Ch 40
Waring: Dubious consent issues
Across town Sam was back at the morgue. Dr. Corman had called 'Agent Marley' when 'Agent Cash' hadn't answered her phone. Dean wasn't in the mood to deal with anymore body parts and sent Sam to the morgue in his place. The newest stiff was a man that had eaten enough twinkles to rip open his stomach but he hadn't stopped there. When he couldn't swallow any more he used a toilet brush to continue shoving food down his throat. He died from a combination of internal bleeding and asphyxiation. "What do you think made him do it?" Sam asked quietly.
Dr. Corman pulled out a silver flask from his pocket and took a long drink. "I don't know son. One of the most peculiar things I've seen…Seen a lot of peculiar things this week. You seen Agent Cash, around? I thinks she's avoiding my calls. God what I wouldn't give to bend her over…" he sighed and took another long pull from the flask.
Sam left the morgue and immediately called his brother. After assisting Dr. Corman with the autopsy it was apparent that Mr. Finch, the victim of Twinkie over indulgence, had not been marked by Cupid. "Yeah, well there's a lot of weird shit in this town. We got 9 suicides and 18 O.D's since Tuesday. Thats more than this town has had in the last five years combined," Dean told him. "There's a pattern that we are just not seeing. I'll go get River, see you back in here in twenty and we'll see if we can figure this out."
"Ok, yeah," Sam disconnected the call and rubbed his temple. He had a pounding headache and felt on edge. A shakiness had settled over him, he wanted something to take the feeling of unease away. He turned back towards the morgue and saw the same tall, pale man he had seen the day before. He carried the same black suitcase and crossed the street towards Sam. The hunter darted down an alley, his hands trembling as he pulled the Demon blade out of his jacket. The man stepped into the alley and Sam pounced, pinning the man to the brick wall. "I know what you are," Sam whispered, dragging the knife across the mans cheek. The demons eyes flashed black and he hissed as the blade cut into his flesh. There was a sudden roaring in his ears as the scent of the demons blood filled his nostrils. "God, I can smell you," he murmured.
"Winchester," the demon grunted. Another sharp icicle of pain darted into his temple and the demon took the opportunity to swing the heavy briefcase at his head. He knocked the bigger man to the side and turned to run back out of the alley. Sam swung the knife and caught the demons upper arm. The demon growled in pain dropping the suitcase and ran away from the hunter. Sam stood up and stared at the blood covered knife, just one little drop would make the pain behind his eyes go away. He ran his dry tongue over his bottom lip and shook his head violently. He wiped the blood off on a discarded rag on the alley floor and tucked the knife back into his jacket.
"Son of a bitch. Give me my damn Reeses!" River growled and kicked the vending machine. The candy bar remained half stuck in the metal coil and refused to drop. She tried shaking the machine and still got no results.
"River, what the hell?" Dean mumbled behind her. She turned slowly to face him, blowing at a piece of errant hair that had fallen over her eye and put her hands on her hips. Dean's warm, slightly spicy scent filled her nose and a dull throb revved to life between her legs.
She licked her lips slowly and met his green eyes. "This god damn machine ate my dollar. And I really need some chocolate and you smell amazing." She added under her breath.
"What?" Dean asked.
"What?" River repeated, turning back to the vending machine. She gave it another kick and the candy bar dropped a centimeter.
"Hello Dean. River where are the rest of your pants?" Cas appeared besides the hunter, he was taking greedy bites of a cheeseburger and chewing loudly.
"These are called shorts Castiel. I just got off work and I need a god damn candy bar." She kicked the machine a third time before looking up at the blue eyed Angel in front of her.
"What do you mean work? Where are you working?" Dean asked.
"I work at mind your own business and none of your concern, LLC." River answered. "Hey Angel, how 'bout you use some of that mojo of yours to get my candy."
Cas finished his cheeseburger and touched the vending machine. River's Reese's along with a dozen other chocolate bars dropped free. She squealed happily and gathered the candy bars into her arms. "Wanna come back to my room and fix my TV too? Unless you have a better idea how to use your grace."
The Angel stepped towards her, "Yes I can think of a few."
"Wait, what… No. Cas is not coming back to your room," Dean said stepping between the two."It's December, Riv. Put some damn pants on and meet us in my room," Dean grumbled.
"Why so serious, Winchester? You can come to." River smirked as she walked past. She gave Cas's tie a firm yank as she walked past, "I'm in room 112, Angel."
Dean marched behind her and barked. "Get dressed! 5 minutes, River, my room." She nodded opening a candy bar as let herself back into her room.
"I'll return shortly." Castiel grumbled to Dean and disappeared.
"What the shit?" Dean mumbled to himself, shaking his head. Sam pulled up in the Impala a few minutes later. He had the black briefcase in tow and was still pale and shaky from his near encounter with the demon blood. Sam caught him up on what had transpired outside of the morgue with the demon, leaving out the part about how close he had come to drinking the demons blood. "What the hell do demons have to do with this?"
Sam shrugged and turned towards the door to open it for River who had knocked quickly. He opened the door and she stood smiling up at him eating another candy bar. "You look like shit, Sam. You ok?" she walked in and headed for the table where Dean still stood in front of the mysterious briefcase.
Sam locked the door behind her. "Yeah, I'll be ok."
She finished the candy and tossed the wrapper in the waste basket. "So we gonna crack that case open or what?"
Dean shrugged, "What's the worst that could happen?" The brother knelt in front of the briefcase, River poked her head between them. Instead of the normal numbers on the combination locks, the tumblers were demonic sigils. They hoped the currier had simply closed the case and not bothered to reset the combination. The brief case popped open and the room was flooded with a brilliant white-blue light, the light hovered for a moment before disappearing through the ceiling. "What the hell was that?" Dean asked, blinking the bright spots out of his eyes.
"That was a soul," River answered remembering her encounter with the spirits of the dead women that had been held captive by the dead serial killer Michael Ainsworth.
"Yes it was," Cas startled the three hunters and they turned to face the Angel. He clutched a greasy paper bag of take out food in his arm and held a half eaten burger in the other hand. "Everything is starting to make sense."
"What exactly is making sense? And when the hell did you start eating?" River demanded.
Castiel fished another paper wrapped burger from his bag, "My hunger is actually a clue. This town isn't suffering from some love-gone-bad effect. It's suffering from hunger; starvation to be exact." He took another bite of the burger, "Famine."
River ran her hands through her hair, she needed more chocolate all of a sudden and some time alone with that detachable shower head in her bathroom, "Another fucking horseman is what your saying?" Castiel nodded.
"Great," Dean replied shaking his head. "Thats fucking great."
Sam shifted his large frame, trying to understand what Castiel meant. "I thought famine meant starvation as in food?"
"It does," Castiel agreed, "But not just food. It's starvation of love, sex, attention, drugs…"
River ran her tongue along her dry lips, "Ok so…Cupid comes along and shots people with his love arrow and then…"
"Famine made them crave love, made them rabid for it. So much so that they literally consumed one another or killed each other to remain together." Castiel tossed his empty burger wrapper into the waste basket.
"But you're a freaking Angel why are you eating?" River asked.
"It's my vessel Jimmy," Castiel sighed. "He craves red meat… along with other more physical activities." His bright azure eyes met River's and she bit her lower lip. Gods she hoped he meant the physical activities she needed; she needed to feel loved, safe, protected all the while having someones huge cock ruin her. The thought of having Castiel's giant black wings wrapped around her naked body made it to the front of her mind. She brushed her fingertips along the necklace under her shirt and she was glad not for the first time that day she still had it on.
Dean stared between River and the Angel. They seemed to be having some silent conversation, he could see River taking deep breaths through her nose. "So let me get this straight- Famine rolls into town and everyone just goes crazy? O.D-ing on the streets, eating each other, death by Twinkies."
Cas slowly shifted his eyes to Dean, "And then will come Famine. Riding a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty. And great will be the Horseman's hunger for he is hunger." River swallowed audibly, she had the sudden insane urge to drag Cas or Dean or both of them back to her room. Instead she balled her hands into fists and pressed her fingernails into her palms. "Famine is hungry and he must devour the souls of his victims. Hence the briefcase, they were retrieving the souls from the morgue. Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine. To help him regain his strength and be ready."
"Ready for what?" Dean asked.
"To march across the land." Castiel sat on the edge of the still made beds and began eating another burger. He was worse than a chain smoker at this point. "We should stop him before he gets too powerful."
Sam snapped, "Yeah, Cas great plan. How exactly are we going to do that? Meanwhile this town is going to eat, drink and fuck itself to death." He stood over the sink in the small bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. His skin was crawling and his hair felt hot. He was burning up from the inside.
"How did you defeat the last Horsemen you encountered?"
Dean grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair, "War got his mojo from a ring. Once we cut it off he tucked tail and ran and everyone that was affected went back to normal. Do you think Famine has a ring too?"
Castiel took the last bite of his last burger and stared sadly into the empty take out bag. "Yes I know he does."
"Ok, well lets go get him. River, Sam come on." Sam still stood in the bathroom grasping the white porcelain sink with both of his huge hands. River was standing in front of Cas with no clear memory of having walked across the room, her fingers working on the buttons of her flannel shirt.
"My TV's still broken. Do you want to come over and fuck , fix- FIX the TV?" River asked. Cas nodded and stood quickly.
"No! You two knock it the fuck off right now before I throw cold water on you," Dean barked. River glared angrily at Dean and stepped away from the Angel. "Sammy, lets go."
Sam shook his head, "I can't Dean. I can't go."
"Why the hell not?" his older brother grumbled.
"I think it got to me. I need it…"
"Need what?"
"You know," Sam implored, running one shaking hand through his damp hair.
Dean shook his head, "Demon blood? Really?" He turned away from his younger brother, "Get him the hell out of here. Fly him to Montana or something!" He yelled at Castiel.
"It wouldn't do any good. He's infected. The sickness would just follow him," Castiel answered. He had closed the gap between himself and River and she had her hand wrapped around his tie again.
"You two need a few minutes or can we please go gank this asshole?" Dean yelled.
River blinked and let go of his tie. "No, I'm good. I can do this. We can do this." She winked at Cas and shrugged into her jacket.
"Wait! Before you go you need to lock me down good," Sam pleaded.
Dean looked over his shoulder at River, "I got a pair of cuffs in my bag." She dug through his duffle bag for a moment and found the requested handcuffs. They cuffed Sam to the base of the bathroom sink.
"You're going to be ok, Sam. We'll be back soon," River smiled down at him, "You sure you don't have to pee before we go?"
Sam gave her a twitchy smile, "Just hurry."
"We will," Dean nodded shutting the door on his brother. Cas slid the huge armoire in front of the door. River stood to the side worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, her jacket on the floor in a discarded heap, fingers back at the buttons of her shirt. Her eyes darted to Dean who looked throughly over everyones bullshit.
She pinched the soft flesh of her arm until it bruised. "Stop that. You stop that right now. He's an Angel for fucks sake" she thought angrily to herself. "…lets go to the morgue and see if Brandt comes back for another soul run." She said aloud.
"Who's Brandt?" Castiel asked.
Dean shook his head, "One of these days will get you caught up."
They arrived at the medical clinic and followed the long hallways to Dr. Corman's exam room. The older man was nowhere to be found. "Hey, excuse me, Dr. Jones?" River stopped another white coated doctor.
"Agent Cash, what can I help you with?"
"Have you seen Dr. Corman. We have a couple questions for him."
The younger doctors face fell, "You haven't heard?" River shook her head and the three followed Dr. Jones into the cold storage area. "He'd been sober for 25 years. Went home this afternoon and drank himself to death." The hunters and the Angel stared down at the cold, mottled face of Dr. Franz Corman.
"Can we have a minute, Doc?" River asked Dr. Jones quietly. He nodded and left the three alone in the cold exam room. "Shit, I kind of liked him."
Dean nodded, "Yeah me too."
Castiel laid his hands on the doctors hairy chest. "His souls is intact. It has not been harvested yet."
"So we wait for one of Famine's errand demons to pick up their payday and we follow 'em to wherever the big boss is holed up," Dean murmured. They retreated to the Impala and waited for one of Famines lackeys to show up. Castiel disappeared again leaving River and Dean in with only the sound of rain to break the silence. Fat rain drops plated the metal of the car and rolled down the windows, River shifted in the backseat and drummed her fingers restlessly against her thighs. Her stomach growled and Dean turned in his seat. "You ok?"
River moved on the seat again, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her growling stomach. "No. I am not ok. I'm starving…..I can't fucking think straight. I keep having these thoughts like I need….don't give me that look."
Dean blinked, "I'm not giving you a look. I don't have a look."
"Yes you do. Right there!" she pointed at him, "How are you so fucking unaffected by all this?" He shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window at the medical center. "You're not drinking, you're not eating, you're not fucking…"
"I don't know. If I want a drink I get one. If I want to eat I eat. If I want to screw I screw." He answered.
"So there's nothing you want. At all?" He shook his head. "That is very disappointing." River muttered turning her attention back to the rain. "I love the rain." She said quietly.
"I know. You're only happy when it rains." River laughed at Dean quoting the song by Garbage.
For a brief moment it was just them and the rain, in their once makeshift home. They were interrupted when Castiel reappeared in the front seat with another bag of cheeseburgers.
"Seriously, dude. How many is that?" Dean sighed.
"I don't know. I've lost count…" Castiel unwrapped a burger. "It's in the low hundreds."
"Cas thats disgusting," River grumbled.
Cas just smiled at his sandwich, "These make me very happy."
"You know what would make me happy…oln em tajh hanem," River muttered. Castiel dropped his burger back into the bag and turned to look at her.
"Are you having a stroke?" Dean asked at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
She stared at Castiel, "My Enochian is kind of rusty. Gabe was teaching me.…did you understand Castiel? Oln em tajh hanem." She patted the leather seat next to her. The Angel swallowed.
"What did you say to him? Castiel, what did she say?" Dean demanded.
"That would also make me very happy," Castiel told her before climbing over the seat.
"Hey, god damn it, get your feet off the seat!" Dean barked at the retreating tail of the Angels trench coat.
Castiel landed heavily next to River and she murmured something else to him in Enochian. He smiled at her before nervously tilting his head down. She wrapped her hands around his head, tangling her fingers in his dark auburn hair and pulled him towards her. Their mouths met clumsily and Cas pulled back embarrassed. River tugged gently on his hair pulling him back towards her. He tenderly touched his lips to hers again. A sharp though not unpleasant shock ran up her tongue when it tangled with Castiel's and she moaned, her hands dropping to his trench coat and pulling herself towards him. Cas ran his hand gently down the side of her face and swirled his tongue again against hers. River whimpered against his lips, the throbbing between her legs growing unbearable. She needed him like she needed air. She swung her legs over his lap, straddling him and rocked against the firm bulge in his pants. It was the Angels turn to moan and he wrapped his hands around her ass encouraging her to give him that same new sensation.
Dean cleared his throat loudly in the front seat, "Hate to interrupt but I think we got a winner."
His voice cut through the needy fog that had enveloped River's brain and she sat back in Castiel's lap. Her heart was pounding, she didn't know how long she'd gone without taking a breath and her lips felt swollen and tingly. Castiel's normally sharp blue eyes were heavy lidded and he had to blink several times to focus. Dean pointed across the street where a tall pale man had just exited St. James carrying a large suitcase. He walked quickly to a huge black SUV and disappeared inside. The car pulled away from the medical center a moment later. "Yes, he's a demon. I see his true face." Castiel said. Dean nodded and spun the Impala away from the curb.
River climbed off Cas's lap and scooted to the far side of the seat. "You should probably sit next to Dean." Castiel nodded and appeared in the front seat as instructed.
"You could have just done that before," Dean grumbled. Castiel remained silent as he retrieved his bag of cold cheeseburgers. They followed the SUV for several miles until it finally turned into the dark parking lot of "Gunderson's All You Can Eat". Thursday was apparently 'BBQ' night but there were no lights or signs of life coming from the restaurant. Dean killed the Impala's lights and they silently coasted onto the street across from the buffet.
Sam struggled uselessly against the handcuffs that bound him to the bathroom sink. His heart pounded in his ears and his mouth felt like it was full of sand. He just needed a taste, a drop of blood to take the edge off until his brother and the others finished off Famine. He renewed his struggles against the handcuffs the metal was biting into his wrists when he heard a door slam. "Guys?" he called, "Guys is that you?" Footsteps echoed across the thin carpet and he heard the armoire slide back across the floor. "I don't think it worked! I'm still hungry…." The door swung open and two strangers, a man and a woman in similar black suits smiled down at him. Their eyes turned black and they both let out a little chuckle.
"Well look at you, someones gone and trussed you up for us," the woman sneered. The male demon knelt down and grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs. He pulled that metal links apart like they were made of tissue paper and suddenly Sam was free. He shoved himself forward and knocked the man off his feet sending him tumbling into the tub behind him. The man became tangled up in the vinyl shower curtain and cursed loudly. Sam surged forward, using his massive size and hunters reflexes to over power the female demon. He punched the demon in her jaw and sent her crashing into the cheap coffee table in the middle of the room. The table collapsed under her into shards of glass and broken pieces of wood. Sam was on her in an instant, the pounding beat of her heart was pulling him forward. He grabbed a long shard of glass and sliced a small hole in the demons throat. His mouth covered the wound in an instant, not wasting a single drop of the crimson blood that pumped out. He slurred obscenely swallowing as quickly as possibly; it was better than the best orgasm he'd ever had, he felt himself grow hard and latched down hard on the oozing hole.
"Get him off of me!" She grunted at the man that had finally untangled himself from the shower curtain. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and was thrown across the room.
Sam pulled his blood covered face away from the demons throat and smiled evilly, "Wait your turn."
"Alright, lets go over the plan again," Dean said. His father had always made him repeat the 'plan' before being let out of the car and he had picked up the habit. Sam and River usually didn't have to be asked anymore, they knew to repeat their parts as soon as Dean turned off the engine and turned his questioning green eyes towards them. River smiled at Cas's annoyed sigh, he was picking pieces of cheese and meat stuck to the foil wrapper of his last burger.
"I take the knife, I go inside, I cut the ring of Famine and I come meet you back here," Castiel repeated.
Dean nodded, "Sounds foolproof." He turned to glance at the dark building.
"See ya soon Angel," River said quietly as he disappered. The rain stopped a moment later and River climbed out of the back seat and ran to the front passenger before the next deluge of rain started. "Can we talk?"
Dean gripped the steering wheel and worked his jaw back and forth, "Right now? After you just dry humped Cas in the backseat."
Even in the relative dark of the car Dean could see the pink flare out across her cheeks. "I didn't…I don't know what that was about."
"Oh I dunno…Famine making folks ravenous for things they want."
"Fuck Dean, that's not fair. Just because your like some Jedi Master against this super douche," River sat back against the seat. "I want you too. God, that sounds shitty of me… I want you so bad my fucking teeth hurt. I just want you to stop being mad at me. Just stop hating me, please. I will do anything to make you not mad at me." The fog had crept back around her brain, squeezing out any rational thought of anger or bitterness she still had for Dean. All she saw was him, his bright green eyes, the freckles that dotted the bridge of his nose, the full lips that had every sweet spot on her body memorized. She was across the bench seat, her body pressed into his. She nuzzled her nose into his warm neck and Dean stiffened in the seat next to her. She needed Dean, needed him inside her, to become a part of her. Her lips and tongue found the soft piece of flesh below his ear, Gods he tasted so good she needed more. Before she knew what she was doing she bit Dean, he yelped loudly and shoved her back across the seat.
"River, what the shit!" he screamed indignantly.
"No, wait. Dean, I need you!" she climbed back across the seat.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shocker her harshly, "Hey! Hey! You're a god damn vegetarian remember!" River shook her head and took a deep breath. "Cas isn't back. Something is wrong. Are you gonna help me or am I gonna have to lock you in the trunk?"
"I'm good. I'm good. Lets kill this mother fucker." River slid back across the seat and let herself out of the car. They each gripped a sawed off shotgun loaded with salt filled rounds, extra shells clanked in their jacket pockets as they hustled across the street. "I'm sorry. I wasn't really going to eat you," River smiled at Dean as they reached the delivery entrance in the rear of the restaurant. He didn't reply as he pulled the door open, River swept passed him shotgun raised and they silently crept further into the kitchen. The first body they found was the cook, who was still deep frying in the vat of bubbling oil. They shared a disgusted grimace and stepped around the extra crispy corpse. Bodies littered the rest of the restaurant, some were slumped over the front counter others were laying on the cold tile floor. A brown coated figure kneeled on the floor grunting like a wild animal while shoveling handfuls of something into his waiting mouth. "Cas! Castiel!" River hissed at the Angel. He turned slightly and shoveled another handful of raw hamburger into his mouth. He grunted and gestured at something behind Dean but didn't stand to help them. Dean saw movement in his peripheral vision. He turned on his heel and fired a shot into the demons stomach. The demon dropped to the ground at his feet grunting in pain. A second demon jumped over the counter and tackled River to the floor, he grabbed a handful of her red hair and slammed her head into the floor. Her grip on the shotgun faltered as her head spun. She vaguely saw Dean fly past and then a low moan of pain before he was also tackled.
A moment later they were both being forced out of the kitchen and led towards a frail, ancient looking man sitting in an electric wheelchair. River's head still spun from the blow to the tiled floor but something else was creeping into her brain the closer they got to the demon in the wheelchair. They passed Castiel who still sat on the floor stuffing his mouth with raw meat. "The other Mr. Winchester and Ms. McGregor so pleased to finally meet both of you," he wheezed.
"What did you do to him?" Dean barked.
Famine let out a dry huffing cough, his version of a laugh. "You siced your dog on me; I threw him a steak."
"That's your big trick?" Dean sneered. He tried yanking his arms out of the grips of the demons that held him from behind. Famine tilted his questioningly. "You make people cuckoo for coco puffs."
"Doesn't take much really." He pointed one skeletal finger at River, the demons holding her arms released her and she stumbled forward. "Barely a push for most." Rivers fingers and legs trembled as she struggled with the buttons on her flannel shirt. She tore it off, then removed her undershirt in a matter of seconds. Her chest heaved as she moved towards Dean. "No, not him." Famine pointed to Castiel. The Angel stood, wiped his mouth and hands on his jacket and turned to River. He left his dirty trench coat on the floor and grabbed River. She pulled on his white dress shirt sending buttons flying. A few of the demons let out a chuckle as she pushed the Angel towards the nearest wall. His back hit the wall and she stood on her toes, pulled his face down and their lips crashed together. Dean was legitimately afraid they were going to start eating each other and he renewed his struggles against the demons. Famine wheezed in laughter as Cas grabbed a handful of Rivers hair and pulled her head to the side, he moved his lips to her neck and left a trail of love bites and sucked bruises into the tender flesh. Her hands slid down Cas's naked chest to the growing tent in his pants. She palmed him through his dress pants and the Angel let out a deep groan. River dropped to her knees in front of the Seraphim, unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock.
"Ok! Enough! Make them stop!" Dean yelled.
Famine's cracked lips stretched across his yellow, crooked teeth in a rictus smile. "America land of all you can eat buffets and stretch pants. Yet you're all starving. Hunger doesn't just come from the body it eats away at the soul." Castiel sighed deeply and sagged against the wall as River licked a long wet strip up his dick. His blue eyes were huge and wide as she stared up at him. Any thoughts of sin or blasphemy were blocked by Famines grip on both of them. She swirled her tongue over his red, swollen head and moaned wantonly at the taste of his precum before swallowing his cock. Cas's eyes rolled back and he tangled his hands in her long hair as she started giving him a blowjob a porn star would be proud of.
Dean closed his eyes to block the sight of Rivers head bobbing back and forth as she brought Castiel closer to the edge. But he couldn't block the sound of her gagging and moaning as Cas started to thrust his hips letting instinct and need drive him on. He couldn't unhear the snickers and whistles of the five demons that stood ogling at the pair. "Your powers don't work on everyone, chump. I'm doin' just fine," he finally said trying more than anything to get the demons to look at him.
Famine nodded, "Yes I've noticed that. Don't you wonder why that is? Why I can corrupt an Angel and yet I can't break you?" He pushed a control knob on his wheelchair and it zoomed forward.
Dean tried taking a step back but the demons behind him renewed their attention on him and their master. "I like to think it's because of the strength of my character."
"You can lie to your brother, your friends over there. You can even lie to yourself. But you can't lie to me Mr. Winchester." Famine sat forward and reached one claw like hand towards him. He pressed his hand into Dean's abdomen and a hollow coldness seeped through his shirt and into his bones. Dean struggled again against the demons but they pushed him firmly into Famine's outstretched hand. "Thats a whole lot of nothing you got in there. Blackness, and emptiness you can't fill with food or drink. Not even with sex."
"You don't know what your talking about," Dean seethed as Famine finally removed his hand.
"I can see inside you Dean! See how broken you are! You can't win and you know it!" Famine yelled. "But you just keep going through the motions because you have nothing else. You aren't hungry because inside you're already dead!"
"Let him go!" Sam stormed into the restaurant behind Famine. Three demons broke from the group and ran towards him.
Famine spun his wheelchair around and yelled, "NO! None of you touch him!" The demons halted in their pursuit and waited for further instructions. The silence was broken only by the sounds Castiel and River were making both still completely oblivious and under Famines control. "You won't harm a hair on this sweet boys head. Sam did you enjoy the snacks I sent you?" Famine asked kindly.
Sam stepped forward into the dim reflection of moonlight that seeped in through the windows. Dean saw the dried blood that still caked Sam's face and the front of his shirt. Dean shook his head whispering, "Sammy no."
"You sent them?" Sam growled.
"Yes my son. And I have more for you. You can drink as much as you like. You can never have too much, it can never kill you. You are the exception to the rule, Sam. You are perfect. Just the way Satan made you." Famine waived at the two closest demons, "Take them Sam. Slit their throats and drink!"
"Sam don't do it!" Dean screamed.
Sam licked his lips, still tasting the blood from his previous meal and shook his head. He held one of his huge hands in front of him and slowly curled it into a fist. The five lesser demons started convulsing and spewing black smoke from their mouths. The smoke swirled impotently on the floor along their feet and between the wheels of Famines wheelchair as the bodies of the recently possessed fell dead. "No. I won't," he said quietly.
Famine shook his head, his thin whips of white hair falling across the papery skin of his forehead. "Fine. If you don't want them I do." He opened his mouth into a gaping maw and sucked at the air around him. The black smoke rose up and flooded into his waiting mouth. Dean retrieved the knife from the jacket of one of the fallen demons and stood in shock. Famine signed contentedly, his face instantly appearing a fraction fuller, a lite pink tinge highlighting his gaunt raised his hand again pointing it at Famine. "Your powers don't work on me, child. I'm a Horseman."
Sam smiled again, his blood caked teeth grotesquely shining in the moon light. "You're right. They don't. But it works on them." He closed his hazel eyes in concentration and Famine felt an unfamiliar sensation in his gut. A ripping, tearing, burning pain. The lumpy flesh of his abdomen started to bubble and melt as the demons he had just ingested were destroyed by Sam. The Horseman let out a gasping, hallow scream as the hunter executed the final remnants of the lesser demons and in turn ended him. The frail withered body slumped back in to the wheelchair.
Castiel came in Rivers mouth with a loud groan and she swallowed as much of the thick salty cum she could while he continued to thrust into her swollen mouth. An instant later Famines hold on both of them broke. Castiel let go of his tangled hold on her hair and she fell backwards, raising one shaking hand to wipe the drool and cum off her lips. Castiel tucked his softening penis back in his pants and quickly pulled up the zipper. "River," he murmured quietly down at her. She sat on the floor shivering uncontrollably as she took in the bodies of the dead demons and the Horseman, her blue eyes roaming over Sam's blood covered face and finally meeting Dean's dark green eyes. A blossom of shame and anger exploded from her stomach as the realization of what just transpired sank in. She scrambled up and away from Castiel's outstretched hand, scooped up her discarded shirt and ran out the front door before the tears started. "River!" Castiel yelled running after her.
"Gabriel! Please, please get me the fuck out of here," she screamed into the dark parking lot."Please, fuck. Gabe! Get me out of here!"
"River, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had no power against Famine," Castiel's deep gravelly voice called out to her.
She turned around to slowly meet his eyes, "You didn't do anything wrong. Famine fucked both of us…They're just going to keep using us against each other." She wiped angry tears off her face and looked over the Angels shoulder as Dean exited the restaurant followed by Sam. The taller hunter still hadn't bothered to wash the demon blood off his face. "I can't do this anymore," she murmured.
"Sweetheart, don't leave. We need to talk," Dean told her. She shook her head. "At least come with us back to Bobby's and we'll figure something out."
"No. No, I'm sorry but I need to go. I love you but I can't do this anymore." She said it to all three of them and hoped Dean and Castiel understood. She walked away into the darkness, headed back towards town. The quiet was comforting, the smell of rain still clung to the air and was refreshing after the stench of the restaurant turned abattoir. Shame still plagued her like a weight on her shoulders as did the growing sensation of selfishness. She still loved Dean, stupidly, even with the growing chasm of destiny and his own emotional shortcomings that were determined to push him further away. But she realized not for the first time she also harbored affection for Castiel. The Angel that had faced Hell to rescue Dean, fought against everything he had ever known and fell from Heaven to try and help them prevent the Apocalypse. The Angel she'd just sucked off in front of a half dozen demons and her ex-boyfriend. Suki had never warned her about any of this shit when she signed on to become a hunter. "Fuck me," she muttered angrily to herself.
"Sounds like you need a vacation Lemon drop." Gabriel appeared before her. His whiskey colored eyes dipped in sorrow. River dropped her face in her hands and let the sobs finally break free. The Archangel hugged her tightly, his giant sunset orange wings surrounding them. "Lets go somewhere fun." She nodded against his chest and they disappeared.
"Please! Guys! Let me out!" Sam pleaded from inside Bobby's reinforced panic room. Dean leaned against a wooden pillar in the basement nursing a bottle of Johnny Walker Black. Castiel stood silently next to him as Sam let out a frustrated cry.
"That's not really him Dean," the Angel told him. Dean nodded and took another drink. "He just needs to get it out of his system." Sam had been screaming non-stop for two days in addition to the day and half it had taken to get him back to Bobby's. Castiel put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, shuffled his feet and cleared his throat nervously. "Have you heard from River?" The hunter shook his head. "I am deeply, deeply sorry for what happened between she and I."
Dean let out a long breath, "I need some fresh air." He stumbled up the steps, not due to drunkenness but because the tears that blurred his vision. Famines words echoed in his head, he was dead inside, empty, hallow and alone. He needed time alone, away from his brother, away from Castiel. He just wanted to do his job for a while, hunt things, save people. He sent a silent prayer to anyone, any higher power that might be listening to help him before he slid into the drivers seat of Baby and drove away from Bobby's.
December in Miami, Florida was usually mild. The water still warm enough to swim in, tourists still flocking to the sandy beaches and amusement parks. Gabriel had flown them to a snazzy little bar called 'The Orange Blossom'; they specialized in wet t-shirt contests and overpriced daiquiris. One such mixed drink sat untouched in front of the red headed hunter. She stared at the ridiculous, tiny paper umbrella that was plopped in the middle of the sugary, frozen concoction. Gabriel was currently on stage 'judging' the contestants of 'Ms. Saturday' night. Jimmy Buffet blared in the background, dozens of drunk slobs and slobettes littered the bar. The stool she sat on was sticky as was the bar top, the floor and everything else in the mosquito ridden dump. She loved Gabriel and he had come to her rescue again but she couldn't live like this. Pretending that the world wasn't going to shit while she got drunk on empty calories. So she sucked down the strawberry flavored daiquiri, grabbed the brown leather letterman bag Gabe have given her with the instructions "This is my bug out bag, guard it with your life" and left the bar. Gabe didn't notice she was gone until after he awarded the beer can crown to the big bossomed winner of the wet t-shirt contest.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Shout out to the 'GUEST' that left two reviews on my story. If you hate it that much have the balls to sign in and leave a review. Look at it from this angle: the world is going to shit. Lucifer has risen. Dean and River are both emotionally fucked up individuals. They're hunters, they know they're gone die bloody but maybe they don't have to die alone. Dean has never learned to have a real, fulfilling adult relationship because hunting and protecting Sam were always his priorities. River obviously has self esteem issues but doesn't want to abandon Dean when he has hit rock bottom. So read review. If you hate it thats ok but don't be a bitch as leave hate under 'Guest'. This story means a lot to me and its been really hard to write the last couple of weeks.