Disclaimer: Sorry, but I can't claim to own Supernatural.

War leaned against his old cherry red Mustang in a nearly empty Home Depot parking lot. It was the middle of the night, his eyes were glazed, and he was rolling a marble around his left hand's fingers. The only hand of which had all five of them attached now. He had a look of deep contemplation on his face as he waited patiently for his three other siblings to arrive.

He stared off in front of him, not shifting his eyes, or blinking for that matter. He wasn't as eager to see them that day as he had anticipated he would for the last two thousand years. Sure, he hoped that at least one of his siblings would help him with his ring dilemma, but he wasn't exactly eager to tell them that he lost it because two mere mortals cut off his right ring finger. Yes, they were the vessels for two of the most powerful beings that ever existed (excluding God), but they were still only humans. So all in all, he was going to end up getting chewed up by them because of it.

Even thought he honestly didn't want to tell them about it, he would anyway. Why? Because, to him, if peace on Earth was really going to come after all of this was over, he was just going to have to binge now. Unlike his brother, Death, who seemed to be everybody's favorite, War needed a weapon. So, War was just going to have to suck it up and tell his siblings. It was either that, or having the warm blood that he so enjoyed up to only where it would dampen his socks. And damn it, if there was anything he could do about it, he wouldn't let that happen.

The time seemed to drag along slowly as he waited for them, until finally, a sleek black 2007 Mustang GT entered the parking lot. Once the car parked in the spot in front of War, he stopped rolling the marble in his hand, pocketed it, and set his eyes on the car in front of him.

Momentarily, its driver's side door opened to reveal War's one, and only sister. Then again, whom would honesty think a man to be one that kills by hunger and famine? Heck, even the word famine looks a little like the word female. She appeared to be in her late teens, had a pinked skin tone, long muddy brown hair that went to her mid back, and hazel colored eyes. Not to mention the fact that she looked like a human with anorexia.

Once she was out of her car and shut the door behind herself, she gave her brother a warm simile, walked up and gave him a hug. War didn't necessarily like this done to him too often, but he had to learn to live with it because she had always did this when she saw him, Pestilence and even Death on occasion. You accepted the hug, and she wouldn't sweep a famine over the people you were going to mess with before you even started on them. Pestilence knew that all to well.

After a few seconds Famine finally let go of War and looked down at his right hand. "What happened to you?" she asked him, stealing a look at her own silver ring on the same finger his gold colored one once dwelled on his.

War sighed heavily. He hoped that he could have waited until all three of his siblings had arrived, but he didn't want to just blow his sister off and tell her to wait a few minutes. Even though she was very clingy, she did have a bit of patience problem and was easily irritated. "The Winchester brothers cut it off, and took my ring," he replied to her point blank.

Famine's face paled, looking shocked, terrified and even wanting to thump her brother on the forehead. "They did what?" she said, as her jaw tightened. War decided to take his chances and not answer, because he rolled his eyes, looked away and crossed his arms. He didn't want to have to explain the story twice, or maybe even three times when his other siblings arrived. Famine must have realized his motives, being that she didn't press it any farther. She just leaned against her own car with her arms crossed in front of her chest as well.

In a matter of moments two other Mustangs entered the parking lot. They were both the same model and year War's was, the only difference between them was that the one in the front was white, and the one behind it was a sick, pale green color. The green Mustang parked in the spot behind Famine's car, and the white Mustang parked in the spot behind War's.

The first person between the two to come out of their car was the person in the white one, Pestilence. He was roughly six feet tall, was sickly pale (no surprise there), had sandy blond hair that he like to keep sleeked back and milky brown eyes. Physically, he looked like he was in his late 20s.

Then a man came out of the green vehicle's driver's side door. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than Pestilence. He had short inky black hair, creamy white skin and eyes that were so dark brown that they appeared to be black. Most called him, Death. However, behind his back his siblings would sometimes call him, Mr. Scrooge and Sir Morbid. But they still liked him and definitely respected him to some extent at least.

Pestilence smirked. "No entourage?" he asked War and Famine sarcastically as he and Death walked up to and beside them. Famine gave him a Paula Abdul style clap, making Pestilence roll his eyes.

"How are those H1N1 vaccinations going?" War asked him.

Pestilence shrugged his shoulders. "The dead shot is disappointing, but I'm still hoping that their will be people with weak immune systems foolish enough to get the live one so they can attract it," he said then paused. "I was thinking about accidentally releasing Small Pox and starting biological warfare. Almost no one is vaccinated for that."

Death nodded in approval. "Good idea. You could always break into one of the labs they have it in and release it," he said then looked at War. "Hell, if you play the cards properly, you could make other countries think it was an advancement on them by the U.S. government and start a war, War," he told him.

"Yeah, I'll do that," Pestilence said in a pleased tone.

A frown appeared on Famine's face. "Now that you mention it, there is something War has been dying to tell the two of you," she said to them unhappily. Death and Pestilence looked at War with raised eyebrows and puzzled expressions.

War scowled at her, wanting to bring up the subject himself. "Lucifer and Michael's vessels took my ring," he said to them and held up his right, four-fingered hand.