They followed the car to a small family restaurant, where they found a lot of other cars and a whole shit load of company.
"Demons." Dean groaned. "You wanna go over the plan again Cas?"
Castiel was stroking his fingers over the empty burger wrapper.
"Hey, happy meal!" He looked at him. "The plan?"
"I take the knife, I go in, cut the ring hand off of famine and I meet you back here in the parking lot." He sounded completely uninterested.
"Well, that sounds full proof." But Cas was already gone.
Dean strummed on the steering wheel for a few moments. "This is taking too long."
"Well there are a lot of demons in there."
"Yeah well…" he looked at her in indecision, then back at the door. "Come on."
He went in first, of course, and tried to be quiet while he snuck in through the back. Kayla's nose wrinkled at the sight of a man laying motionless in the bubbling grease fryer. Cas was on his knees in in the main dining area, stuffing what appeared to be raw hamburger meat into his mouth.
"Cas!" Dean tried to call to him quietly, but he wasn't paying attention to anything but the meat in front of him.
Kayla grabbed a pan from the counter and turned to nail a demon in the face with it. Another one came in and Dean shot it in the chest.
"Just grab her…he'll do the rest…" A weak voice came from the lobby.
Before she could move Kayla felt the knife at her throat and she froze.
"Drop it or she dies."
The shotgun hit the floor.
"Dean!" Kayla yelled at him. He'd never thrown down his only weapon.
"Come, bring them to me."
The demon dragged Kayla into the next room, his buddy didn't even have to fight Dean on following them. In front of Cas was an old man in a wheelchair, surrounded by several demon body guards. He wasn't very intimidating for a horseman of the apocalypse.
He looked pleased to see them. "The other Mr. Winchester."
"Let her go."
"She's fine, she's fine…for now."
"I said let her go!" He yelled at him. He grabbed for the knife but one of the demons hit him over the head with the shotgun. Without missing a beat he kicked it behind the knee and sent it to the floor.
"Let her go before he makes himself rabid would you? I'd like to speak to him…alive."
The demon lowered the knife and she went to Dean, he stroked her cheek. "You okay?"
She breathed unsteadily and gave him a look that could only be described as bedroom eyes as she pushed his hand down. "You shouldn't do that right now."
He pulled her to stand behind him and faced off with Famine. "What'd you do to Cas?"
"You sick your dog on me, I just threw him a steak." He answered, Cas didn't even look up from the floor.
Dean eyed Kayla but returned his focus to Famine. "So this is your big trick? Huh? Making people coo coo for coco puffs?"
He smiled. "Doesn't take much, hardly a push. America, all you can eat all of 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. Why do you keep fighting this battle, when you know you won't win?"
"Let them go."
Famine turned his wheelchair to see Sam standing by the door, murder in his eyes and bloodstains on his face.
"Sammy no…" Dean said, overcome with disappointment. How the hell did he get out?
The demons went towards him and he poised for a fight.
"Stop!" Famine demanded, and the demons listened. "No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy. Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you."
He stared at him. "You sent?"
"Don't worry, you're not like everyone else. You'll never die like everyone else. You're the exception to the rule. Just the way Satan wanted you to be. So," he raised his hands. "Cut their throats. Have at them!"
"Sammy no." Dean warned him. He'd already gone too far.
"Please, be my guest."
Sam looked at the demons and could smell their blood, hear it pumping through their host bodies. God he wanted it, he could taste it running down his throat and the idea made his mouth water in anticipation. He steadied his breath and raised his hand.
Every demon in the room jerked it's head back as the thick black smoke ran out of their mouths. Dean grabbed the knife, but there was no work to be done. Even Kayla was stunned from her state to witness the multiple exorcism going on; she'd never seen him do that many at one time. It was kind of scary.
After they were on the ground Sam panted and looked back at Famine. "No."
"Well, fine, if you don't want them, then I'll have them." His mouth opened in a loud gasp and the black smoke flooded into his mouth. He devoured it all with a satisfied look on his face and Sam raised his hand again. "I'm a horseman Sam, your power doesn't work on me."
He tilted his head. "You're right, but it will work on them." He closed his hand into a fist and focused everything he had.
Famine jerked uncomfortably. What started as a small trickle of black smoke turned into a stream, then several streams, then he screamed as the smoke retreated from his body. Sam's nose began to bleed and his head pounded but he held on until he saw that bastard stop moving.
They all looked at him, now shaken from Famine's power, all a little stunned at what had happened. Sam just killed a horseman, with his mind. That was…huge. From the look on his face, Dean was the farthest from impressed. He was terrified for his brother.
"Sam?" Kayla stepped forward and Dean grabbed her wrist out of instinct, she shot him a look and walked over to him. "Are you okay?"
He wiped the blood from his nose and nodded as he looked down; he knew the look on his brother's face. "Yeah, I'm good."
"We have a few of the migraine pills from before, they're in the car."
He nodded quickly. "Yeah."