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: How'd you get here? Castiel
: I took a bus. Don't worry, I...
[Cass keels over coughing and gagging
: Well, look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh, that's fascinating. There's not a speck of an angel in you, is there?
[Cass slices off Pestilence's finger and takes his ring
: Maybe just a speck.
: [Sam and Dean are crippled by his diseases
] Hmm, you boys don't look well... It might be the Scarlet Fever, or the meningitis, oh
: ... or the syphilis.
: That's no fun... Pestilence
: [grabs Dean's hair
] However you feel now, it's only gonna get so very, very much worse... questions?
: [Walks over to hand sanitizer, scrubs his hands
] Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy, chaotic... but really, that just describes people who are sick. Disease itself? Very pure, single-minded... bacteria have one purpose - divide and conquer. Pestilence
: [steps on Dean's hand as he's reaching for a knife
] That's why in the end, it always wins...
[kicks the knife away
: So, you gotta wonder why God pours all His love into something so MESSY! AND WEAK?
[suddenly calm, shrugs
: It's ridiculous... and all I can do is show Him He's wrong, one epidemic at a time.
: Sir. The Winchesters are here. We should go. Pestilence
] Are you kidding me? Nurse
: They have a track record with Horsemen. Pestilence
: You mean my brothers. What they did to my brothers. No. The only reasonable thing to do here is to take it out of their healthy young asses. Nurse
: We're under strict orders not to kill the vessels. Pestilence
: [Softly at first
] Well, if Satan wants them so bad, he can GLUE THEM BACK TOGETHER!
: Get off me, you damn hallucination!
: Oh, I'm famished... Pestilence
: So what's new? War
: Microchip technology.