Hunger (Destiel One Shot)

Hunger

A/N: I am currently rewatching Supernatural, and while watching 5x14 I got this idea. Don't know if it's accurate, but I thought it was cute. Contains some Destiel angst and fluff.

I do not own the Supernatural characters, the original story line or the picture used in the cover.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

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One of the perks of fighting the apocalypse was the additional encounter with four horsemen. They were just a fun bunch of chaos and destruction, and the Winchester brothers just happened to be the ones that had to deal with them.

Yay.

So far, they had dealt with War and nicked its ring. If it wasn't for that bold move of cutting his finger off, the two brothers surely wouldn't have survived that day. Well, the angels would've brought them back anyways, because Sam and Dean were two large puzzle pieces to make the apocalypse happen. Hell, Dean had broken the first seal, Sam the last and they were Michael's and Lucifer's true vessels. That whole Armageddon was based on a crappy prophecy, and the angels were too brainwashed to write their own story. One that didn't exterminate half of the world. Dependent bastards.

So, they had dealt with War. What begun as a slightly weird hunt, - then again, what was weird at this point - turned out to be another one of these horsemen that didn't even ride horses for God's sake. They stumbled across Famine, the horseman of hunger. The food merchant. Because of him, Castiel - or well, Jimmy - had been craving 'red meat' and Sam's unhealthy desire for demon blood had resurfaced. Dean, on the other hand, hadn't been effected at all.

Dean was thankful that Castiel couldn't die from over-consumption, at least not that he knew of, because Dean had developed - respect for him. Gratitude. And maybe the vessel was kind of hot, but that thought had never escaped his mouth. Sam was currently chained to a bathroom sink, the door blocked by a closet that Castiel had moved with his mojo. That may or may not also have been hot.

God damn it, maybe Dean was hungry for something.

Castiel and Dean had come up with a plan. Well, a plan that failed miserably because when Dean got himself beaten by two demons and was dragged into the diner, he found Castiel on the floor,  eating like it was his last day on earth. Dean frowned worriedly. Oh no, Cas.

"What did you do to him?" he asked the horseman, who looked like - he didn't mean to sound ironic, but he looked like he got dragged out of Hell. He knew that he stood no chance against the being, but hey, he was Dean Winchester. This was just how he rolled. Besides, he was really pissed off that the guy was able to torment Castiel like this.

"He was such a dog on me so I threw him a steak," Famine slurred. Dean rolled his eyes, squirming in the embrace of the two spawns that held his arms tightly. Nope, getting out wasn't an option.

"So, this is your big trick? Making people coo-coo for Coco pops?" he snarled. He was honestly lucky that the horseman hadn't already killed him. Instead, the - thing began to explain his tactics.

"Doesn't take much. Hardly a push. Oh, America. All you can eat, all of the time. Consume, consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants, and yet you're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul," Famine replied. His voice sounded even more sickening than his appearance. Gross.

"It doesn't seem to be coming from mine," Dean replied smugly. The horseman eyed him shortly, nodding slowly. In that moment, Dean once again decided that it would've been better if he had just kept his mouth shut.

"Yes, I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?" the horseman hummed. Dean ignored the strong urge he felt to free himself and run towards Castiel, to pull him away from the food, the diner in general and take care of him. Instead, he smiled brightly.