Supernatural: Savior

Chapter 6

Cass and Dean had watched Biggerson's light up like a light bulb.

Then Cass clutched his head and said, "Faith's calling me."

"How," Dean asked.

"She's screaming Enochian. It's her grace. He's pulled it out of her."

"Let's go," Dean said.

"Dean, wait; Famine's hunger. You'll be tempted, stay here. I'll do it," Cass said.

"Are you kidding? That's my sister," Dean protested.

"And that's my fiancé in there. Stay here and I promise you I will bring her back," Castiel said. Dean didn't have time to respond because Cass was gone. When Cass didn't come back immediately, Dean got out of the car.

"This is taking too long," he said. He grabbed his knife and gun and walked into Biggerson's. The lights were off and there were dead bodies everywhere. But, one of the bodies stood out to Dean. It was Faith. Dean ran to her side and started to shake her, "Faith, wake up! Faith!"

"She won't wake up," a man said behind him. Dean stood up and turned around to find Famine.

"Where's her grace," Dean demanded.

Famine patted his stomach, "Delicious, it was. And her fiancé will be next." Dean looked behind Famine to see Cass. He was sitting on the floor devouring raw, red meat.

"Cass!" Dean yelled.

"It's useless, Dean. He won't respond. Angel or not, his vessel will crave what it wants because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul."

"Funny, it doesn't seem to be coming from mine," Dean responded.

"Yes, I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?"

"I like to think it's because of my strength of character."

"I disagree," Famine said. Then, he moved his wheelchair towards Dean. Dean started to back away, but was restrained by two demons. Famine stopped in front of him and put his hand on Dean's chest. Dean grunted and winced. "Yes I see. My, that's one deep, dark nothing you got there Dean. Can't fill it can you? Not with food or drink, not even with sex."

"Oh you're so full of crap," Dean said.

Famine smiled, "Oh you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother and sister, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are. How defeated; you can't win and you know it. But you just keep fighting; just keep going through the motions. You're not hungry Dean because inside, you're already dead." Dean stared at him.

"Let him go," someone said behind them. Dean looked towards the door to find Sam.

"Sam," Famine said.

"Sammy no," Dean said. Sam had blood all over his lips and chin. Two other demons appeared and started walking towards Sam.

"Stop!" Famine yelled, "No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy. Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you."

"You sent," Sam asked.

"Don't worry; you're not like everyone else. You'll never die from drinking too much. You're the exception that proves the rule. Just the way Satan wanted you to be. So, cut their throats." The two demons looked at each other in confusion. "Have at them," Famine offered.

"Sammy no," Dean said.

"Please, be my guest!" Sam sighed and then took a deep breath. He raised his hand and every demon in the room started to leave their vessels. The demon smoke all went into the middle of the room, near the floor. Each vessel dropped to the ground with a thunk.