SUMMARY: Sammy has his first girlfriend. Her name is Ruby. And John and Dean can't help but hate her for some reason.

DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL.

WARNING! DARKER STORY!!! Story has blood drinking, non-descriptive and descriptive sex, blood and gore. And lots of hurt Sam, Dean, and John. RAPE in CHAPTER 2 NOTHING GRAPHIC. Some drug use!

I'm Addicted to You

Chapter ONE- Left Behind Again!

Sam was sixteen years old and very upset. He slouched through the new "cabin". His legs ached and his father and Dean had rushed in to the motel room at 4 in the morning. So off they went again. Sam was tired of moving, and that was an understatement. He was tired of being ripped from one school to the next. He was tired of his grades suffering. He was tired of merciless monsters and bullies. He was tired of being alone while his dad and Dean ran off to hunt without him. Like Dean wasn't the same age as he was when he started doing the big hunts with dad. But here they were again. Pulling up into a new town. It was hot. But of course it was hot, it was WickenBurg, Arizona in May. It was already in the 90s as May ended. Sam had just finished school the past week so it was a summer of solitude, heat and hunts. Yay… Dean and his father were going off to look into a possible pack of werewolves so he would be stuck for at least 3 weeks, completely alone. No phones where dad and Dean were going.

"Sam, quit sulking. You have no reason to this time, with school being over." Dean told him.

"Dean, I just wish I could go with you. And if I can't go why not drop me off at Pastor Jim or Bobby's." Sam shot back, as he set his backpack on the ratty bed.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, Sam. Sorry. But dad is the boss. He wants you close just in case."

"Just in case, what Dean? You and dad always act like I'm weak. I'm not good enough. Why?" Sam's voice began to rise.

"The hell if I know, dude! I'm just following dad's orders." Dean growled.

"Oh so no questions asked right? Be the perfect soldier?" Sam scoffed. "We shouldn't have to do everything he says, Dean!"

"I'd rather be a perfect soldier on the front line than a pansy who can't follow any orders correctly." Dean swung around and stomped off. Leaving Sam in the hot one bedroom mobile home.

The roar of the Impala announced Dean's departure and Sam sighed. Another hot, lonely summer seemed to lay before him. Some cash sat on the kitchen table and Sam's duffle was on the couch. The A/C blew nothing but ever so slightly cooler air than what was coming in through an open window. Sweat tickled the back of Sam's neck and he shook his head in annoyance. With a glance at the door, Sam grabbed most of the cash and the key. Time to pick up some groceries and maybe a book… it was going to be a long summer.

The door clicked shut behind him and he began the walk to the store.