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Castiel doesn't need to eat, but Dean does. It's difficult to scavenge for sustenance when nothing's edible. There's no native fauna, not counting once-human monsters. The only flora's the weird trees Dean's been reduced to chewing the bark off. Castiel knows Dean won't survive much longer...
Dean woke to the smell of cooking.
"Here, eat this," Castiel ordered, crouched over a campfire.
Dean devoured the hunk of blackened meat without even thinking about it.
"What was it?" he asked at last, still salivating. "Tasted like pork?"
An agonized, guilty look flashed across Castiel's face. "Yes, it's... long pig," he replied.