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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 17, 2016 22:52:49 GMT -5

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ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE FOURTEEN.

To be a hunter, you really really really could not have a weak stomach. That much Dean was sure of as he was shown the two victims' bodies at the coroner's office. He and Sam were in town, investigating a couple that had apparently eaten each other to death. The contents of their stomachs were nothing but flesh. Human flesh. Dean stared.

"Wow."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 17, 2016 23:22:14 GMT -5

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"So you were the one to find the bodies?" Sam watched Alice's roommate pack up Alice's room, waiting for an answer. She took a few minutes to collect herself before delivering one. "There was blood everywhere...and... other stuff...I think Alice was already dead." "But Russell wasn't" Sam wondered curiously. Alice's roommate picked up a stuffed teddy bear and played with its ear. "I think he was, mostly, except... he was still sort of...chewing a little." Sam kept his expression carefully neutral. "Oh." "How do two people even do that" Alice's roommate demanded, looking sad and bewildered. "Eat each other to death?" "That's a really good question" Sam admitted without having a really good answer to go along with it. So he asked a question of his own. "Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?" Alice's roommate frowned uncertainly. "How do you mean?" "I mean, did she seem...unusually hostile, aggressive" Sam clarified, listing them off. Alice's roommate shook her head immediately with a sad, yet confident smile. "No way. Alice never drank, never did drugs, never even swore. She was a nice girl. And I'm talking, like, a NICE girl." There was a pause and then when Sam didn't seem to be following, the roommate added, "like she still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean." Now Sam was following. "She was a virgin" he asked just to double check.

"No premarital." Alice's roommate nodded, looking half impressed and half belittling. "I used to wonder how she did it." She hesitated and then fixed her comment. "I mean, you know, didn't do it." With a single tear building in her eye, she set the bear in an almost full box. "It was her first date in months. She was so excited." Sam smiled tightly.

"Apparently they were both pretty excited."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 18, 2016 21:13:21 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 18, 2016 21:13:21 GMT -5

Dean lay propped up by pillows on his bed in the motel room. "How'd it go" he wanted to know, looking up when Sam pushed through the door, juggling a fast food bag and two cups of soda. "Um...No EMF, no sulfur" Sam listed off, setting the bag and cups on the table. "Ghost and demonic possession are both probably out." "Huh. That's where I was putting my money" Dean admitted. Sam shook his head. "Nope." Dean massaged his temples, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. "Well, then what, then" he challenged, giving Sam no time to answer before changing the subject abruptly. "Oh, dude! At the coroner's-- you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a- and they just... kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like - like...Thanksgiving-dinner full." He shuddered. "Talk about co-dependent."

"Well...I mean, we got our feelers out." Sam shrugged indifferently, taking a seat at the table. "Not much more we can do tonight." He spread out some pages in front of him. "So I'm just gonna go through some files. You can go ahead and get going." Dean blinked. "Sorry?" "Go ahead." Sam chuckled, waving one hand towards the door. "Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning." Dean wasn't following. "Where am I going??" "Dean, it's Valentine's day" Sam reminded him, staring pointedly. "Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?" "Oh." Dean gave a bland smile. "Yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know." He shrugged without much conviction. "Guess I'm not feeling it this year." "So..." Sam dragged out the first word, watching his brother closely. "You're not into bars full of lonely women?" This was basically Dean's comfort zone and had been for quite some time so Dean could understand why Sam was looking surprised. He shrugged again. "Nah, I guess not." Rising and heading for the table, he noticed the expression on Sam's face. "What?" "It's when a dog doesn't eat" Sam pointed out, half teasingly, half seriously. "That's when you know something's really wrong." "Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted" Dean deadpanned, settling into the seat opposite his brother. "Nothing's wrong" he added irritably.

"Now we gonna work or what?"

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 18, 2016 22:00:17 GMT -5

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The next day found the boys at the coroner's office, two new bodies having arrived. As they wandered the hallways, Dean leading Sam to the coroner's office he'd visited the previous day, they were passed by a bald man in a suit, carrying a briefcase. Sam's head came up, sort of sniffing at the air like a dog. There was an odd smell to the man, but beyond that, there was a soft thudding in Sam's ears that he knew he'd felt before but couldn't quite place. Dean looked his way. "You ok?" "Yeah." Sam adjusted his tie, pulling his attention away from the retreating man. "I'm fine."

Dean pushed open the coroner's office door, waving to the chubby man across the room who was in the process of taking off his white doctor's lab coat and hanging it up. "Agent Marley, you just can't stay away" he greeted Dean with a smile. "Heard you tagged another double suicide." Dean gestured at the two sheet-covered corpses. "I did" he confirmed, nodding. "Just finished closing them up." Dean gestured over his shoulder to Sam. "Dr. Corman, this is my partner, special agent Cliff." Sam held out his hand to shake the coroner's professionally. "Agent Cliff" Dr. Corman greeted before addressing both of them. "I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples." "Great." Sam inclined his head at the sheets. "You mind if we take a look at the bodies?" "Not at all." Dr. Corman waved his hand permissively at the bodies, then reached for the refrigerator door. "But like I said -their..." He opened the door, revealing several labeled tuperware containers. "...good-and-plenties are already tupperwared." He closed the refrigerator and reached for his hat on the rack by the door. "Leave the keys with Marty up front" he instructed, placing the hat on his head. "And please, gentlemen...refrigerate after opening..." With that said, he left the boys to their work.

Sam snapped on a pair of latex gloves and pulled one of the many plastic containers towards him. "Hey." Sitting beside him, Dean pushed one of the two hearts in Sam's direction, grinning. "Be my valentine." Saying nothing, Sam rolled his eyes, pulling the second heart free of its container and lifting it to eye level, squinting. There was some kind of small marking on the heart that he'd originally thought might be just a hereditary birth defect or abnormality but when Dean had been shoving the other heart in his face, he'd noticed something similar. And the victims weren't related. So it wasn't hereditary. Sam took one heart in each hand, studying them carefully. "Wait a second." He voiced his observations. "These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter. Like..." He put the hearts down, groaning.

"Oh, no."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 0:02:10 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 0:02:10 GMT -5

Dean frowned curiously, peering over his brother's shoulder at the hearts. "What?" Sam's shoulders slumped. "I think it's Enochian." "You mean like angel scratches" Dean clarified, lifting an eyebrow. "So you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?" "I don't know Dean." Sam pushed away the hearts, looking uncertain. Nodding grimly and pulling out his phone, Dean jabbed the third speed dial digit. "Cas, it's Dean." He identified himself before the angel had even said hello. "Where are you" he wanted to know. "Room 31-c, basement level...St. James medical center" Dean supplied. He'd barely finished the final word when Castiel was standing across from him, holding his phone to his ear. "I'm there now" he announced unnecessarily, still talking into his phone. "Yeah, I get that" Dean deadpanned, his expression unchanging. Castiel stared back awkwardly for a few seconds. "I'm going to hang up now" he finally declared. Both of them closed their phones at the same time, Dean sliding his into an inner jacket pocket while Sam explained his theory for Castiel's benefit. "You're right, Sam." Castiel lifted the hearts, taking a quick glance at each. "These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well." "So, what are they" Sam wanted to know. "I mean, what do they mean?" "It's a mark of union" Castiel explained, putting the hearts back into their containers. "This man and woman were intended to mate." Dean nodded, considering this. "Okay, but who put them there?" "Well, your people call them "Cupid"." Sam and Dean exchanged a look, speaking in unison. "Cupid??"

"What human myth has mistaken for "Cupid" is actually a lower order of angel" Castiel elaborated patiently. "Technically it's a cherub, third-class. There are dozens of them, all over the world." "You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers" Dean couldn't help asking incredulously. Castiel stared at him blankly. "They're not incontinent." Dean honestly had nothing to say in response to that. Fortunately, Sam stepped back in. "Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying--" "What I'm saying is a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him" Castiel finished intensely. "Before he kills again." Sam smiled faintly. "Naturally." Dean made a face.

"Of course we do."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 9:39:22 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 9:39:22 GMT -5

Castiel brought the boys to a restaurant in town. He ordered a salad, as usual, and Dean, as usual, ordered a cheeseburger and fries. Castiel ordered nothing. "So, what, you just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place" Dean wanted to know while they waited for their food. "This place is a nexus of human reproduction" Castiel explained, pausing as the waitress delivered their orders. Sam speared some lettuce on his fork. Dean opened the bun and squirted some ketchup onto the burger. "It's exactly the kind of..." Castiel was looking distractedly...almost longingly...at the burger as Dean placed the bun back on top and picked it up. "Cas" Sam prompted and the angel finished his thought. "...of garden the Cupid will come to-- to pollinate." Sam glanced around, taking in their surroundings with contemplation. There definitely did seem to be a lot of couples there tonight, any one of which would make a good target for Cupid's arrow.

Sam's gaze was redirected front when Dean sighed and put his untouched burger back on the plate. "Wait a minute." He stared openly. "You're not hungry?" For basically their entire lives, Dean had ALWAYS been hungry. "No." He must have picked up on Sam's expression because he shrugged defensively. "What?? I'm just not hungry!" Sam narrowed his eyes in concern but before he could say anything else, Castiel was reaching across the table. "Then you're not gonna finish that?" He didn't wait for an answer, simply taking the burger and biting into it with a look of blissful content.

There was a slight gust of air and Castiel put the burger down, swallowing his first bite. "He's here." "Where?" Sam twisted his neck around, scanning the room. "I don't see anything." "Meet me in the back" was all that was said in response, Castiel vanishing from sight promptly. So the boys scampered from their seats, rushing to the alley behind the restaurant where they found Castiel with one hand up, but no one else. "Cas where is he" Sam wanted to know, looking around curiously. "I have him tethered" Castiel explained before chanting in Enochian. "Zoda kama mahrana." He lowered his hand. "Manifest yourself." Nothing happened.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and it was Dean who finally asked the shared question. "So...where is he?" "Here I am!" The voice was sudden and unexpected, coming from directly behind Dean as a chubby naked guy enveloped him in a hug, lifting him off the ground. "Help" Dean cried out, swinging his legs, trying to get a foothold. "Oh, help is on the way" Cupid informed him cheerily. "Yes, it is. Yes, it is. Yes it...Hello, you!" He dropped Dean like a hot potato, snatching up Castiel instead. "THIS is Cupid" Dean clarified incredulously. Castiel, squished in the hug, merely nodded. "And look at you, huh?" Cupid released Castiel, making his way towards the panicked Sam who took a step backwards and then turned to try and get away.

"No."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 10:24:26 GMT -5

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Before Sam could get two steps, Cupid was reappearing directly in front of him, catching up in a hug. "Yes, Yes, Yes" he cheered, squeezing tightly. "Is this a fight?" Dean turned anxiously to Castiel, uncertain of what to do. "Are we in a fight?" "This is... Their handshake" Castiel explained as Cupid put Sam down. Dean made a face. "I don't like it." "No one likes it" Castiel assured him. Cupid turned a beaming face on the three of them. "So what can I do for you?" "Why are you doing this" Castiel demanded immediately in a short tone. Cupid went right on smiling. "Doing what?" "Your targets-- the ones you've marked--They're slaughtering each other" Castiel elaborated and for the first time, the smile fell right off of Cupid's face. "What?? They are?" "Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay" Dean accused sharply, being very careful to keep his eyes at Cupid's chin level and above. "We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!" Castiel finished the accusation. "What we don't know is why." Cupid's lower lip trembled. "You think that I--Well, uh...I don't know what to say." He turned his back on them, holding his face in his hands, and began to sob.

"Should...Should somebody maybe... go talk to him" Sam suggested hesitantly after a minute. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Dean clapped Castiel on the shoulder encouragingly. "Give 'em hell, Cas." Castiel looked at the brothers for a minute, then approached the Cupid, touching his shoulder in an awkward pat. "Um... look. We didn't mean to, um...hurt your feelings." He turned back to the boys, probably to gauge how he was doing, and when he'd turned back around to face the Cupid, he threw his arms around Castiel in another tight embrace. "Love is more than a word to me, you know" he explained through his tears. "I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!" "Yes, yes. Of course." Castiel gave Cupid another awkward pat on the back, finally admitting, "I, uh...I have no idea what you're saying." "I was just on my appointed rounds" Cupid jabbered on, letting go of Castiel and taking a step back. "Whatever my targets do after that that's nothing to do with me. I- I was just following my orders." Struck with sudden inspiration, Cupid got right back up in Castiel's face eagerly. "Please brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see." Dean watched from a distance as Castiel placed two fingers to Cupid's forehead, concentrating. After a few seconds, he lowered his hand and turned to face the brothers. "He's telling the truth." "Jiminy Christmas." Cupid's shoulders sagged with relief, a smile gracing his features once more. "Thank you." "Wait, wait, you said--You said you were just following orders" Dean interjected, joining the conversation. "Whose orders?" "Whose orders" Cupid repeated with wide eyes, looking as though this should be the most obvious thing in the world. "Heaven's silly. Heaven." Dean frowned. "Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" It seemed like maybe there were more important things the guys upstairs could be worrying about. "Oh, mostly they don't" Cupid agreed. "But you know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies." His eyes lit up, gesturing between Dean and Sam. "Oh, like yours." The boys exchanged a baffled look. "What??"

"Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester--VERY big deal upstairs, top priority arrangement" Cupid clarified, nodding serenely. "Are you saying you fixed up our parents" Dean demanded, feeling sort of thrown off balance by this whole conversation. "Well, not me" Cupid corrected. "But... Yeah. And it wasn't easy, either from what I heard. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them--Perfect couple." He beamed proudly. "Perfect" Dean echoed in disbelief. Cupid nodded. "Yeah." "They're dead!" The word echoed harshly through the alley. Cupid's smile faltered. "I'm sorry, but... the orders were very clear." He inclined his head at the brothers. "You and Sam needed to be born. So your parents were just, uh...meant to be." He began to sing. "A match made in heaven- heaven!" Out of nowhere, Dean's fist came flying in, landing a solid right hook to Cupid's jaw. Feeling sort of like he'd just punched a brick wall, Dean flexed his fist, wincing. "Son of a bitch!" Cupid was nowhere to be seen. "Where is he??" Dean rounded on Castiel. "Where'd he go??" "I believe you upset him" Castiel pointed out calmly. Dean stared in outrage. "I upset HIM??"

"Dean. Enough!" Sam planted himself in front of the older Winchester to get his attention. "What" Dean snapped irritably, clenching and flexing his fist a few more times. "You just punched a cupid" Sam cried in exasperation. "I punched a dick" Dean corrected sharply. Sam let out a frustrated sigh. "Um...Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately or not?" Feeling a muscle tick in his jaw, Dean turned to leave.

"Or not."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 15:22:49 GMT -5

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A few hours later Sam was on his way alone to the coroner's office, giving Dean a little while on his own to cool off. "You said you wanted to hear about any other weird ones" Dr. Corman reminded Sam upon his arrival, gesturing to another sheet-covered body on the table. "Ok." Sam nodded, giving Dr. Corman permission to expand upon that. So the coroner lowered the sheet, revealing a man whose stomach was bloated and horribly disfigured. "Lester Finch" Dr. Corman introduced. "Pulled his records. Looks like this gentleman used to weigh 400 pounds or so, till he got a gastric bypass, which brought down his weight considerably. But then for some reason, last night, he decided to go on a twinkie binge." "So..." Sam raised an eyebrow. "He died from a twinkie binge?" There was a new one.

"Well, after he blew out the band around his stomach, he filled it up till it burst" Dr. Corman explained, looking a little queasy. "When he could no longer swallow, he started jamming the cakes down his gullet with a...with a toilet brush, like he was ramrodding a cannon." "So what do you make of it" Sam questioned, eyeing the corpse. "I'd say that it was a very peculiar thing to do..." was Dr. Corman's not very helpful answer, as he pulled a flash from his pocket and took a long swig. Sam smiled tightly. "Thank you."
~~~

Five minutes later, while crossing the hospital's parking lot, Sam spoke into his phone. "Hey. So, uh, this guy was not marked by Cupid, but his death is definitely suspicious." "Yeah, well, I just went through the police blotter" Dean returned, most of the edginess seeming to have evaporated from his tone since Sam had last talked to him. "And counting him, that's eight suicides since Wednesday and 19 ODs-- That's way out of the seasonal batting average." "Yeah, if there's a pattern here, it ain't just love" Sam agreed, a dull thumping noise beginning to obscure his hearing. "It's a hell of a lot bigger than we thought." "Yeah, all right. I'll see you in 10." They both hung up. The pounding was getting louder. Sam pocketed his phone, then rubbed at his forehead as though he was getting a headache. Across the parking lot, he noticed the same bald man in a black suit carrying a briefcase that he'd noticed earlier. And the pounding in his ears, like earlier, reminded him of a sensation he'd had before. But this time, for some reason, he could place it. It was the same feeling he'd gotten when he'd been pounding back the demon blood. It had heightened his senses, especially around demons so that he was able to hear their heartbeats and smell their blood. And even though he hadn't touched the stuff in months and months, those heightened senses seemed to be returning. He was nearly 100% positive the man he was now following down a side alley was a demon.

Catching up to him wasn't really a problem as the demon seemed to be totally unaware he was being followed. Springing forward, Sam pinned the demon to the side of the alley, pressing Ruby's knife to its throat. "I know what you are" Sam growled, knicking him on the cheek with the blade. "I could smell you." The cut immediately sizzled and burned, proving his point. "Winchester" the demon growled. The two of them grappled for a minute, Sam able to inflict another cut, this time on the demon's palm, forcing him to drop the briefcase, before the demon scurried off, conceding the fight to Sam. Sam felt his gaze being pulled downwards, watching the thick scarlet blood dripping rhythmically from the tip of the blade to the ground. It was calling out to him. Quickly, with shaking fingers, Sam wiped the blade on his jacket sleeve, removing the temptation.

For now.

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 16:47:21 GMT -5

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Dean stared at the briefcase. "What the hell's a demon got to do with this?" "Believe me, I got no idea" Sam assured him in a tight voice, appearing to be taking very controlled, measured breaths. Dean twitched an eyebrow. "You ok?" "Yeah, yeah, I'll be alright" Sam promised, letting out a slow, deep breath, eyes on the briefcase. "Let's crack her open" Dean suggested, smiling wryly at his next comment. "What's the worst that could happen, right?" Without waiting for a response to the very rhetorical question, Dean snapped open the two briefcase clasps and lifted its lid. A sun-like bright white light shot forth, nearly blinding them both. "Whoa!" Sam put up both hands to shield his eyes, Dean lifted an arm to do the same. "What the hell was that" Dean wondered aloud, lowering his arm as the light faded away. "It's a human soul." Castiel was standing behind them suddenly, holding a paper take out bag from a nearby burger joint in one hand, the burger that had once been in it in his other hand. He swallowed the mouthful that he'd spoken through. "It's starting to make sense." He took another bite. "Now, what about THAT makes sense" Sam challenged, pointing to the empty briefcase. "And when did you start eating" Dean added, eyes on the angel rather than the briefcase.

"Exactly." Castiel took another bite before finishing the previous one, continuing to speak through a mouthful of meat. "My hunger-- it's a clue, actually." The boys looked at each other and then back to Castiel. "For what??" "This town is not suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect" Castiel explained, swallowing and immediately taking another bite. "It's suffering from hunger. Starvation, to be exact--Specifically...famine." "Famine" Sam echoed with wide eyes. "As- as in the horseman?" "Great." Dean threw up his hands. "That's just freaking great." They'd already dealt with one horseman who hadn't been the most pleasant of sorts. He was not in the mood to tangle with another. Sam held up one hand, backtracking. "Wait. I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food." "Yes. Absolutely" Castiel agreed, chewing ravenously. "But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something--Sex, attention, drugs, love..." Dean nodded understandingly. "Well, that explains the puppy-lovers that Cupid shot up." "Right." Castiel popped the rest of the burger into his mouth. "The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it." "Okay, but what about you?" Dean gestured at the paper bag. "I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?" "It's my vessel-- Jimmy" Castiel explained, looking into the bag for another burger and appearing upset to find nothing. "His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect." Dean closed the briefcase. "So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?"

Castiel lifted his gaze from the bag, speaking somberly as though reciting from something. "And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty...and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air." Castiel crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the room's only trashcan. "Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims." "So that's what was in the briefcase" Dean realized. "Twinkie dude's soul." Castiel nodded, and then expanded upon that. "Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine, to feed him, make certain he'll be ready." Sam, who'd been quiet for awhile, finally spoke up. "Ready for what?" "To march across the land." With that very ominous statement delivered, Castiel vanished.

Only to reappear about five minutes later with a new paper take out bag in one hand. Sam had disappeared into the bathroom and the sink water could be heard running faintly in the background. Dean eyed Castiel, continuing their conversation where it had left off. "So, what, this whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death?" Castiel unwrapped the burger eagerly. "We should stop it." "Yeah, that's a great idea" Dean deadpanned with heavy sarcasm attached. "How?" Castiel chomped into the burger, barely paying attention to Dean at this point. "Well how did you stop the last horseman you faced?" "War got his mojo from his ring" Dean explained, remembering. "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?" "I know he does." Castiel was half done with the newest burger already. "Well, okay." Dean clapped his hands together, gearing up. "Let's track him down and get to chopping." "Yeah..." Castiel eyed his burger as though he wasn't overjoyed with the prospect of leaving it. Dean rolled his eyes.

"What are you, the Hamburglar?"

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 18:06:53 GMT -5

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In the bathroom, Sam was gripping the edge of the sink with one hand, using his other hand to pat the back of his neck with a damp rag. The shakes and pounding were only getting worse. He felt as dried out and withdrawn as he had back when he'd been hitting rough spots when Ruby wouldn't answer her phone or replenish his supply. It wasn't fair. He'd been good. Clean. Then Famine makes an appearance and he'd never wanted anything more than he wanted a refreshing mouthful of demon blood at that very second.

From the other room, he could hear the tail end of Dean and Castiel's conversation. "I've developed a taste for ground beef" Castiel was saying defensively. "Well have you even tried to stop it" Dean challenged. "I'm an angel" was the haughty reply. "I can stop anytime I want." Sam wrung out the cloth, then added some more cold water and reapplied it to his neck. "Whatever" he heard Dean scoff. "Sam let's roll." "Dean...I, um...I can't." Sam made his way to the bathroom door, his face devoid of color, his legs rubbery. "I can't go." Dean furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" "I think it got to me, Dean." Sam could feel beads of sweat breaking out all over his forehead despite the cool cloth. "I think I'm hungry for it..." "Demon blood" Dean clarified, looking horrified. The wince Sam pulled was enough of a confirmation for him and after a frustrated exclamation of, "you gotta be kidding me" he rounded on Castiel. "You got to get him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here." "It won't work." Castiel gave his head a somber shake. "He's already infected. The hunger is just gonna travel with him." "Well then what do we do" Dean demanded, looking on the verge of panic. Sam winced again, leaning up against the bathroom doorway for stability. "You go cut that bastard's finger off."

"Alright. You heard him." Dean nodded at Castiel, implying he was now expecting the angel to be his travel companion. "But Dean...before you go, you better...you better lock me down" Sam instructed weakly, the desire for demon blood so strong he didn't know what he'd be capable of in his quest. "Good."
~~~

Sam felt the cool metal of the handcuffs against his skin as they clicked into place. "All right, well, just hang in there" Dean encouraged, pocketing the key and trying to smile. "We'll be back as soon as we can." "Be careful" Sam advised protectively. "And Dean..." He forced a smile of his own.

"Hurry."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 19:25:06 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 19:25:06 GMT -5

"Hey Marty, is Dr. Corman around?" Dean addressed the coroner's assistant with a cheerful smile as he and Castiel pushed through the office doors. Marty looked surprised. "You haven't heard?" Dean shook his head no, verbally asking for more information. "Heard what?" Marty led them to the back room and pulled back the newest sheet, revealing Dr. Corman's corpse. "Guy's been dry for the last 20 years, but this morning, he left work, went home, and drank himself to death." Marty gave his head a sadly bewildered shake. "It's Famine" Castiel declared in a straight forward manner. Marty blinked. "Pardon?" "Uh, could you give us a second please?" Dean smiled politely. Marty gave Castiel a final odd stare and then nodded, retreating. "Sure." "Thanks." Dean waited until Marty had vanished from sight before his smile faded, taking in Dr. Corman's motionless body. "Crap! I really kind of liked this guy." Castiel laid one flat palm on Dr. Corman's chest, concentrating. After a few seconds, he removed his hand. "They haven't harvested his soul yet." Dean gave a clipped nod. "Ok, well, if we want to play "follow the soul" to get to Famine, our best shot starts with the doc, here." Castiel looked thoughtful. "I'll meet you in the car."

And he did just that...with yet another paper take out bag. Dean openly stared. "Are you serious??" "These make me..." Castiel eyed the burger lovingly. "Very happy." Dean shook his head in amazement. "How many is that?" "I lost count. It's in the low hundreds." Castiel licked some ketchup from his finger and then finally took a break in his consumption of hamburgers to look sideways at Dean curiously. "What I don't understand is...where is your hunger, Dean?" Dean, watching the building intently for any sign of a demon carrying Dr. Corman's soul, was distracted. "Huh?" He flicked a gaze towards Castiel and then returned it to the hospital's front door. "Well, slowly but surely, everyone in this town is falling prey to Famine" Castiel pointed out, returning to his burger as if to drive home the point. "But so far, you seem unaffected." Dean pulled his gaze away from the doors again, shrugging indifferently. "Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight." Castiel considered this briefly. "So...you're saying you're just well-adjusted?" "God no." Dean snorted, settling back.

"I'm just well fed."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 19:34:08 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 19:34:08 GMT -5

Sam rocked back and forth in the bathroom, chained to the base of the sink. He felt sort of like he was in the midst of a seizure. The pounding in his ears had never been so loud. The bathroom doorknob twisted. Sam lifted his head, tilting his head to the side, listening. "Guys? Guys, what happened? I don't think it worked. I think I'm still..." The bathroom door opened, revealing two demons, sneering at him. "Hungry."

"Look at this" the female demon mocked. "Someone trussed you up for us. Boss says we can't kill you...but I bet we can break off a few pieces." The male demon bent down, grabbing the middle of the cuffs and tugging. They snapped cleanly in half and Sam wasted no time in bashing his skull against the demon's, sending him flying backwards into the shower rod, getting tangled up in the bath-curtain and crumpling to the ground. Sam leapt to his feet, tackling the female demon on impulse, listening only to his cravings and not his brain. The coffee table shattered beneath their combined weights as they hit the floor and Sam grabbed a piece of broken glass, jabbing it deep into the female demon's neck, drinking from her like a faucet. "Get him off me" she yelped, pounding the ground with both fists. Sam felt the male demon's hands on his shoulders, but he was unable to budge the thirsty Winchester. Instead, Sam lifted one hand and telekinetically flung the male demon across the room, where he hit the far wall and remained stuck. Sam wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of one hand, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Wait your turn."

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My Bloody Valentine. // Sam // Jan 19, 2016 21:15:22 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 21:15:22 GMT -5

"Look." Castiel pointed towards the hospital entrance about twenty minutes later. Dean squinted through the incoming darkness of evening to notice a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase heading for a parked black car at the curb. Starting up the Impala, Dean eased it out into traffic, keeping the black car in his sights the whole time. It led them to a restaurant at the edge of town. The briefcase-wielding demon and two others exited the car and disappeared into the restaurant. The lights were off so there was no chance of seeing what was going on inside. Dean cut the Impala's engine, eyes on the restaurant's front door. "You want to go over the plan again?" No answer. Dean shifted his eyes to Castiel who was happily munching on his burger. Dean elevated his voice slightly in annoyance. "Hey, happy meal. The plan?" Castiel swallowed the last of his burger, reciting, "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." "Well that sounds foolproof" Dean deadpanned. Castiel, apparently agreeing, vanished with a customary gust of air. No more than thirty seconds went by before Dean got out of the car. "This is taking too long."

He climbed the front steps, nudging open the door and whisper-calling, "Cas?" Getting no response, Dean crept through the restaurant, on high alert. And there, in the very back, was Castiel, kneeling on the ground, stuffing his face full of raw ground beef from a tinfoil container. "Cas!" Dean took a step in that direction before sensing he was no longer alone and ducking just in time. The attacking demon's fist sailed over Dean's head. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough to sidestep the second demon who tackled him from the side, slamming his face down into the counter as a method of disorientation. Dean managed to shake himself free of that demon, but the first had collected themselves and charged Dean again. The second demon lunged at him as well and together, they were able to drag Dean by the arms to where Famine was waiting in a wheelchair, looking old and grizened. Hardly much of a threat to the eyes and yet he'd turned the whole town upside down. "The other Mr. Winchester" Famine greeted with a wizened smile. Dean's eyes flicked down to Castiel. "What did you do to him?" Famine lifted his thin shoulders in a mild shrug. "You sicced your dog on me. I just threw him a steak." "So this is your big trick, huh?" Dean tugged against his captors' grip, then went slack, breathing deeply. "Making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs?"

"Doesn't take much--hardly a push" Famine admitted. "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." "Funny." Despite the word he'd just uttered, Dean's tight smile held not a drop of humor. "Doesn't seem to be coming from mine." Famine gave a slow nod of acknowledgement. "Yes. I noticed that. 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 quipped, his usual dry humor and quick tongue at the ready. "I disagree." Famine pressed a button on his wheelchair, beginning to move forwards. Dean tried to back away, but the demons kept him in place, allowing Famine to place a flat palm on Dean's chest, searching. "Yes. I see" he observed after a few seconds. "That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you" he went on rhetorically. "Not with food or drink. Not even with sex." "Oh you're so full of crap" was Dean's knee-jerk reaction, though it was harder to keep his face straight on this one.

"You can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me" Famine insisted, narrowing his eyes. "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." Dean swallowed hard, doing everything in his power to keep his expression neutral, despite the heavy weight in his heart from Famine's words. They were hitting a little too close to home for comfort. Famine finished his little speech with a zinger. "You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already...dead."

"Let him go." Sam's voice, ringing with authority, sounded from the doorway. Dean looked up with horror to notice the red tint to his brother's chin, stained with blood. He'd done it. He drank demon blood again. "Sammy, no" he whispered hoarsely. The three remaining demon guards who weren't holding Dean made a bee-line for Sam but Famine held up one hand. "Stop! No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy." He rolled himself closer. "Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you." Dean closed his eyes wearily, all the fight just sort of sucked from his body. Famine had been right about everything. He was losing the battle with himself to just keep pretending everything was hunky-dory and that they actually had a prayer of a chance in this war. "Don't worry" Famine was assuring Sam. "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. So..." Dean opened his eyes to see Famine lifting his hands in a grand gesture at all five demons. "Cut their throats. Have at them! Be my guest." "Sammy, no" Dean pleaded desperately, repeating his earlier comment. He and his brother locked eyes. Sam took a minute and then closed his eyes and lifted one hand. All five demons were yanked from their hosts, the black smoke pooling together mid-air. The five bodies dropped unconsciously to the ground. Sam opened his eyes calmly. "No."

Dean let out half a breath of relief at Sam's refusal to drink more demon blood, finding himself suddenly free of demon captors. "Well...Fine." Famine looked disappointed for a minute but then lifted his own hand and gestured to the smoke. "If you don't want them...then I'll have them." Opening his mouth wide, he consumed the whole mass at once in satisfaction. The second he'd closed his mouth, Sam stepped forward, lifting his hand again. "I'm a horseman Sam" Famine reminded him. "Your power doesn't work on me." "You're right" Sam agreed, clenching his fist and squeezing it tightly. "But it will work on them." The demon smoke Famine had just devoured, along with the souls of all the victims he'd accumulated, began to writhe within him. Dean stood stock-still, watching this unfold with a grief-stricken expression. Finally, the demon smoke was ripped from Famine's body and he slumped over in his chair, eyes blank and empty, staring off into space. Pain and exhaustion plainly evident in Dean's eyes, he reached over and removed Famine's ring, dropping it into his pocket. Castiel, the spell broken, got to his feet, ignoring the rest of the meat, and he and Dean simply stared at Sam, at a loss. The question that seemed to hang there unspoken was: Now What?
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"Let me out of here! Come on guys, please! Help me!!" Sam's hoarse shouts had been going on for nearly two hours now, locked back in Bobby's panic room. "That's not him in there" Castiel assured Dean, leaning up against the staircase railing with crossed arms. "Not really." Standing a few feet away, Dean bestowed a clipped, hollow smile that didn't quite reach his eyes upon the angel. "I know." Castiel waited a minute and then tried again. "Dean, Sam just has to get it back out of his system. Then he'll be"-- "Listen, I just, uh...I just need to get some air" Dean interrupted woodenly, heading for the door. He pushed through it, wandered a few steps away and then stopped, glancing heavenward. He didn't know what else to do. "Please...I can't..." His voice shook with raw emotion, a few tears escaping down both cheeks.

"I need some help."

[THE END.]

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