Famine had slowly taken over the town. Lovers were eating each other, dying together, people were gorging until their stomachs literally exploded. It was all strange to Dean. He hadn't really felt any sort of pull towards anything yet. Maybe to you, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He'd noticed you clinging to him more though, and he assumed it was just Famine getting to you. The three of you had gone back to the motel to figure out where Famine might be hiding out, Sam barely concentrating due to his newfound hunger for demon blood, and you barely withstanding being five feet away from Dean.

"You're doin' so well, baby."

Dean murmurs, glancing up at you as he reads. He'd asked you to try and focus on something else for a while so he could actually get work done, not that he minded your affection, but Famine was really making you go overboard today.

"Almost over."

He adds with a sigh, feeling so bad for you. You looked so miserable, your head buried hallways into his sweater he'd given you, peeking up to look at him every few minutes. It broke his heart, but he had to get this sorted out. He was the only one of the three of you that wasn't suffering from hunger.