Character: Hunger

After a good dinner one can forgive anyone. Even his enemies.

There are many bad, a little boring.

- Hi all! - I shook hands limply.
- Oh... - was heard from the side. - Who are you?
- Horsemen of Apocalypse - Famine chuckled, seeing the skinny boy with glasses, clutching her folder of documents, - Famine, War, Death and pestilence. It was the Intern.
- Cursac, - neigh War...

- They need a little bit. Is a little push. Oh, America, you can eat to satiety. To consume, to consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet, you're satisfied, because hunger hurts not only your mortal body and your soul.
- A touching story, that's just not me.
Yes. I noticed. And you're not wondering why you're not in my presence?
Well, I would like to believe that it's all thanks to my iron will.
- You have inside, only the impenetrable darkness. There is a void, Dean. And you can't do anything to fill it, not with food or drink. Not even with sex.
- Fuck you in the ass!
- Can you make jokes, clown around, lie to your brother and yourself, but not to me. I can see inside you, Dean. I can see that you're broken... lost hope. You realize you can't win, but still spoiling for a fight. Continue to wallow in inertia. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside you're already dead.