Sam Winchester was on his laptop, sitting at the finished, wooden table in their motel room. He looked over at Dean, laying on his belly and clutching his pillow, still asleep. Sam went over to wake him up.

"Dean?" he asked to see if he was awake. No response. "Dean. Get up."

The older brother pretended to be sound asleep to catch a few extra minutes, but Sam knew how he was. Dean groaned and rolled onto his back, struggling to open his eyes.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," the taller one joked. Dean sighed and used all of his groggy strength to push himself up. He glanced over at Sam's stuff, figuring he had been doing research all morning, like he usually did.

"So I got more on the horsemen. We already smoked War, but we don't know what else is coming. The other three are Death, Pestilence, and I'm pretty sure what we should be looking out for now is Famine," he informed Dean. He swung his legs off the bed and walked over to where he was, grabbing a T shirt and pulling it over his shoulders before speaking up.

"How do you know that?" he asked, his voice a bit husky. Sam pulled his desktop over to where his brother could see and pulled up an article on it.

"Here, it says that one usually followed. After Pestilence was War, then Famine and Death. So, we should be expecting it." Dean was not looking forward to this.

"What do we gotta do to find this guy? More importantly, how do we know it's him?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged.

"I guess the same way we found War. He had on a ring."

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The boys packed their weapons and left, heading straight for where Ellen was to tell her about this horseman thing. On their way, they noticed things weren't as bad as they had been, but people were flooding the stores in the area. They walked in to investigate what the hell was going on.

After walking into one of the markets, they noticed everyone was eating like crazy, stuffing bag after bag of food in their mouths. They began to wonder if they were too late. The cash register closest to the door was hiding underneath his stand in fear, and the brothers walked over to him.

"Sir? Sir, we're Federal Agents. We aren't like them," Dean assured the man.

"What happened?" followed Sam.

The man stopped shivering and mustered enough courage to speak. "They're monsters! I don't know why but they can't stop eating. This has been going on all morning!" he wheezed.

They began to see what was going on, but they had no way of knowing who Famine was using as a meatsuit. "So all they've been doing is eating?" Sam asked.

"Yes!" the man whimpered. They looked at each other and stood back up, looking at the ravenous mess of people. They decided to leave to do more research on the topic. On the way out, both of them started to get hungry...

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"So it says here that Fa-" Sam started, interrupted by a low moan coming from Dean's general area. "Dude," he chuckled, "was that your.. Stomach?"

Dean cringed as it sounded again, leaning over a bit. "Yes," he whined. "I'm starving, man."

"Uh, yeah. Sounds like it," the youngest said, scoffing. He shook his head before trying to get back to his research, when his stomach rumbled loudly as well.

"You don't sound too good either," Dean remarked. Sam held his stomach, surprised at how loud it was.

"What the hell?" he stuttered, listening to the heaps of growls coming from both of their stomachs. "You don't think famine- got to us? Do you?"

Dean pondered the thought, hardly able to think over his unbearable hunger pangs. "What if he did?" he figured, wincing in pain as his stomach let out another painful, empty gurgle. "Well, we gotta eat something," he got up and started to the door. Sam followed him.

"Stop, Dean," he called out. Dean rolled his eyes and turned around.

"What is it, now?"

"You saw what happened to those other people. I read up on it. Lore said the more people ate, the more food was taken away. If we eat, we'll just get hungrier and hungrier until we eventually die from starvation."

"Dude. You can't possibly believe that crap. Listen to you! You literally sound like the living portrayal of an Ewok," Dean said, referencing to how loud Sam's stomach had gotten.

"I'm a bigger guy, Dean," he said, putting his hands on his hips.

"By what, a few inches?"

"Whatever. We're not eating."

Dean still hardly believed him, but it was probably worth it this time. He was already in misery. The last thing he wanted was to have it worse.

(Sorry I had to end soon. Please tell me if you want the second half. Thanks!)