him, and he screams without a sound as she plays Dean and Jo.

And then she plays with them, Jo´s body warm and fragile, and she loves that, the contrast between her new size, her strength, and Jo. Such a little hunter and she could break that girl so easily, break every single bone and she considers it for a moment, enjoys the very idea, before she discards it. There are more hunters out there and she can kill all of them, make them see Sammy before they see her. Jo, Jo is for something else entirely.

She ties Jo up, stroking over soft skin, still unmarked by her hunts. Unclaimed, and she smiles at that, pulling harder at the rope before she leans down, licking over Jo´s neck, biting down hard. There´s blood and broken skin then, a scar in the making, and she grins to herself.

Jo wakes, confused, and she pulls away from her prey. It´s playtime and she enjoys it, dancing around Jo, singing the truth as a lullaby and twirling a knife in her hands.

Jo almost knows it´s not Sam but isn´t certain enough and that´s good, it makes the whole thing even more interesting and she falls in love with Sam´s body right then and there. This is what it is made for, too.

She wonders briefly, with the knife in her/Sam´s hand, if she could make Jo scream. But Jo glares at her, anger, pride and pain; and she knows that a knife and two fists won´t do the trick.

She remembers then, she´s got a cock now.