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Pestilence watched the woman, the Darkness, study all that was around her. She had grown quickly, and yet there was still much for her to learn if she was to destroy all that god created. But he would help her, he would willing be her guide on this journey. With that in mind he moved so that she could see him there.

"Who are you?" She asked in a voice that sent shivers down his spine. It was a voice which held wisdom and age, just like Death's did.

"I am Pestilence and I have come to offer you my services." He replied standing straight. He would not show weakness in front of this power.

"And why would I need them?" the Darkness asked in a voice as smooth as honey.

"You do not know this world God created-" Pestilence started to explain. Stating his idea to her.

"Do not use that name." the woman interrupted with a snap of command. That irritant that thought himself so great. She would not have him mentioned to her.

"I am sorry, but he created much. More than you can destroy or remove alone." Pestilence continued though now there was a shadow of fear in his voice. He knew that the being in front of him had the power to destroy him if she so choose. But to receive great rewards, you must take great risks.

"And your point is?" the Darkness asked honestly interested it what this Pestilence could do to about that problem.

"I will help you. My role in this universe is to destroy all things that are alive. We can rid this earth of not just humanity but all forms of life. Together we would have that power." Pestilence responded warming to his theme as he saw in his mind's eye the destruction that together they could cause. And then he saw his brothers bowing down to him as the more powerful one for once. There would be no more turning their back on him for his weakness. No he would rule among the horsemen.

"And yet, from what I have learnt, humanity is doing a good enough job at riding themselves from this place. What with their wars and famine." The Darkness responded once again in a silky tone, the words designed to find their way under Pestilence's skin and into his heart and mind.

At that sentence Pestilence growled. He did not want to be reminded of how he was the weakest brother. But taking a deep breath he tried again. He needed this. To work with this being, needed to show his brothers who he truly was.

"True, but War and Famine work slowly. It will be many years if not centuries, before they fulfil that task. Whereas you and I together could have it done in weeks if not days." Pestilence replied in a persuasive voice making the Darkness turn her eyes onto him in closer inspection as if she was finally seeing the merits of his plan.

"If you are that powerful why have you not done it alone? Or maybe you are not all you claim to be." The Darkness replied with a shrug after she had studied him intently, and while she did turn away from him, she was watching him out of the corner of her eye. She wanted to see how he would respond to that challenge. She wished to gauge the strengths and weaknesses of this being.

"I am." Pestilence replied with absolution. He was powerful and he was strong. He was all he claimed and more, if only someone would give him the chance to prove himself to them all. He would, and could, destroy the world.

"And yet humanity fights you, does it not?" the Darkness asked in a relentless pursuit of understanding this being in front of her. Understanding the driving force behind him.

"It does." Pestilence replied through gritted teeth at having his weakness thrown in his face.

"Then why would I partner myself to someone who can he fought by those I seek to remove from my vicinity?" the Darkness asked with curiosity. It made no sense to her.

"If we work together, we can make a plague so powerful none can fight it. I saw what happened when you were released. The power of your smoke, and how it infected those in your path." Pestilence tried to explain. He could hear in his voice the awe at her skills, as well as a slight tone of desperation. He needed this partnership.

"And yet a cure was found in short order." The Darkness replied with a shrug. The result of her traveling through the bodies of people who were not strong enough to hold her were of no consequence. They were a by-product to her finding her true home, of coalescing into the woman she was now.

"The Winchesters. They ruin everything, if we infect them first, we will have humanity at our mercy." Pestilence said with excitement at the idea that he would be the one who beat them. The one who brought the Winchesters to their knees.

"No." the Darkness snapped turning back to him and exuding power enough to make him gasp and fall to his knees in front of her.

"No?" He managed to get out of his closing throat.

"No. Sam Winchester may die and if you wish for him to be the first then do so. But Dean cannot die. Not yet. He released me, and for that I am grateful." The Darkness replied in her soft silky voice as she bent down and placed her hand gently on his chin and looked deep into his eyes.

"You would let him live because you are grateful?" Pestilence asked with confusion, the constriction in his throat leaving at the closeness of her.

"We share a bond, him and I. do not try to understand It." the Darkness replied pushing away the being at her feet as she straightened.

"Very well. Dean Winchester lives. But the rest. I can bring forth a disease that is quick and none can fight, and you, you can deliver it to the world." Pestilence said from his position on the floor.

"It seems we have a deal." The Darkness replied turning and holding out her hand to help him up again. And Pestilence was so over joyed about being able to do what he was created to do he did not see the calculating gleam in her eyes as she looked him up and down once more. The look was clearly that of a predator watching her prey.