Sam lie in bed, trying to concentrate on falling asleep. But there were too many things keeping him awake. For one, the sound of his brother's light snoring. Normally, he could ignore it, but for some reason, it was seemed to reverberate against the walls of his head. In fact, everything seemed louder to Sam. He could swear he heard the sounds of the highway, even though it was more than five miles away from the motel he and Dean were holed up in. He could hear insects scurrying from one end of the room to the other, hear something outside that was slowly making its' way through the bushes across the parking lot, even hear the thump thump of his brother's heartbeat. It all was driving him insane.
But there was something else that was keeping him awake. His stomach had been gnawing at him all day, even though he had packed away two super-sized burgers and fries from a fast food joint at dinner. He had even eaten two large bags of chips and here he was three hours later, hungry as ever. To make matters worse, there was a scent in the air that was just heavenly to him. Smelling of…meat.
Sam gulped down the saliva that kept building up in his mouth. He thought it was just his imagination, but Sam could swear the smell was coming from Dean. Sam slid out of bed and crawled on all fours towards his brother's bed, stopping at the foot of the bed and worked his way up, inhaling deeply. He could feel Dean's body heat radiating off every inch of his body, which only made the smell that much better to Sam. There was something changing in Sam, he could feel it. All he wanted to do was sink his teeth into Dean, ripping his flesh off and swallowing it whole. The bloodier, the better. So many images of Sam digging his nails - claws - into Dean's back and sinking his teeth in…
"Ahh!" Dean jumped up and swung his knife, cutting Sam across the cheek. He turned on the light, cursing as he was temporarily blinded. He searched the room for what had bitten him on the thigh, but only saw Sam sitting against a dresser, holding his bloody cheek. "Sam, what the hell is wrong with you?" Dean checked out his slightly bleeding wounds and glanced back at his brother, his grip on his knife tightening. "I asked you a question!"
"Dean, I-" Sam fought back the sudden images of him leaping up and ripping Dean's throat out. He shook his head and felt tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I-I'm just so…hungry."
"Hungry?" Dean stared at his brother incredulously. "What the f…you ate two burgers, fries, and two big bags of chips! And now you want to turn me into sushi?" Dean got out of bed and picked up his duffel bag from the floor, dropping it onto his bed to look for his first aid kit. "Dammit!" The alcohol stung like hell. Dean glared at Sam, but saw how much blood was on his face. "Come here," he sighed as he finished up bandaging himself.
Sam slowly crawled over to his brother, wincing when the alcohol hit his cheek. As he sat there, he wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell of the antiseptics Dean used, but he noticed the smell of meat on Dean hadn't gone completely away. Sam closed his eyes and inhaled, the gnawing hunger in his stomach growing larger. He set a hand on Dean's thigh, neither noticing how pointed Sam's nails were becoming.
The End.