I told the boys that I would meet them back at Bobby's. They would arrive sooner or later, and because we were close to finding Pestilence, there was no need for me just to disappear on them. I was sitting on the couch, as Bobby was looking to find out where Death was. He shuffled some papers around. I had one leg crossed over the other, my leather jacket off, slung over the couch. I tipped the bottle of beer back, gulping the cold liquid from within.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Dean's raised voice came through the air, meaning that they were back.

"Dean-"

"No, don't 'Dean' me," He yells, cutting off his younger brother. "I mean, you – you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this –" Dean was really riled up. "Did you know about this?" Dean cast his wild eyes upon Bobby whole rolled towards them.

"What?" Bobby questioned, before coming to a halt.

"About Sam's genius plan. To say yes to the devil?!" Dean clearly wasn't happy with his brother's plan, and neither was I. It was stupid. I unhooked my leg, and stood to my feet, and came into view of the boys. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bobby nod his head. Dean was surprised with Bobby's reaction. "Well, thanks for the heads up!" He yells at Bobby.

"Hey, this ain't about me," Bobby defended himself.

"You can't do this," Dean spun back around and pointed to Sam. Using his superior older brother's rule on him.

"That's the consensus," Sam replied.

"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion," Dean didn't want to hear anymore of this nonsense. Just then his cell phone began to ring. He pulled it free from his pocket, and looked briefly at it. "This isn't over," he locked eyes with Sam for a second. Dean flicked open the phone, and placed it to his ear. "Hello?... Cas?" I was surprised to hear the name. I hadn't seen him since the night I left, since Adam.

"Is he ok?" Sam asks, leaning up from the counter. Dean held up his hand to Sam, gesturing to give him a moment.

"We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man?... Are you ok?... You want to elaborate?" Dean listened carefully to Cas's story. "So, a hospital?" Dean listened to his story, but shook his head. "Uh, well, I got to tell you man – you're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box... It's a long story, but, look – we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here," the mention of Cas not being able too was just a pain, he was our insight man, he was an angel.

I placed the bottle on the desk, and grabbed my leather jacket and slipped into it. I blinked and found myself in a hallway. I could tell it was a hospital hallway by the color scheme. I walked down the way, and turned the corner to see the hallway littered with patients, Doctors, and Nurses. I strolled down, and found the first nurse.

"Hi. Do you have a patient who's a john-doe? Yay-high," I indicated Cas's height just above my own head. "Short brown hair, blue eyes. Wears a beige trench coat?" Once I mentioned the trench-coat the nurse recognised who I was on about.

"Room two-hundred-forty," she replied swiftly, before tending to another patient. I walked through the hallways counting room numbers as I went along. But the rooms were designed as a walk-in room. Glass windows at either side of the archway. Within no time, I found the room, hearing a receiver click and the telephone put back on its stand. I leaned into the archway, seeing Cas glaring out of the windows in his room.

"Sight-seeing?" My British tone rang free into the room, alerting Castiel to my presence. His head snapped to meet my gaze. I noticed that he had a few cuts and grazes upon his face, and probably over his body.

"Abigael," he was stunned to see me here. "What are you doing here?" His eyes wandered my figure, as I swung my hips while entering further into the room.

"To get you dummy," I retorted, with a roll of my eyes. "It's not hard to find an 'empty' vessel," he didn't look too pleased with my comment, and was pissed off that he was now powerless. "Just a mortal, like the rest of 'em," a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, but Cas wasn't still impressed. "Look, it doesn't have to be a bad thing Cas. Look at Dean and Sam. They're human, and totally bad-ass. Yeah, they're fragile at times, weak, no real power - but I'm going off track," I offered a sheepish smile, as I was listing the negatives here. "But they make it work in their favor, their knowledge, their will," I now listed a few good qualities they have, but they had a ton more.

"I've never been powerless before," Cas replied, leaning back into his pillow.

"So you don't have your wings strapped on, or have the angel mojo up and running. Doesn't mean you're powerless," I explained, taking a seat at the bottom of the hospital bed. "They need you Cas, you're a part of the team. Angel or not," I gave him a knowing look. He's been around long enough to know he's one of them now. "On another note, I found out Adrida is the manufacturer of the keys to the Devil's cage," I flashed my eyebrows up briefly, as his eyes widened. "Also I found out another thing," Cas was waiting for me to continue. "She was an Archangel," this seemed to pique his interest greatly.

"Are you sure?" He questioned, leaning forward.

"I don't know. But Lucifer did tell me himself. Why would he lie about that?" I pondered the question to Cas.

"This is indeed news," Cas' eyes wandered from mine, as if he was thinking about something or that he knew something. He had that look on his face. I was about to speak, when my cell phone rang, I placed my left hand into the left hand-side pocket, and pulled the phone free. The display had the name 'Dean', meaning he was calling. I pressed the answer button, and placed it to my ear.

"We're on our way," Dean's voice came down the phone.

"I'll be there soon," that's all I said before hanging up on him, and pocketing my phone back. My eyes wandered back over to Cas. "I have to go. Good to see you're still kicking," I stood up from the bed, as Cas tilted his head to the side, and held a confused expression.

"But I am not kicking," his eyes traveled down to his legs, seeing them still. I could help but chuckle at his response, kind of finding adorable his naive state of mind. I didn't reply, and in a blink of an eye, I vanished from his hospital room...

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I didn't go straight to the boys, I needed some things from the apartment. I grabbed a knife. It was better to go up against one of the Horsemen not having some sort of backup. There'll be some sort of magic damper on the place.

I formed at the right place, passing a sign on the way in. The Serenity Valley Convalescent Home, it sounded terrible, but it was Pestilence's main base. I made it through the front door with ease, and the building seemed too quiet for my taste. There was no one on the front desk, and the hallways were literally emptied. I carefully crept through, but soon I found a corridor and saw some feet of someone being dragged into a room. Two bodies littered the floor, a Doctor and a Nurse. The Doctor had vomited green puke, and the Nurse bled out. I hastily stepped over them. Then the deep groans and coughs came to ear, and I reached the door of room 210.

"Ah Abigael," an older man called my name, our eyes locked briefly, before my eyes went to the boys - who were laid on the ground coughing up blood. I quickly grabbed the knife from my jeans waist behind my leather jacket.

"Dean, Sam," my eyes flicked between the boys, as I gripped the knife handle tightly. I took a stepforward, and bang! It hit me. A wave of sweat, a piercing headache. It took me by surprise as I fell into the door frame, feeling the effects. My vision became blurry, and then I began to see two of everything. I managed to push myself into the room, stumbling into stuff, but I kept upright.

"A strong one," Pestilence remarks, finding it intriguing that I was still standing. "The disease's in your system are being fought off, but pumping you with more will be pleasing to see," I see a wicked smile come to his face. Just then another strong wave hit me, this time it came with a strong nausea. However, I couldn't hold it back, and vomited, but this was blood. I crumbled to my knees, dropping my knife in the process as it clattered to the floor. I gripped my stomach, before going onto the side position. I was in so much pain, I could have screamed out, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Hmm... You boys don't look well," Pestilence remarks, casting his gaze to the boys. "It might be the, uh, scarlet fever, or, uh, the meningitis. Oh!" He had lifted himself from the bed, and stood in front of the boys as he chuckled. "Or the syphilis," he was smug about it, but I couldn't make out where he was standing. The room was spinning, and now there were four of everything. He clicks his tongue, as he gave me a bunch of diseases, and he gave them the ones he listed. "That's no fun," he was taking pleasure in their pain. He stalks forward, and bends over, grabbing Sam by the scruff of his hair, lifting his head up. "However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse. Questions?" He forces Sam's head down, letting go of his hair. "Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself... Very pure," I groaned, and coughed through his words, as the boys did the same. "Single minded. Bacteria have one purpose – divide and conquer," just then, I could hear bones breaking or being crushed, and a deep groan of pain. "That's why, in the end... It always wins," the slide of a knife came to ear.

"So, you got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy!" Pestilence yells. "And weak! It's ridiculous... All I can do is show him he's wrong. One epidemic at a time... Now... On a scale of one to ten, how's your pain?" He was enjoying this so much, and I just wanted to punch that smirk off his face. Suddenly, the door to the hospital room opens, and in comes Castiel.

"Cas?" Dean announces weakly.

"How'd you get here?" Pestilence was surprised at the Angel's sudden appearance.

"I took a bus. Don't worry, I–" Cas succumbs to Pestilence, and he crumbles to his knees, coughing up blood.

"Well, look at that... An occupied vessel, but powerless," Pestilence was now taking the pleasure out of Cas, now sensing that he was just mortal. "Oh that's fascinating... There's not a speck of Angel in you, is there?" Somehow Cas got the strength to grab the knife, and hold Pestilence's hand down, and slices his fingers off as he roars in pain.

"Maybe just a speck," he replies, and then the feeling of pain, the headache left my body. Vanishing into the air like nothing had happened to me. I got to my feet with ease, seeing the demon nurse now on top of Cas, as he stabbed her, and killed her. The boys were now back on their feet, and Dean had Pestilence's finger, and ring.

"It doesn't matter," he states, holding his hand, as the blood leaked out. "It's too late," and with that he vanishes into thin air, leaving no trace of him behind. Our eyes met with one another, lucky to be alive, if Cas didn't come, we would have been screwed. We had one more ring to get, and I feel like this was going to be the hardest one yet...

Death awaits...

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