These omens are prelude to what? - The four horsemen.
And which one rides the red horse? War.
- You can't kill War, kiddos. Oh, we know.
The ring. The ring!
You can't stop thinking about it.
Ever since you saw it dripping off the blade of that knife.
Blood. Blood.
Blood.
I'm not some junkie. Really?
I think that the Dean and Sam story sucks.
It is not fun. It's not entertaining.
It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nuthouse.
How many you have to save? - AII.
- How do you get up in the morning? - Good question.
I'm just tired, man. I'm done.
I am just done.
First date.
I had a really good time tonight, Russell.
Alice.
Can I see you again?
Sunday maybe?
I just don't wanna be alone on Valentine's Day again.
I know what you mean.
I'm sorry. I just... I don't want you to think I'm the type of person who just...
No, I should apologize. It's...
Oh, God.
- I respect the crap out of you right now. - Shut up.
Your neck.
I think I bit you.
It's okay. It's good.
I've been so alone.
So empty.
I know. Me too.
I want you, Russell.
All of you.
- Inside me. - Yes.
So you were the one who found the bodies?
There was blood everywhere and other stuff.
I think Alice was already dead.
But Russell wasn't?
I think he was, mostly.
Except he was still sort of chewing a little.
Oh...
Uh-huh.
How could two people even do that?
Eat each other to death?
It's a really good question.
Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?
- How do you mean? - I mean, did she seem unusually hostile?
- Aggressive? - No way.
Alice never drank. Never even swore.
She was a nice girl And I'm talking, like, a nice girl.
She still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean.
- She was a virgin? - No premarital.
I used to wonder how she did it.
I mean, you know, didn't do it.
It was her first date in months.
She was so excited.
Apparently, they were both pretty excited.
- How did it go? - Oh.
No EMF, no sulphur.
Ghost possession and demonic possession...
...are probably out.
- Huh, that's where I was putting my money. - Nope.
Well, then what, then?
Dude, at the coroner's, you didn't see these bodies.
I mean, these two started eating and they just kept going.
I mean, their stomachs were full.
Like Thanksgiving dinner full.
Talk about codependent.
Well, I mean, we got our feelers out.
Not much more we can do tonight.
All right. I'm just gonna go through some files.
- You can go ahead and get going. - Sorry?
Go ahead. Unleash the kraken.
See you tomorrow morning.
- Where am I going? - Dean, it's Valentine's Day.
Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it?
- Unattached drifter Christmas. - Yeah.
Oh, yeah. Well.
Be that as it may, I don't know.
I guess I'm not feeling it this year.
So you're not into bars full of Ionely women?
No, I guess not.
- What? - It's when a dog doesn't eat.
That's when you know something is really wrong.
Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted.
Nothing is wrong. Are we gonna work or what?
Ouch.
- You even proofing this thing, Jimbo? - Sorry?
Tell me you are not checking your cell phone again.
- She's got you on a leash. - I'm not on a leash.
- She just wants to know where I am. - She wants to know you're whipped.
- It's not like that. - Oh, yeah. It's like:
- Brad, just give me two minutes. No, man. No.
I'm the project leader. And I'm not gonna half-ass it...
...because my wingman has gone mental over some chick he met a week ago.
Jim?
Holy crap.
Where were you?
I know. It's just I had to...
You can't choose work over me, Jim.
I won't, Janice. I'm sorry.
Whoa, whoa. Jimbo, due respect, but honestly, bro:
What are we gonna do, Jimmy?
I don't know, baby.
Seems like whatever we do, something is always gonna keep us apart.
Work, family, sleep.
Now prison maybe.
Maybe.
But I think I have an idea.
How we can stay together forever.
- You okay? - Yeah. I'm fine.
Agent Marley, you just can't stay away.
- You tagged another double suicide. - I just finished closing.
This is my partner, Special Agent Cliff.
Agent Cliff. Finished my prelims.
I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples.
- Mind if we take a look? Not at all.
But like I said, their good-and-plenties are already Tupperwared.
Super.
Just leave the keys with Marty.
And please, gentlemen, refrigerate after opening.
Hey.
Be my Valentine?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second.
These hearts both have identical marks.
Check this out.
It looks like some kind of letter.
Oh, no.
What?
I think it's Enochian.
You mean like angel scratches?
So it's like the tagging on our ribs?
Dean, I don't know.
Oh, hell.
Cass, it's Dean.
Yeah. Room 31C, basement level, St. James Medical Center.
I'm there now.
Yeah, I get that.
I'm gonna hang up now.
Right.
You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks.
I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well.
So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?
It's a mark of union.
This man and woman were intended to mate.
Okay. But who put them there?
Well, your people call them cupid.
A what?
What human myth has mistaken for cupid...
...is actually a lower order of angel.
Technically it's a cherub, third class.
- A cherub? Yeah.
They're all over the world, dozens of them.
You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?
They're not incontinent.
Anyway, so, what you're saying is...
What I'm saying is a cupid has gone rogue...
...and we have to stop him before he kills again.
Naturally.
Of course we do.
Just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?
This place is a nexus of human reproduction.
It's exactly the kind of...
Of garden the cupid will come to pollinate.
Wait a minute. You're not hungry.
No.
What? I'm not hungry.
Then you're not gonna finish that?
He's here.
Where? I don't see anything.
There.
Same-side-of-the-booth couple over there?
Meet me in the back.
Cass, where is he?
I have him tethered.
Manifest yourself.
So where is he?
Here I am.
- Help! - Oh, help is on the way.
Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
Hello, you.
- This is Cupid? - Yes.
- And look at you, huh? - No.
- Yes. No, no, no.
Yes, yes, yes.
- Is this a fight? Are we in a fight? - This is their handshake.
- I don't like it. - No one likes it.
What can I do for you?
- Why are you doing this? - Doing what?
Your targets, the ones you've marked, they're slaughtering each other.
What?
- They are? - Listen, birthday suit. We know.
We know you been flitting around, popping people with a poisoned arrow...
...making them murder each other. - What we don't know is why.
You think that l...?
Well...
I don't know what to say.
Should...?
Should somebody maybe go talk to him?
Yeah, that's a good idea. Give him hell, Cass.
Um, look.
We didn't mean to, um...
Hurt your feelings.
Love is more than a word to me, you know? L...
I love love. I love it. If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right.
Yes, yes. Of course. L...
- I have no idea what you're saying. - I was just on my appointed rounds.
What my targets do after that, that's nothing to do with me.
I was following my orders.
Please, brother. Read my mind.
Read my mind. You'll see.
He's telling the truth.
Jiminy Christmas, thank you.
Wait, wait. You said...
You said you were just following orders. Whose orders?
Heaven, silly. Heaven.
Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?
Mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies.
- Like yours. - What?
The union of John and Mary Winchester...
...very big deal upstairs. Top priority arrangement.
Are you saying you fixed up our parents?
Well, not me, but yeah.
Oh, it wasn't easy. Couldn't stand each other at first.
When we were done with them, perfect couple.
- Perfect? - Yeah.
They're dead.
I'm sorry, but the orders were very clear.
You and Sam needed to be born.
Your parents were just meant to be.
A match made in heaven.
Heaven
Son of a bitch.
Where is he?
- Where did he go? - I believe you upset him.
- Upset him? - Dean, enough.
- What? - You just punched a cupid.
I punched a dick.
Um...
Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately or not?
Or not.
You said you wanna hear about any other weird ones.
Okay.
Lester Finch.
I pulled his records.
This gentleman used to weigh 400 pounds or so until a gastric bypass...
...which brought down his weight considerably.
Then for some reason, last night, he decided to go on a Twinkie binge.
So he died from a Twinkie binge?
Well, after he blew out the band around his stomach...
...he filled it up until it burst.
When he could no longer swallow...
...he started jamming the cakes down his gullet with a...
With a toilet brush.
Like he was ramrodding a cannon.
So, what do you make of it?
I'd say that it was a very peculiar thing to do.
So this guy was not marked by Cupid, but his death is definitely suspicious.
I just went through the police blotter and counting him, that's eight suicides...
...since Wednesday and 19 ODs. Way out of the seasonal batting average.
Yeah. If there's a pattern here, it ain't just love.
It's a lot bigger than we thought.
Yeah, all right. I'll see you in 10. - Yeah. Okay.
I know what you are, damn it.
I could smell you.
Winchester.
What the hell's a demon got to do with this anyway?
Believe me, I got no idea.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be all right.
Let's crack her open.
I mean, what's the worst that could happen, right?
- What the hell was that? That was a human soul.
It's starting to make sense.
Now, what about that makes sense?
And when did you start eating?
Exactly. My hunger. It's a clue, actually.
For what?
This town isn't suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect.
It's suffering from hunger.
Starvation, to be exact. Specifically, Famine.
Famine?
As in the horseman?
Great. That's freaking great.
I thought Famine meant starvation, like, as in, you know, food.
Yes. Absolutely.
But not just food.
Everyone seems to be starving for something: Sex, attention...
...drugs, love.
That explains the puppy-Iovers that Cupid shot up.
Right. The cherub made them crave love...
...and then Famine came and made them rabid for it.
But what about you?
Since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?
It's my vessel.
Jimmy.
His appetite for red meat has been touched...
...by Famine's effect.
So Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?
And then will come Famine, riding on a black steed.
He will ride into the land of plenty.
And great will be the horseman's hunger...
... for he is hunger.
His hunger will seep out and poison the air.
Hungry.
Famine is hungry.
He must devour the souls of his victims.
That's what was in the briefcase.
The Twinkie dude's soul?
Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine...
...to feed him, make certain he'll be ready.
Ready for what?
To march across the land.
Hungry.
Sam Winchester.
The vessel. He's here.
- Where? - At the hospital.
We fought, but he got away. L...
I got this off him.
Good. Yes.
After lunch.
Now, where is it?
- Sorry? - The one who loves cream cake so.
Where is his soul?
I'm sorry. No. The... Winchester took the case from me.
He had the knife. L...
I lost it.
But I'm hungry!
I'll get another.
I won't be 10 minutes.
Hungry now!
Delicious.
Famine.
Yes.
So this whole town is just gonna eat, drink and screw itself to death?
We should stop it.
Hey, that's a great idea. How?
How did you stop the last horseman you met?
War got his mojo from this ring.
After we cut it off, he just tucked-tail and ran.
Everybody affected here, it was like they woke up out of a dream.
- You think Famine's got a class ring too? - I know he does.
Well, okay. Let's track him down and get to chopping.
Yeah.
What are you, the Hamburglar? Developed a taste for ground beef.
Have you even tried to stop it?
I'm an angel. I can stop anytime I want.
Whatever. Sam, let's roll.
Dean.
L...
I can't.
I can't go.
- What do you mean? - I think it got to me, Dean.
I think I'm hungry for it.
Hungry for what?
You know.
Demon blood?
You gotta be kidding me. You get him out of here.
Beam him to Montana. Anywhere but here.
Won't work. He's already infected. Hunger's gonna travel with him.
Well, then what do we do?
You go cut that bastard's finger off.
- You heard him. But, Dean...
...before you go, you better...
You better lock me down.
But good.
Just hang in there. We'll be back as soon as we can.
Be careful.
And hurry.
Hey, Marty.
Is Dr. Corman around?
You haven't heard?
Heard what?
The guy's been dry for the last 20 years.
But this morning, he left work, went home and drank himself to death.
It's Famine.
- Pardon? - Would you give us a minute, please?
- Sure. - Thanks.
Crap.
I really kind of liked this guy.
They haven't harvested his soul yet.
Well, if we wanna play Follow The Soul to get to Famine...
...our best shot starts with the doc here.
Are you serious?
These make me very happy.
- How many is that? - Lost count.
It's in the low hundreds.
What I don't understand is where is your hunger, Dean?
Huh?
Slowly but surely, everyone in this town is falling prey to Famine.
But so far, you seem unaffected.
When I wanna drink, I drink.
When I want sex, I go get it.
Same goes for a sandwich or a fight.
So you're saying you're just well-adjusted?
God, no. I'm just well-fed.
Look. There.
Guys?
Guys, what happened?
I don't think it worked.
I think I'm still...
- Still hungry. - Look at this.
Someone trussed you up for us?
The boss says we can't kill you.
I bet we can break off a few pieces.
Get him off! Get him off!
Wait your turn.
Demons.
You wanna go over the plan again?
Hey, Happy Meal.
The plan.
I take the knife...
...I go in, cut off the ring-hand of Famine and I meet you back here.
Well, that sounds foolproof.
This is taking too long.
Cass?
Cass.
The other Mr. Winchester.
What did you do to him?
You sicced your dog on me. I just threw him a steak.
So this is your big trick, huh?
Making people cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?
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.
It doesn't seem to be coming from mine.
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.
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.
Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, 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.
Let him go.
Sam.
Sammy, no.
Stop!
No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy.
Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you.
You sent?
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.
- Have at them. Sammy, no!
Please, be my guest.
No.
Well.
Fine.
If you don't want them...
...then I'll have them.
I'm a horseman, Sam.
Your power doesn't work on me.
You're right.
But it will work on them.
Help. Help!
Dean!
Cass. If you're out there, please, help!
That's not him in there.
Not really.
Dean, help me. - I know.
Cass!
Dean, Sam just has to get it out of his system, and then he'Il...
- Listen, I just... Please!
- I just need to get some air. Cass!
Please.
I can't...
I need some help.
Please.