When the light finally subsided, the demon bodies lay lifeless around Dean. Famine's body looked the most damaged of all.
"Cas?" Dean looked around, slightly panicking when he couldn't find his angel. "Cas!"
"I'm here Dean." Castiel appeared suddenly behind him, his breaths heavy and rushed. "It looks like I actually killed Famine."
"Well, isn't that a good thing?" Dean asked, wondering why Cas sounded not only surprised, but a little concerned.
"Dean, I'm an angel, but that was a horseman." Castiel looked at Dean as if it was all obvious, "I should not have been able to kill him."
For a while, the two just stood there, looking at each other in confusion, occasionally glancing at the bodies surrounding them as if looking for clues. That's when Dean noticed it. "Cas, you said Famine was dead right? His grip worse off too right? You're not cravin' a big mack or anything?"
"No. His effects have deffinently worn off. Why do you ask?" Castiel turned to him.
Dean coughed uncomfortably and turned to crouch in front of one of the demon bodies, pretending to look over the corpse. "Just curious."
Castiel looked at Dean, his head cocked slightly to the side, his expression turned slightly shocked after Dean broke the silence, "So... how did you manage to break Famine's grip on you Cas? I mean you were so far gone! It was incredible, you just kinda burst with light!"
Cas flushed and looked down at the ground. "That was part of my true form spilling out."
Dean turned to smile up at Cas, "It was amazing."
Castiel grinned again. Dean felt a warmth go over him as he stared at the angel, who proceeded to walk around, poking around through the valley of corpses in black suits. Cas said that Famine's effect should have worn off, but Dean still felt it. He felt his hunger for the angel. He felt it when he saw Cas's adam's apple bob when he gulped. He felt it when Cas smiled. He felt it when they'd stood in silence moments before. Dean licked his lips unconsciously. He was still hungry.