Author's Note: Bonjour, my good peoples! I hope that everyone is rocking around their Christmas trees!

Without further ado...

Elizabeth realized it the moment the crossed into the town limits of Morgan. She knew because she, Sam, Dean, and Cas all started coughing.

"Oh, awesome," Dean croaked, hoarse after the coughing fit.

"At least we know Pestilence is definitely here," Elizabeth remarked, remembering the bright side. She swallowed, grimacing at the sudden soreness in her throat.

After ten more minutes of driving and two more coughing fits, they reached the Morgan Hotchner Hospital, where Crowley had said Pestilence was.

"Alright, so we need to look around for Pestilence," Dean parked the Impala. "This could take a while. He could be anyone doctor, nurse, hell even patient. He could be the janitor, who knows. Whoever he is, he's the one whose patients are all dying. It's not a huge place, so hopefully we'll be able to get the ring, gank him, and haul ass before Elizabeth's face ends up on the news."

Elizabeth hadn't even thought about that. And clearly neither had Sam.

"Maybe she should stay in the car," he suggested.

"No way!" Elizabeth argued. "You're going to need me in there. A fourth set of eyes and hands is going to be useful. Besides, I'm young. Nobody's going to expect a teenage girl of hunting the supernatural."

"He's right, Sam," Dean silenced his brother before he could protest. "I want to smuggle her in as a patient."

"Ooh, cool," Elizabeth remarked enthusiastically. "What's wrong with me?"

"You mean besides the fact that you'll be hacking up a lung every ten minutes?" Dean smiled wryly. "I was thinking maybe assault. It would be good for you to be able to figure out the bedside manner of the doctors, because Pestilence sure will not have one."

"How can she be a victim of assault if she doesn't have a mark on her?" Sam reminded him.

"I was thinking of a specific kind of assault. Elizabeth came home late from a party last night, and you, Sam, as her older brother, think that she might have been drugged. You just want to be sure nothing happened."

"I'm glad you included me in the backstory," Sam said. "There was no way she was going in alone."

"What about me, Dean?" Castiel piped up from beside Elizabeth in the backseat.

"Cas, you and I get to screen the nurses and patients," Dean's face suddenly drooped with exaggerated sorrow. He scrunched up his face. "Our dad's just so sick. They don't think he'll make it through the night. We're terribly upset." He stretched his arms out for Sam. "Hold me?"

Sam shoved his arms away playfully, chuckling.

"Dean, I do not understand," Castiel said. "You and I are not related. And God cannot be ill."

"Jesus, Cas," Dean rolled his eyes. "Literal much?"

"He means that you and he are going to pretend to be brothers in case anyone asks you what you're doing, Cassie," Elizabeth explained to the poor angel. "It's just a precaution. Like me being a patient."

"And me being the older brother who's going to pound the guy who touched her," Sam threw in.

"We don't know if I've been assualted yet," Elizabeth played along. "I swear I didn't drink anything that didn't have tons of alcohol and weed in it."

"Don't forget to be American," Sam reminded her as they walked into the hospital. Dean and Cas were going to come in ten minutes or so after them, to try and avoid suspicion. "And try to act like a teenage girl."

"I am a teenage girl," Elizabeth reminded him.

Sam looked at her seriously, "No, you're an adult in a teenage body. Be whiney, complaining, and girly. And above all, be white."

Alright. Fine. Elizabeth immediately switched up her gait, slouching and dragging her feet. When Sam checked her in at the receptionist's desk, she rolled her eyes, twirling a piece of her hair.

When the nurse directed them to wait, Elizabeth slowly followed Sam.

"I'm fine," Elizabeth insisted, sliding down in the chair. "Nothing happened, I swear."

Sam jumped in, "I just want to be sure. Sorry if I don't take your word for it. You can't blame me after last time."

"Oh my God!" Elizabeth let her voice raise a little. "We were just kissing! Brian isn't near good enough in bed to be worth my time. Jenny said it was like f***ing a damn streetlamp."

Elizabeth could see that Sam was trying to control his emotions. Squashing down laughter, and determinedly not widening his eyes at her language, Sam replied, "I don't think it was Brian. I'm more worried about Talon."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped, "Excuse me? Did you just imply that that little s**t is worry of this temple?" Elizabeth hovered her hand over her body, moving it up and down incredulously.

"Elizabeth Blake?" A nurse called them into a room. When they got in, Elizabeth obeyed the nurse for the most part. If you called obedience groaning at every request, cursing the too-bright lights, and moving as slowly as molasses.

Elizabeth thought weirdly that Sherlock would have killed her had she actually ever acted like this. Sam certainly seemed both impressed and horrified at her acting skills.

"Well, Elizabeth," the nurse said. "I will just go get the doctor for you."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as the woman left.

"It's definitely not her," Sam said the moment she was gone. "Pestilence would never put up with that stuff."

"Aren't the Four Horsemen...well...men?" Elizabeth asked, dropping the crap for a moment.

"Not necessarily," Sam replied. "I mean they are, but their vessels may not be."

"Gotcha." Elizabeth slipped back into drama queen mode when the doctor walked in. The doctor was a light-haired, great-looking, young man. An intern followed him in, his hair brown and just as attractive.

"Hello, Miss Blake," the doctor, whose tag read Dr. Chase, greeted her. "How are we today?"

"Fine, whatever," Elizabeth sighed, gazing up at the ceiling.

"I see," Chase turned to Sam. "What seems to be the problem?" He picked up the chart at the end of the table.

"I just want to make sure nothing...you know...happened," Sam answered. "She was at this party last night. She got home late. I'm just..."

"You're worried. I understand," Chase nodded. He went to stand in front of Elizabeth. "Now, would you prefer that a female doctor do this?" Chase pulled on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them onto his hands.

"But, sir..." the intern, Grey apparently, seemed unsure. "Shouldn't we take her vitals first? Or at least question her? This isn't protocol."

Those words had Elizabeth's heart rate up before Chase just killed the intern with a flick of his wrist.

"Pestilence sends his regards," Chase sneered. His eyes flipped to black, and then back again. "Hunters."

Sam whipped the Colt from out of his waistband. The demon hesitated, sizing them up. Elizabeth hopped off of the table and stood beside Sam.

"Where's Pestilence?" Sam asked the demon. "We were sent by your boss, Crowley."

"I do not serve Crowley!" Chase screamed. "Crowley has gone soft. He has been corrupted by you and your brother. He does not see reason. He does not want the Apocalypse to happen!"

"I happen to agree," Sam fired the Colt, sending a bullet into the demon's chest. Chase's body seemed to become electrocuted, and he convulsed painfully. Then he was still.

"We need to find Dean and Cassie," Elizabeth said. Sam nodded in agreement.

Bursting out of the room, Sam and Elizabeth were prepared to fight their way through the hospital. Strangely, there was no one outside the room. Not the receptionist, no one.

Something was definitely wrong. That gunshot should have sent security running to investigate.

Racing through the halls in search of Dean and Castiel, they saw no one.

Then, as they turned a corner, Elizabeth felt a shot of white, hot pain punch her in the gut. With a cry, she crumpled to the ground. Blinking back tears, Elizabeth saw Sam fall beside her, hands clenched around his head.

Elizabeth struggled to move. If they were this sick, they had to be close.

Then she started coughing up blood.