Hello all. So this is written for a prompt I got from PrawnNetwork and is something different from what I normally write.
The prompt was to write a story which involved "pressured by War and Famine Pestilence seeks out the Darkness too make a new form of sickness which would affect literately almost everybody. The darkness tricks Pestilence and he forced to right his mistake (with the help of his brothers)."
I hope you like what I have written so far.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Pestilence was miffed. Well that was to put a finer point on it. The Winchesters had somehow managed to stop the apocalypse, and they had beaten him. That was his time to shine, to show his brothers who he truly was. He would not be so cross if it wasn't for that blasted humanity. They fought wars without thought, they let people go hungry without a care, and yet there damn scientists kept coming up with ways to fight every disease he had developed. He tried to come up with new ones, and what happened? The Winchesters and there pet angel destroyed it all. And then to add insult to injury, they took away his brother. Death, the one he was closest to. The one who taught him all he knew, working together they had more than once plagued (and that was a word was not a pun) the world, making so many die at his hand, he had felt invincible with Death at his side. But then they came, with their vaccines and prevention methods and he found himself forced out in the cold. His brothers still got plenty of prey, so why not him? Why was he the one the humans managed to fight? Was it because he was the youngest? The most inexperienced of the four? Was that why they fought him and didn't let him run riot as they did the others? Oh he knew that there was no way of stopping death, the oldest of the four, nothing could ever stand against him. Not even god, but war and famine, surely humanity could fight those? All they would have to do was agree to disagree and put the time and effort they put into war into feeding the poor and his other brothers would feel the same as he did. But no, they put all their time into ignoring the needy and fighting against each other in a futile attempt for dominance, and yet all that time they fought him as well. Coming up with new and inventive ways to get rid of disease. It just wasn't fair in his mind.
Something had to change. Somehow. But he didn't have that power, it wasn't up to him what happened in the world. He had had his chance and that damn angel had cut off his finger, gaining his ring and thus shutting away the only hope he ever had. Lucifer. Though even he knew that that archangel would have tried to hold them back, hold him back. Just as humanity did. And so he sat there and watched. He watched as the leviathans (ugly parasites in his mind) were defeated, he watched as the humans tried (and failed) to close the gates of hell. He watched as a new guardian of the mark Cain, the key that held the true evil of world at bay, came to being. Smiling slightly when he realised it was one of the Winchesters, it was nothing more than they deserved in his mind.
And he watched as the other fought so fervently to save his brother. It was then that he had a spark of an idea. He himself could not destroy humanity alone, and his brothers would not join with him. War and Famine thinking they were so strong in this modern world they did not need his assistance as they once had, and Death, well he had become distance to them all since the apocalypse that didn't happen. Pestilence had no idea what had happened, but he wanted his brother back. They worked so well together and he was so wise. The oldest of time, Death. He wanted to do something to show that he was worthy of his older brother, that such great a being would give him time. As such he watched as Death offered Dean Winchester his deal, and he watched as Dean supposedly killed his brother, but he knew that it was impossible to kill Death, annoy yes, kill him, no. As such he smiled when he saw the result of the Winchesters saving each other. They had released the darkness. Someone who could and would (he hoped) work with him to end humanity as was his purpose. Give him a way to prove himself to the brother he had always looked up to, prove himself to Death. With that in mind he gathered himself together, aiming to go to earth to meet his new ally.
