The only thing I could do was pace around, as I felt physically fine. But I now understood what happened to me when I got here. Cas placed himself on the edge of the bed, and Sam was in the bathroom, doing his own thing. However, I stopped at the bathroom door, and peered in, seeing him use a washcloth on his neck - as if he was sweating.

"Famine?" Dean asked, his eyes locked onto Cas. Making me snap my attention to Dean.

"Yes," Cas spoke with a mouthful of another burger.

"So, what, this whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death?" Sam raised his voice to make his point heard.

"We should stop it," Cas continued to speak with his mouthful.

"Any great ideas rattling inside that angel brain of yours?" My tone was filled with sarcasm, as he was supposed to guide us. He is older than us all here.

"How did you stop the last horseman you met?" Cas pondered the question to us. I folded my arms over my chest, and leaned against the outer frame of the bathroom door.

"War got his mojo from this ring," Dean explained, heading over to the coat rack, and dug around in his jacket to pull free a ring. He turns back around to show Cas the golden ring we acquired. "And after we cut it off, he just tucked tail and ran. And everybody that was affected, it was like they woke up out of a dream. You think Famine's got a class ring, too?" Dean asks Cas.

"I know he does," he responded, looking down at the now empty bag.

"Well, ok. L-Let's track him down and get to chopping," Dean wanted to get this over and done with. However, my ears picked up a rapid heart beat, and it was only increasing. I turned my head to the right to see Sam, and it was clearly his heart racing. He wiped his face with the cloth, trying to calm himself down. He had his right hand placed on the wall, as he looked intently into the mirror. He seemed like an addict, craving for the next hit. But then, that is what made it click. He was craving demon blood. He was shaking, and trying to get his breathing under control. He no longer could bear to look at himself in the mirror.

"Sam, let's roll," Dean's voice rang out, but Sam didn't move.

"Dean," he spoke his brother's name softly, and controlled his breathing. "I, um... I can't," he manages to push himself from the sink, and comes to the door frame, grunting along the way before leaning on it. "I can't go," he was ashamed to look eyes at Dean.

"What do you mean?" Dean wasn't understanding the concept here.

"I think it got to me, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it," Sam dared not even speak the words.

"Hungry for what?"

"You know," Sam edged him closer to the answer. And that's when Dean's face twisted up in recognition, and a hint of fear.

"Demon blood?" Sam could no longer stare at Dean, and hung his head in shame. "You got to be kidding me," Dean twisted his head from Sam to Cas. "You got to get him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here," Dean was pleading with Cas just to take him away from here.

"It won't work. He's already infected. The hunger is just gonna travel with him," Cas gave the cold hard truth.

"Well, then, what do we do?" Dean raised his voice, as he didn't want to go through this once, and nor did he want Sam too either.

"You go cut that bastard's finger off," Sam states, wanting nothing more for Dean to end this.

"I'll stay with him," I offered, perching off from leaning, and locking eyes with Sam.

"No," he was quick with the draw. "Having you here will only make me crave it more," he was gesturing to my demon blood, coursing through my veins.

"I don't think you would hurt me Sam. But I get it," I nodded my head towards him, understanding where he was coming from. I turned my gaze back to Dean and Cas. "You heard him," I gave a pointed look to them.

"But Dean... Before you go, you better..." Sam exhales sharply, finding the strength to push through the words. "You better lock me down, But good," Sam was insisting on being locked up so he couldn't escape and drink the stuff.

I flowed out my hand, and flexed my index finger down, and a small black cloud of smoke appeared on the finger. Before it faded to reveal a pair of handcuffs, dangling from my index finger. I wiggled my index finger, as Dean came striding across and taking them from me. He and Sam went into the bathroom, and he got comfy before Dean locked his hands behind the sink pipe.

They talked for a moment, but I drowned it out with my own thoughts, at what this could possibly do to me. I've been touched, but yet my symptoms are random. I notice Dean leaves the bathroom, and then shutting the door. We were ready to go. I wanted to make sure Sam was extra safe. So, the wardrobe nearby, I placed my flat hand onto the wood, and pushed. The wardrobe went with ease, and didn't take any strength at all. The wardrobe was now in front of the bathroom door, and would stop Sam from leaving. I hope he remains there, for his own safety...

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Dean dove to the medical center, hoping to see the body. I stayed in the car, and watched for any demon coming. As Cas accompanied Dean inside. However, within no time, they came back - well Dean was the only one that came back. He filled me in on what happened, that a Doctor died, and his soul was still with him so they would be coming for it. I stayed in the back, as I knew Cas would be back.

For a while our eyes were focused on the door of the medical center, and not spoken a word since he told me what happened. Out of nowhere, a bag crunches, alerting us to Cas's presence.

"Are you serious?" Dean couldn't believe Cas got another burger. Cas unfolded the wrapper, and took a bite.

"These make me... Very happy," Cas chuckled through the words, finding eating a burger filled him with joy.

"How many have you had?" I asked the question, pulling myself up to the middle seat, and leaned forward. Just in time to see him take a large bite.

"I lost count," he spoke with food in his mouth. "It's in the low hundreds," Dean let out a low whistle, finding the number high. "What I don't understand is... Where is your hunger, Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean brought his head around to face Cas.

"Well, slowly, but surely, everyone in this town is falling prey to Famine. But so far, you and Abigael seem unaffected," Cas states, but he was so wrong with that. Famine's touch was having an effect on me, but I had no idea what.

"Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight,"

"So... You're saying you're just well-adjusted?" Cas states head turned to lock eyes with Dean.

"God, no. I'm just well-fed," Dean smirked at the end of his comment.

"You and me both," I chuckled, hiding my true pain behind the humor.

"There," Cas's head nodded outside of the Impala window, and Dean and I took our gazes to the entrance of the medical center. To see a man in a black suit walk out of the building, carrying a briefcase. He gets into a black jeep that was pulled up outside. Dean twisted the key and the Impala roared to life, and the engine purred. Dean pushes down on the pedal, and we go, but he makes a u-turn in the road as we begin to follow it.

Dean followed the jeep all the way to Big Gerson's restaurant. He killed the car, and the lights, as we rolled up to the place. It was littered with cars - which would now be abandoned. We came to a stand, and the view of the entrance of the restaurant was in view.

"Demons," Dean stated, as there were two outside, waiting for the soul to arrive. But then the two outside went in. "You want to go over the plan again?" He turned his head to face Cas, who was wrapping up the wrapper of the burger he had. "Hey, happy meal... The plan?," Dean wanted to bring Cas back into reality.

"I take the knife, I go in, I cut off the ring hand of Famine, and I meet you back here in the parking lot," Cas rolled the plan off his lips with ease, gripping onto Ruby's knife tightly.

"Well, that sounds foolproof," Dean remarks, but in the blink of an eye, Cas vanishes from the passenger seat. We watched the place closely, and not even a minute went by.

"This is taking too long," Dean grabs hold of the shotgun, and opens the car door. Which I also did as well, following his lead. To be fair, Cas should have been in and straight out.

I followed Dean to the back entrance of the restaurant, and the place seemed quiet. We crept in, and looked around the kitchen. Dean went first, and turned the corner with the shotgun in his hand, ready to shoot. I could hear the fryer on, and boiling away. Seen enough we saw the chef, top-half of his body in the fryer. My expression turned grimace, as I was disgusted with the scene.

Dean took a few more steps, and peered through the delivery window to see Cas on the ground - appearing to be eating something.

"Cas!" Dean shouts lowly, as I come around him, ready to help Cas. However, I felt a presence behind, and turned in time to see Dean react to a demon. He uses the butt of the shotgun and whacks him in the face. Before I could react, I was grabbed by the nape and thrown through the swinging door, out into the open plan of the diner. I crash into a table, and knock it over. Smashing my head against the floor. I groaned in pain, as I had no time to process it, as I was lifted up by a demon, and he held my hands behind my back, and twisted to make me fall in line.

"Cas," Dean's voice rang in my ringing ears. I shook my head softly, as my eyes rose to meet Famine in his wheelchair, all old and wrinkly.

"The other Mister Winchester, and Abigael," Famine spoke as if he was high and mighty.

"What did you do to him?" Dean asks, wriggling against the hold of the two demons who had him.

"You sicced your dog on me. I just threw him a streak," Famine replied.

"So this is your big trick? Huh? Making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs?" Dean raised his voice.

"Doesn't take much – hardly a push," Famine knew that humans were easy to manipulate. "Oh, America – all you can eat, all the time. Consume, consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet, you're all still starving. Because hunger doesn't just come from the body it also comes from the soul,"

"It's funny, it doesn't seem to be coming from mine," Dean was trying to make light of the situation.

"Yes. I noticed that, and her too," his dull eyes wandered over to me, and it gave me the chills. "Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?"

"I like to think it's because of my strength of character," Dean remarked, but this was no time for jokes.

"I disagree," he states, before locking eyes with me. Famine nodded his head to the demon behind me, and he pushed me forward, still tightly gripped around my wrists. Famine used his electric wheelchair and rolled forward, as the demon held me in place, and Famine stopped inches away. He reaches out with his right hand, and places it on my abdomen. It was like someone stabbing me in the gut, it was painful, as I grunt through the pain.

"I see," he spoke, as I groaned some more, trying to pull away, but I couldn't. "You are one interesting specimen, Miss Adams," the pain in my abdomen subsided as he lowered his hand from it. I reopened my eyes, and met his gaze. "You are touched and yet you crave everything. Revenge for your Mother's death so long ago, you cling onto the rage you felt that day. And the sadness that goes with it. Yet you crave redemption for all the evil deeds you have done. Crave to bear children and grow old, but that will never come,"

"No, stop." tears began to swell in my eyes as my voice sounded broken.

"Forgiveness to those who you've done wrong. Knowledge of the future, and who you truly are. But most of all, deep down you crave... Love... The one thing you never seem to get," tears flowed freely down my cheeks, as what he spoke was the truth, and I just buried it so deep, that I just wanted to forget. "You are broken beyond repair my dear, and you will stay that way," he spat the words out at me, and I just crumbled into the demon's hold. Barely, having enough strength to stand.

Suddenly, I was pulled to the side, and Famine rode over to Dean, as it was now his turn to get a reading. Famine placed his right hand onto Dean's abdomen. Dean tried to pull away, but couldn't.

"Yes. I see," Famine states, before chuckling to himself. "That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean," Famine lowered his hand, and the pain on Dean's face subsided. "Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex," he laughed through the words.

"Oh, you're so full of crap," Dean didn't want to believe, but on some level he did.

"Oh, you can smirk and joke, and lie to your brother, lie to Abigael, lie to yourself. But you can't lie to me!" Famine raised his voice. "I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are. How defeated. You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... Keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already... Dead," I could see it on Dean's face, that what Famine had spoken was the truth.

"Let them go," Sam's voice echoed from behind, making me snap my head to the right to see him. The color drained from my cheeks, as I noticed the blood around his mouth, and down his chin - dried of course. Famine had turned in his chair, and faced Sam. The energy I felt raiding off of him was like before, but much higher.

"Sam,"

"Sammy, no," Dean finally clicked and noticed the blood, and the intake of it. The demon bodyguard shifted forward, ready to attack Sam.

"Stop!" Famine ordered, and the demons complied with his wish. "No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy... Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you,"

"You sent?" Sam twisted his face in confusion.

"Don't worry. You're not like everyone else. You'll never die from drinking too much. You're the exception that proves the rule. Just the way Satan wanted you to be," Famine explained as if this was supposed to happen all along. "So... Cut their throats. Have at them!" Famine raised his hands up, offering the demons to Sam.

"Sammy, no," Dean pleaded with his brother, not wanting him to ingest anymore demon blood.

"Plese, be my guest," the air was filled with tension, as Sam's eyes flicked between the demons. After a moment, Sam raises up his right hand, and closes his eyes to focus. Suddenly, the demons in the room straightened up, and black smoke poured from their mouths. The demon that held me, loosened his grip, and I was freed, but I leaned back onto the table. The demons choked and gagged, as the black smoke poured to the ground, creating a pool effect. One by one the demons dropped, ceasing to be bound to their hosts. Sam reopened his eyes and stared at Famine, who was clearly not pleased.

"No," he resisted the urge to consume more demon blood.

"Well, fine... If you don't want them... Then I'll have them," Famine inhaled, and arched up in his chair, and mouth wide open. He used his right hand and waved it inward, and the black smoke of the demons began to flow through the air and into Famine. He was consuming their souls, to fill him. It was kind of gross.

Once he consumed the demons, his mouth snapped shut. Sam decided to take a few steps forward, his eyes never leaving Famine. He raised his hand once again, and tried to expel Famine.

"I'm a Horseman, Sam. Your power doesn't work on me," Famine was smug, and laughed at his attempt.

"You're right. But it will work on them," Sam toned turned dark, and husky, as he lowered his hand a bit to aim for the demons in Famine's stomach. He clutches his hand into a fist, and Famine begins to squirm in his wheelchair. Feeling the effects Sam was doing to the demons Famine consumed. All I could do was watch amazed at his strength, and his will to abstain from demon blood. I noticed his left nostril began to produce blood, as it dripped down his face.

With one final push, the demon's Famine consumed burst and spread across the room, it was like a dust cloud and Famine went limp in the chair. The hold he had over the town, and us quickly vanished. Cas stopped chowing down on red meat, and I could feel this cloud inside fade. My eyes landed back to Sam, who was breathing heavily, and he had this look in his eyes.

"Sam," my voice was soft, and I stepped forward but Dean stepped closer to me. I could feel his hand brush against my arm, and I know he didn't want me to get any closer to Sam. I glared at Dean, seeing the hurt on his face. As he did not want this for his brother. But there was nothing he could do about it now. Sam flicked his eyes between Dean and I, but he didn't know where to put them.

I gave Dean a look - one that assured him that I was not in any harm. I pulled away and walked through the scattered demon bodies. Within seconds, I came across Sam who dared not lock eyes with me.

"Look at me Sam," my voice was gentle, but he turned his head to lock eyes with me. The blood trickled down his chin. "You are not to blame for this. Just know that... And what comes next will be difficult," the process to detox him from the demon blood will be long, and will take a toll on him physically and mentally...

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