The second time Dean was strange was at the hospital again, later that day.
"Hey Marty! Is the doc around?" Dean and Cas walked up to one of the workers Dean was obviously familiar with.
"You haven't heard?" the man led them back to the morgue, letting them feast their eyes on the corpse in front of them. "Man's been dry for 20 years." He stated. "But this morning he left work, went home and... drank himself to death."
"Famine!" Castiel said, oblivious to the irritated look Dean gave him.
"Could you give us a minute alone?" Dean asked. The inters nodded and left with a confused look on his face.
Dean walked around to the other side of the corpse, "I really kinda liked this guy..."
Cas placed a sturdy hand on the dead doctor's gut, causing Dean to send him a questioning glance. "They haven't harvested his sould yet."
Dean's expression softened with relief, "Well if we wanna play follow the soul, our best shot starts with the doc here."
The two waited in the impala, staked out in front of the hospital, waiting for one of the demons to come collect. Cas reached into a paper bag, pulling out a big hunk of tinfoil and unrolling it to reveal a juicy cheeseburger. "Are you serious?" Dean asked.
"These make me... very happy." Cas chuckled, then took a big bite of it.
Dean couldn't help feel happy too. After all, Cas hardly ever smiled, and when he did, it was stunning. He was concerned though, "How many is that?"
"Lost count." Cas took another huge bite, swallowing before adding, "It's in the low hundreds.
Dean's eyes widened. Cas took another mouthful before speaking again. "What I don't understand is, where's your hunger Dean?"
"huh?"
"Well slowly but surely everyone in this town is falling prey to Famine, but so far you seem to be unaffected by it." Cas took another huge bite.
Dean gulped before looking away knowingly. He turned his gaze toward the hospital, back to the steak out, ignoring the angel's question. When Cas started poking him, he finally turned, desperate, he made something up. "Hey.. When I wanna drink, I drink. When I want sex I go get it." Dean watched as Cas glared a little, "Same goes for a sandwich, or a fight."
"So what you're saying is, you're just well adjusted?" Castiel asked, mouth full of burger bits and condiments that stuck onto his lips.
Dean stared at his lips, wondering if he could make an excuse to wipe it off, to feel Cas's lips. "God no..."
"What?" Cas asked.
"I'm just well fed." Dean smiled, proud of his quick thinking.
Castiel didn't look to convinced, but that's when the demon showed up, and their attention was turned back to the Famine issue.