Then came the show down with Famine.
"This is your big plan then? Makin' everyone cookoo for cocopuffs?" Dean joked, as demons held him on either side.
He looked sadly over to Cas, Famine had consumed him, he tore into the red meat before him, unable to think of anything else. Famine spoke, "America, all you can eat all the time! Consume, consume, consome. A swarm of locust in stretch pants! All still starving, because hunger doesn't just come from the body. It also comes from the soul!"
Dean smirked, "That's funny it doesn't seem to be coming from mine."
"Yes.." Famine said, intrigued. "I notice that. I wonder why that is. How you could even walk in my presence?"
"I like to think its because of my strength of character." Dean joked, admiring his own humor in situations like this.
The demons held a tight grip on Dean as Famine moved the joystick on his electric wheelchair, moving menacingly closer to Dean with every second. "I disagree." Famine slowly held his hand out to Dean's gut, feeling his soul and making Dean cry out in pain.
Castiel stirred.
"Yesss" Famine smiled, "I see. That's one deep dark nothing you got there Dean." Dean raised his head with pride.
"Can't fill it can you?" Famine mocked. "Not with food or drink? Not even with sex!" His laughter was dark and sent chills up Deans spine, making him whimper.
Castiel stirred.
"Oh you're so full of crap." Dean responded.
"Oh you can smile, and joke, and lie to yourself Dean, but not to me! I can see inside you Dean! How broken you are... How defeated, you can't win and you know it but you just keep fighting. Just going through the motions. We both know what you're really hungry for. It's not something you can win easily." Dean struggled harder when the horsemen looked over at the helpless angel near their feet. "Nothing will fill your hunger, but one right?" Famine's smile was dark and lifeless as he watched Dean's reaction.
"If you touch him I swear to god I will find you. I will spend my life hunting you down you sick son of a bitch." Dean spoke with serious tone in his voice.
Castiel stirred.
Famine motioned to one of the demons, who then walked over to Castiel, lifting him onto his feet.
"DON'T TOUCH MY ANGEL!"
That's what broke the grip Famine had held on the angel. That's what sent him over the edge as lights flashed, demons died, and Famine was cut to pieces.