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It took a few days but finally Pestilence had the perfect disease to present to the Darkness. It would affect so many and kill before humanity could even try to think of a way to fight it. It was his greatest creation. It was therefore with great pride in his work, that he offered the vial of sickly yellow gas to the woman who would disperse it throughout the world.

"Are you sure this will work?" The Darkness asked holding up the small vial and watching the way the gas swirled into a liquid and back again.

"Yes. It the most powerful disease I have ever created, it will destroy all of humanity, then when they bury there dead it will seep into the earth and kill all the plants and animals as well. Soon we will have a barren rock and we will have won." Pestilence assured her, excitement evident in his voice at the idea. He could not wait to watch how as they destroyed the world. It was going to be so beautiful.

"We... yes." The Darkness replied before taking the vial in her hand and crushing it without a thought, letting the broken glass cut her skin causing blood to pour forth. Once she saw a sufficient amount had trickled out of her skin she produced yet another vial to catch the blood, filling it to the top before placing a stopper in it and holding it out to Pestilence. Who was confused by this, why was she giving him a vial of her blood?

"This vial contains the disease, but it has been subtly altered so that Dean Winchester alone is immune. Take it." The Darkness said, answering his unasked question with a smile of friendship upon her lips.

"But I thought you were to deliver it across the world?" Pestilence asked confused by this turn of events still. He would not be able to get it everywhere before humanity found a way to fight it. That was always his problem.

"I shall, but I believe that as a reward for your hard work you should be allowed to deliver it to its first victim. You wished for Sam Winchester to be infected first correct?" The Darkness asked calmly, she was not cross with him for questioning her as he thought she would be, she still looked at him as her friend.

"Yes." Pestilence replied with a nod, his eyes now caught on the vial in her hand watching it, though he still did not take it. He couldn't believe she would give him this pleasure.

"Then take the vial and smash it when he is near. The effects will be felt almost immediately." The Darkness responded in a silky smooth voice which seemed to infiltrate his mind with warmth.

"Thank you." He breathed reaching out and taking the vial staring at the contents with awe.

"Good luck Pestilence." The Darkness replied, and he was so engrossed by the vial in his hands he didn't see her smirk, or the gleam in her eyes as she disappeared in a swirl of black smoke.


Once he had realised she had gone Pestilence started to scourer the earth for Sam Winchester, finally locating him in the Winchesters top secret bunker, or well not so top secret as even the king of hell knew its location now. With that he made himself appear there, in a room surrounded by books. For a second he stood and watched Sam bent over the tombs, as if he was researching something. He wanted to saviour this moment. The time he would remove this being from the earth. Taking a deep breath and with a smile on his face he let the vial fall casually from his hand, releasing an unseen gas that permeated throughout the air.

he watched as Sam Winchester stood to get a new book only to find his legs give out beneath him and for him to crumple, coughing as he went to his hands and knees, onto the floor. And he watched with great glee as he saw the blood trickle out of the younger Winchesters mouth. It was glorious. And when Dean Winchester came in carrying some food, and found his brother on the floor fighting for his life, dropping the plate with a resounding smash and a shout of dismay to go to him, Pestilence almost danced with glee. It was working just as he had planned.

He followed Dean as he staggered to pull his brother to his bed, he never really understood why humans liked to put there loved ones in bed when he had infected them, but it was what they did and as such he followed. He followed and listened as Dean gave Sam empty platitudes, there was nothing that could save the younger Winchester after all. He watched as Sam smiled at his brother, a gruesome sight with all the blood he had around his mouth, but he watched as Sam nodded that he would fight, that he would stay strong. That together they would get through this. It was almost commendable, almost. And as he saw the younger Winchester slip into unconsciousness on the bed he saw how Dean collapsed at his side, whispering prayers into the night, prayers that would never be answered, not by god. He no longer cared for his creations.

Pestilence was congratulating himself on succeeding, thinking of going to find The Darkness to see when she would distribute it throughout earth when he felt a twisting in his gut. What was that? Suddenly the twisting became unbearable pain he found that he too had collapsed onto his knees. What was going on? Suddenly he felt a cough rack him, and pulling his hand away from his mouth he found it caked with his own blood. No, this can't be happening. What had she done? What had The Darkness done? And as he collapsed onto his side on the floor he heard her words reverberate through his head.

"This vial contains the disease, but it has been subtly altered so that Dean Winchester alone is immune. Take it."

It was then he realised how she had tricked him. She had made only Dean Winchester immune, he no longer was. With a cry at this realisation he curled himself up into a ball. There was none who could help him now, he had been felled by his own folly, his brothers were right after all. He truly was the weakest of them all.