Once upon a time, Sam was in the panic room. His guts dripped down the salt encrusted walls. He exploded recently, from lack of demon blood. Dean knew the only way to fix this mess was to give him more demon blood, but he almost like to watch Sam suffer. He walked away in a dusty windstorm and left Sam all alone. In the panic room, Sam was lying on the pinstriped bed, handcuffed to the bedposts. The room stank of his insides that were plastered to the wall; along with the stench of the demon blood he threw up, making him hungrier for more.
"Help!" Sam screamed out. "He-!" his words were cut off by the sound of something running into the panic room door. Someone. "H-hello?" Sam stuttered out. His question was soon responded to by a crusty voice.
"Are you hungry, Sam Winchester?" The figure appeared a silhouette in the doorway. "I'm hungry for you."
"Shit," Sam cursed aloud. He would know that voice anywhere. "Show your face, Famine!"
Famine began to creep out of the shadows, his gaze intense. He wheeled in on his wheelchair, dressed in a pink t-shirt with tiny salmon on it. "I did it for you, baby," he whispered. Famine wheeled himself over to a radio sitting on the table near the bed, turning it on. The song playing happened to be from Fifty Shades of Grey. "Mm... This will set the mood," he raised his eyebrow suggestively, wheeling himself back over to where Sam was chained up. "Baby, I'm preying on you tonight..." Famine growled.
Sam looked over at Famine, smirking. "Last time someone looked at me like that, Famine, I got laid."
Famine shivered. "Baby I'm so turned on right now," he breathed. "I'm so wet."
Sam grinned. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he sang out like Ellie Goulding.
Famine didn't need to be told twice. All of a sudden, Famine flung himself out of his wheelchair and on top of Sam. He ripped Sam's shirt and pants off of him, moaning hungrily. "Baby, can you screw off my bottle cap?"
"You bet I can," Sam groaned in pleasure. Sam had always wanted to please a human raisin. The first day he saw Famine, he knew that he wanted him. He was hungry for Famine. He was forced to pull the dark smoke out of him because Dean was there, but all Sam wanted to do was get Famine in bed, everything off.
Sam half expected Famine to tell him how pretty he was, but instead, Famine whispered, "Baby, I'm gonna hunt you down and eat you alive." Sam was so aroused, lying on the panic room bed, Famine on top of him.
Suddenly, they heard the stairs outside of the panic room start to creak. The door swung open and Dean stood, gun at the ready. He dropped the gun in surprise. "WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL," he shouted. "Cas, baby! Come here!"
A half-naked Cas appeared next to Dean. Cas' eyes widened when he saw Sam and Famine on the bed.
"WHAT?! Thank god we didn't miss out on the good stuff!" Cas exclaimed.
"What?" Sam gasped. "You would do that for me?"
"Not without me, bitches," a voice came from the panic room entrance. Heads swiveled.
"Anne Marie?" Dean gasped.
"Bitch, don't act like you don't know me, I don't come until season ten."
"Eh, whatever, I don't even see why I would like you," Dean muttered. And at that, Anne Marie snapped her own neck and fell to the ground.
"THANK GOD!" everyone chimed in. Suddenly, Cas flung his five-foot dick (roman) around Dean's neck, suffocating him.
"Ah babe, what are you doing?!" Dean screamed in pleasure.
"All this Fifty Shades of Grey music has got me all kinky," he whispered. "I want to slam into you until you're begging for mercy."
