A/N: So I am giving you guys this update early because all this week I'm gonna be busy with studying for finals and I wont be able to get another chapter up until the end of next week. Also I decided to add a little more to Sam's craving, which won't be just about his addiction to demon blood, but also something else that coincides with Natalie's craving, so hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Natalie turned on the sink faucet and quickly splashed the cold water in her face. She braced her hands on the edge of the sink, taking in a few deep breaths, then looked up into the mirror. Her eyes looked heavy and drawn out, almost to the point people would think that she would pass out from exhaustion any moment. But, she wasn't tired. In fact she had felt better than ever.

It was just shortly after their little discussion with Cupid, Natalie began to feel...different. It was a sensation that she had never felt before, and it honestly confused the hell out of her. Even now, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't even begin to dissect the definite answer of what this feeling was, that's how confused she was about it. She had to excuse herself to go to the restroom in the restaurant, in order to try and get herself back in line.

There was a knock that attracted her attention, her eyes quickly snapping over to the worn down wooden door. "Nad? Are you okay?" Sam's voice was muffle on the other side of the door, but she could hear it very clearly.

Natalie took a few more breaths, as she looked back into the mirror, seeing now that her expression had turned from exhausted to the look of someone who needed something...desperately. Her brows furrowed in a deep concern for herself. Now Natalie was starting to feel really worried about what was happening.

"Nad?"

Natalie huffed out a breath and ran her hands down her face. "Yeah...I'll be right out." Natalie finally spoke, her voice wavering towards the end.

She grasped the edges of the sink and closed her eyes, keeping herself focused on keeping, whatever this feeling was, at the lowest point she could push it. Natalie cleared her throat and let out another breath, looked back up in the mirror one last time before stepping away from the sink.

She reached for the door handle and quickly opened it, revealing Sam to be leaning next to the side of the door. Though the moment she saw him, Natalie felt that unfamiliar sensation return, very quickly. She sucked in and proceeded to hold in her breath, her eyes scanning up and down Sam. Though the look on Sam's face was almost the same exact expression she had seen in herself just a few minutes ago. Now, Natalie could surmise a fairly rough description of what it looked it. It was the look of a confused need for something. Confused at the fact that they had this craving and the realization that they really wanted—no needed it.

Natalie finally pulled her out from her trance, realizing that she and Sam had been doing nothing but staring at each other for god knows how long. She finally broke her gaze from him, which seemed to snap Sam out of his trance as well. "Let's um..." Natalie cleared her throat. "We should go. Dean is waiting for us." Natalie hurried past Sam, not waiting for him to respond to her. I need to get away from him.

Natalie pushed open the restaurant door and walked over to Dean, who was leaning against the car. He looked over at Natalie, seeing a somewhat distress look on her face. "Hey, you okay? Did something happen?"

Natalie was quick to shake her head and looked back just as Sam walked out of the building with his phone against his ear. Her body stiffened and she looked back at Dean. "Uh...no. Everything's fine...um can we get back to the motel? Like right now."

Dean raised his hands up, "Whoah, okay, what's the rush?"

"I-I'm, um, just not...really feeling to well I guess you could say. Just need to maybe, lie down or...just..." Natalie looked back over at Sam, making his way over to them, though it attention was still focused on the phone conversation. Natalie felt that need beginning to boil once again and she huffed out in frustration. "I just need to get back to the motel. Okay?!"

Dean's brows raised and he scoffed lightly. "Alright, Nad. Just take it easy."

Natalie let out a few breaths, running a hand through her hair, her feet began to shuffle as she tried her best to bury this sensation. She finally clapped her hands and let out a emotionless laugh, "I'm...gonna wait in the...car." Natalie quickly walked past Dean and opened the back door to the Impala and slid in.

Dean looked at Natalie in the car, his face had contorted into nothing but confusion at her sudden change in mood. He shook his head and looked over at Sam, who was just ending his phone conversation. "What was that all about?"

"Uh, Dr. Corman called. Said that they had another victim brought in who died under...different circumstances." Sam said, putting the phone back in his pocket.

"Right, well, uh, Nad needs to get back to the motel. So I'm thinking I'll drive there then you can take the car over to the medical center." Dean said, but noticed that Sam wasn't paying attention to him. Instead, Sam's focus was clearly on Natalie. Dean looked from Sam to Natalie, then back over at Sam, seeing this look in his eyes. "Sam?" Dean tried getting Sam's attention, but it was unsuccessful. Dean finally hit Sam's shoulder with enough force to break his gaze on Natalie. "Dude. Are you alright?"

Sam looked over at Dean, realizing that his brother just saw his silent episode just then. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine."

Dean's brows raised in skepticism. "Really? Because you were just eyeing Nad like she was a piece of meat."

Sam stared at Dean, a little horrified at his words and the fact that it was most likely true. He had no idea what was happening to him. First it was random headaches and now it was this. "Yeah, it's, uh, nothing. Let's just get out of here."

"Okay." Dean and Sam walked over to their sides, and Dean quickly got into the drivers seat. Though Sam stopped at the passenger door and tried to contain himself, already feeling that sensation bottling up. He took a breath and then got into the car, not daring to look back at Natalie.

The sound of papers rustling against each other was all that Natalie heard among the silence that filled the motel room. It was just her and Dean. With Sam over at the medical center, Natalie thought that with him not being here it would help dim down this need. It only helped a little, but not enough to where she felt in control.

The sound of Dean's ringtone going off pierced the silence and Dean quickly answered it. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Hey. So, uh, this guy was not marked by Cupid, but his death is definitely suspicious.

"Yeah, well, I'm going through these files and counting him, that's eight suicides since Wednesday and 19 OD's. That's way out of seasonal batting average."

"Yeah, well, if there is a pattern here, it ain't just love. It's a hell of a lot bigger than we though."

"Yeah, all right. I'll see you soon then." Dean ended the call and placed the phone back down on the table. He looked over at Natalie, seeing that she hadn't moved an inch the past few minutes. "How are you doing, Nad?"

Natalie groaned in response, rolling onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She knew that Sam would be back any time soon and she was trying to prepare herself for how she would react. Right now everything was just simmering. That sensation was slowly becoming stronger and it fought against her attempts to keep it at bay.

"Nad?"

Natalie raised her head, looking at Dean, seeing the expecting expression on his face. She shrugged and laid back down on the bed. "I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just...moody I guess."

Dean opened his mouth then closed it, hesitant about what he was going to say. He decided against his own hesitation. "Is it you know..."

Natalie raised her head to him again seeing the slightly uncomfortable expression on his face. "Is it what?"

Dean shrugged. "Is it you know..." Dean paused, trying to think of a better way to ask this, but really there was no other way. "...your time of the month?"

Natalie's face fell, her eyes glaring at him, though she only received a small hesitant smile from Dean. "No, it's not." Natalie laid her head back down and sighed. "Though I wished it was." Natalie murmured to herself. It would be a whole lot better than having to deal with this.

The sound of the Impala parking outside of the motel awoke both of their senses. Natalie shot up immediately, readying herself for her mind to start going all crazy once Sam walked into the room. The door opened and Sam walked in, with a briefcase in hand and Natalie was right. That feeling was starting to seep through, though, it was coming out slowly this time.

Dean looks over at Sam and eyes the briefcase curiously. "What's with the briefcase?"

"I nicked it from a demon outside of the medical center." Sam said, bringing the briefcase over to the table and set it down.

Dean and Natalie both got up from their spots and walked over to the table, though Natalie was sure to keep at least some distance between her and Sam. "What does a demon have to do with all of this?" Dean asked, examining the briefcase.

"Believe me, I got no idea." Sam answered.

Dean looked over at Sam, remembering what had happened earlier that night. "You okay?" Natalie looked over at Sam, seeing the doubtful expression on his look.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be alright." Sam answered, his eyes flicking over to Natalie, who immediately broke her gaze from him.

Dean sighed. "Well then, let's crack her open. What's the worse that could happen, right?"

Natalie side glanced over at Dean. "You know whenever someone says that, something usually does happen."

Dean looked over at Natalie, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Now you are acting like a little Debbie Downer."

Natalie rolled her eyes and watched silently as Sam tried to open the briefcase. After a few minutes, the top was finally open and a bright light shot out of the briefcase, making a quick escape. Natalie looked over at the boys then back down at the briefcase. "What the hell was that?"

"It's a human soul." The three of them turn around to find Castiel with a fast food bag in one hand and a half eaten burger in the other. "It's all starting to make sense."

"Now, what about that makes sense?" Sam asked.

"And when did you start eating?" Dean added.

"Exactly. My hunger—it's a clue, actually."

"For what?" The three of them asked.

"This town is not suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger. Starvation, to be exact—specifically—famine." Castiel took another bite out of his burger.

Natalie's brows shot up in surprise. "Wait a minute, did you just say Famine? As in the horseman?" Castiel nodded in confirmation.

Dean scoffed. "Oh yeah, well, isn't that just great."

"Wait, but, I thought that famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food." Sam said.

"Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean everyone seems to be starving for something—sex, attention, drugs, love..." Both Natalie and Sam looked at each other, both of them silently realizing what was happening to them. But, they had no idea that they both were effected in that way and Natalie bit the inside of her cheek.

"Well, that explains the puppy lovers that Cupid shot up." Dean finally said.

"Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it." Castiel responded.

"Okay, but what about you?" Dean motioned to Castiel. "I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?"

"It's my vessel—Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by famine's effect."

"So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?" Dean questioned.

Castiel nodded, finishing what was left of the burger in his hand. "And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air." Castiel takes out another burger and unwraps it. "Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims."

Natalie sucked in a breath. "So the soul that was in there." Natalie pointed to the briefcase. "Was the soul of the latest victim."

"Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine, to feed him, make certain he'll be ready."

"Ready for what?" Sam asked cautiously.

"To march across the land."

Sam lets out a breath, feeling his fingers begin to twitch due to this overwhelming craving that was taking over his body. Sam quickly walked into the bathroom, running a rag under the faucet and gently wiped his face.

Natalie watches him carefully, though she knows that she shouldn't, since just looking at him was stirring her craving. "So, Famine is the cause for all of this."

"Yes." Castiel replied, his mouth full of cheeseburger.

"So, what, this town is just gonna eat, drink and screw itself to death?" Sam called from the bathroom.

"We should stop it." Castiel said with barely any kind of enthusiasm behind his voice.

Dean gave Castiel a look and nodded his head. "Hey you know what that's a great idea. How?"

Castiel shrugged as he took another bite out of his burger. "How did you stop the last horseman you met?"

Dean turned around and walked over to his jacket, pulling out War's ring. "War got his mojo from this ring. After we cut it off, he just tucked tail and ran. And everybody that was affected, it was like they woke up out of a dream. You think famine's got a class ring, too?"

"I know he does."

"Well, okay. Let's track him down and get to chopping."

"Yeah." Castiel stands up from the bed, eyeing the empty fast food bag in his hands.

"What are you, the Hamburglar?" Dean questioned.

"I've developed a taste for ground beef."

"Well, have you even tried to stop it?"

"I'm an angel. I can stop anytime I want."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Nad you ready." Natalie nodded her head. "Sam, let's go."

Sam walked over to the door of the bathroom, the rag still in his hand. "Dean." Natalie and Dean both turn around, though, Natalie saw the look in Sam's eyes. "I, um...I can't go."

Dean looked at Sam questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"I think it got to be Dean. I think I'm hungry for it..."

"Hungry for what?"

"You know."

Dean's face fell with a hardened realization. "Demon blood? You got to be kidding me."

Natalie went to walk over to Sam, only stopping after a few steps as she began to feel her control over her craving begin to wear down. She looked up at Sam, meeting his eyes in a locked stare down. She let out a breath as she leaned against the wall.

"You've got to be him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here." Dean said to Castiel.

"It won't work. He's already infected. The hunger is just gonna travel with him."

"Well, then what do we do?"

"You go cut that bastard's finger off." Sam answered.

Dean turned to Castiel and Natalie. "You heard him, let's go."

"But, Dean. Before you go...you better, lock me down—but good."

Dean gave Sam a small nod and walked over to his bag and pulled out handcuffs and motioned Sam into the bathroom.

Natalie leaned more against the wall, feeling her heart rate begin to pick up it's pace and her head felt like it had been hit by a baseball bat. Dean better hurry up and lock Sam down. Natalie groaned as she buried her face in her hands, starting the process of taking deep breaths.

Dean closed the bathroom door and moved out of the way as Castiel pushed the dresser against the door. Dean looked over at Natalie, his brows furrowing in concern. "Nad?" Dean walked closer to her, his hand touching her shoulder.

Natalie moved back away from Dean, her hand raising out against him. "Dean...don't touch me..." Natalie huffed out, feeling her body reacting against the adrenaline she was experiencing.

Dean pulled his hand away, though he inched a little closer to Natalie. "Nad? What's wrong?"

Natalie let out a cry of frustration, running a hand down her face. "It got to me Dean."

Dean looked at Natalie, surprised, though he didn't know exactly what she could be craving for. "And what exactly are you craving?"

Natalie looked over at Dean, slowly shaking her head. "It's, uh, not important."

"No, Nad it's—'

"No, Dean!" Natalie interrupted, feeling her annoyance reaching its limits. "Go. And cut off his finger and stop this. I'll stay here. I won't be of much use out there like this. Plus, I don't like the idea of just leaving Sam alone, locked up like that."

Dean slowly nodded. He was hesitant about just leaving Sam behind, but now Natalie was going to stay here as well. He didn't like the idea at all. "All right. Well. Just hang on okay." Dean reached up to pat her shoulder, when Natalie moved away from his touch.

"Right now. Any kind of contact seems to only aggravate it." Natalie said, hoping that Dean will take the explanation.

Dean's hand hovered in place and he nodded once again, pull his hand back. "Hang in there." Natalie gave him a half hearted smile and gave him a limp thumbs up, which he only faintly smiled at.

Natalie waited for Dean and Castiel to leave the motel room, before moving from her place. She walked over to the bathroom door and leaned her back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position. Her heart rate had decreased but each beat sounded like a loud thump.

The craving was starting to become an aching need that was slowly creeping up through her body. She pulled her knees to her chest and lazily wrapped her arms around them, hoping keeping her body in a tight hold would help dim the feeling. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night.

The minutes ticked by painfully slow. Most of the time was being spent by both Natalie and Sam, who were trying to keep their focuses on taming their cravings. Natalie had kept so quiet, she realized that Sam mostly likely didn't know that she was still here.

Natalie clicked her tongue and took in a breath, deciding to try and spark up a conversation with Sam, thinking that it might help with both of their issues. "Sam." Natalie leaned to her left towards the door and she heard the sound of the handcuffs clattering against each other.

"Hey, um. I decided to stay here, with you. I thought maybe it would be easier for you if someone was around." Natalie rested her head against the paneling of the doorway's frame, listening to Sam moving his hands causing the handcuffs to clatter.

"You didn't have to." Sam's voice came through mumbled, but it was still easily audible for Natalie.

"Yeah, I did. I didn't like the thought of just leaving you like this...caged up." Natalie closed her eyes, feeling that her control was about to slip and she pulled her legs closer to her chest, her arms tightening their hold around her legs. "How are you doing? Though, that's probably a stupid question."

"I-I'm...not good, Nad. It's...it's getting stronger." Sam's voice was strained as he tried to maintain his control over his hunger.

Natalie sighed sadly. "What do you need me to do?"

"T-talk to me." Sam simply stated.

Natalie let out a laugh and bit down on her lip. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well...tell me something about yourself. We've been traveling with you for a while and there are still some things we don't know."

Natalie huffed, "Well, I'm not all that interesting." Natalie could hear the faint sound of Sam laughing and that only made her smile.

"There's got to be something...really anything."

Natalie sighed and thought for a moment. There wasn't anything about her that was interesting. Most of that had to deal with her family, actually. "Well, I was actually born in Massachusetts, so were Mari and Drew. We lived in Dennis, which was right near Cape Cod."

"Did you have an accent? It doesn't seem like you do now."

"We moved from Massachusetts to where my last house was in Iowa, when I was ten. I was able to kind of grow out of it. It was easy for me, but not for Mari or Drew." Natalie's arms began to loosen around her legs and it caused her to immediately tighten them. "My Aunt Clara and her husband lived not to far from us."

"Your Aunt was married?"

"Yeah. He died when I was eight." Natalie felt her mood waver at the memory of her uncle's passing. "But, he and Aunt Clara had a boat that they kept docked at the Cape. And everyday we would all pile on the boat and just tour the bay. They even let me steer it every once in a while."

Natalie heard Sam laugh an actual genuine laugh. It wasn't laced with his struggle against his hunger, it was a laugh that was filled with a true moment of delight.

"You at the wheel of a boat. I don't believe it." Though Sam's voice was laced with a joking disbelief.

Natalie laughed and turned her head towards the door. "Hey, don't make fun of me. I was a great boat driver." Natalie responded, with the sarcasm evident in her voice.

Sam's laugh slowly died down. "I'm not making fun of you. But, I would have paid to see that."

Natalie's smile grew at Sam's words. "You know. I haven't been there since we moved. We never went back to visit our friends there. It was almost like my family completely forgot our lives in Dennis."

The two of them fell silent, the conversation had weighed down on Natalie. She hadn't thought about Massachusetts in years. The boat, the Cape, how much she loved feeling the wind against her face and the feeling of sand in between her toes. When they moved to Iowa, she promised herself that she would always remember Dennis, but slowly, over the years, she pushed all of it to the back of her mind.

Natalie soon heard the door to the motel room unlock and her head peered out from the side of the dresser. The door suddenly slammed open, causing Natalie to jump to her feet.

"Nad! What was that?" Sam's voice called out.

Natalie was faced with three people; one woman and the other two were males. "What are you doing here?" Their eyes turned black and Natalie sighed heavily. "Oh great, just what I need."

One of the men approached Natalie, though she knew that in her current state, she wouldn't be able to fight him appropriately. She had no way in defending herself, Castiel and Dean had taken Ruby's knife with them. Natalie casted a few hesitant side glances towards the bag that was sitting near the table at the front of the room, thinking that there must be something in there that could help her, then made a break for it. She felt the man grab onto her shoulders and threw her across the room.

The impact of her body caused a dent to appear in the wall. Natalie's body fell to the ground and she numbly rolled herself onto her side. She looked up to see the woman demon moving the dresser out of the way and she rose to her feet. "No, don't!" Natalie made a charge for her, only to have the demon who attacked her, grab her from behind and tossed her to the other side of the room.

Natalie grunted as her body fell onto the ground and rolled herself onto her hand and knees. She looked up again seeing Sam was fighting the demons in the bathroom. She knelt up on one of her knees and felt the demon grab onto her arms and hoisting her to her feet. He dragged her over near the bathroom and held her as Sam tackled the woman demon out of the bathroom and onto the glass table, causing shards to scatter across the floor.

Sam grabbed a piece of broken glass and stabbed the demon in her throat. Natalie's eyes widened once she realized what he was doing. "Sam! No!" Natalie called out only to watch in horror as he began to drink the blood from her neck wound.

Natalie began to viciously fight against the demons hold, feeling his hands tightening his grip on her arms. Though the woman demon called for them to get Sam off of her. The demon threw Natalie to the ground, kicking her in the stomach as a good measure, before charging after Sam.

Natalie felt her body shake with a coughing fit from the kick, as her arm cradled her throbbing stomach. She looked up at Sam, seeing him using his powers to fling one of the demons against the wall and then turn his attention to the other one, doing the same thing.

"Wait your turn." Sam seethed as he looked over at Natalie. All he saw was a horrified expression on her face. He felt his entire mindset begin to crumble at the fact that she had now seen him at his lowest point. Sam turned back to the woman demon, drinking up as much as he could.

Natalie would be lying if she said that she didn't feel sick. She was petrified at the sight of Sam drinking blood from a demon and it scared the hell out of her. She knew that he had this problem, but she never actually saw him drink it and she never wanted to. But, that was out the window now.

She pushed herself up a little and looked around, seeing the other demons were indisposed for the time being. That was one thing she didn't really have to worry about. But, she looked back over at Sam, seeing him practically devour the demon.

Sam stood up, his chest heaved with his heavy breathing, as he looked at the three demons and then looked down at Natalie. He wanted to try and say something reassuring to her, but what could he say. Nothing will justify what she just witness him do and it made him feel like a monster.

Natalie looked at the woman demon, some of the blood still seeping out of her neck wound then looked back up at Sam. Natalie pushed herself up into a sitting position, her eyes still glued on Sam. "S-sam..."

Sam slowly backed his way towards the motel room door and quickly made his way out. Natalie scurried to her feet, leaning against the wall for support to help get her balance in line. "Sam!" She called out as she stumbled towards the door, resting against the doorway paneling, trying to catch her breath. She could see Sam quickly making his way towards town and she knew he was going for Dean. Natalie took in a breath and pushed her way out of the motel room. "Sam!"

Natalie had full use of her balance and she was no longer struggling to keep herself up on her feet. Being thrown around like that by the demon messed with up her back and she knew she was going to feel the after effects from it. She stopped near a grocers store and scanned the streets, just in time to see Sam slip into a diner. "Got you." Natalie quickly made her way across the street and down the sidewalk.

Upon reaching the diner she threw open the door, seeing Sam standing before more demons, Dean, Castiel and what appeared to be Famine.

"Go ahead, cut their throats. Have at them!" Famine called out.

"Sammy, dont!" Dean responded.

Natalie watches as Sam raised his hand and the demons slowly begin to pour out of their hosts, all at the same time. Natalie looked up at Dean, seeing the same look of horror, she presumed was on her face.

Sam finally lowers his hand. "No."

"Fine. If you don't want them, then I'll have them." Famine soon begins to devour the five demon souls that Sam had just pulled out. Sam then steps forward and extends his hand. "I'm a Horseman, Sam. Your power doesn't work on me."

Sam smirked at these words. "No. But it will work on them." Famine began to squirm in his seat, clearly being effected by Sam's powers. His mouth looks almost as if it was ripped open as the demon souls explode out of him. Famine slumps in his chair and Sam slowly lowers his hand, leaving Dean, Natalie and Castiel speechless.

Natalie leaned against one of the wooden columns, her face was ashen and her entire body was slumped in it's posture. From being thrown around by a demon and having to deal with her craving due to Famine, her body had taken a real beating.

"Let me out of here, please! Help!" Sam began to scream from the panic room. Dean brings a bottle to his lips and takes a huge drink from it.

"Dean, that's not really him in there." Castiel said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Dean! Please, help me!"

"Dean, Sam just needs to get it out of his system that's all."

"Listen, I just, uh... I need to get some air." Dean turned around and walked up the basement stairs, leaving Castiel and Natalie to deal with Sam's screams.

Natalie rested her head against the column, closing her eyes to try and block out Sam's screams, though it was no use. Natalie pushed against the column and walked over to the panic room door. Her hand raised and pressed against the cold metal. "Nad! Help me! Please! Nad, Please!" Natalie pressed her forehead against the door, and her composure broke as Sam's pleas soon turned into painful, distraught, cries.

Castiel walked up behind Natalie and hesitantly placed his hand on her shoulder, though she didn't turn around to look at him. "It will pass, Natalie."

Natalie slowly nodded her head, knowing that it was really the only thing that she had to hold onto. Castiel's words were the only thing that was keeping her from thinking the worse out of this. He'll get through this. He has to.

So how did you all like it? What did you think of Sam/Nad little conversation there? How about Natalie's craving? Don't forget to leave me a review! Xx