Famine screamed as his ring finger was cut off. The demons being pulled out of him had been painful enough.
He contemplated the two Winchester brothers. Dean was empty inside. He'd been disappointed too many times—by his father, his brother, even his mother had left him at the tender age of four. He didn't have anyone he could count on and was tired on saving a world full of people who didn't seem to care.
Sam was too full of all the wrong things—pride, anger, and loneliness. Most people didn't know that loneliness could fill you, but it did. And when Dean had died, he hadn't every really fully come back. Not the way Sam needed him to. It had left a chasm between them.