(Warning: this chapter contains scenes of violence and course language)
“You’ve…got me!” Sam coughed, hopelessly glancing down at the girl passed out next to him. “J-Just let her go, please!”
“That’s very touching…but frankly this isn’t about her, Sam.” answered the mucus looking doctor, circling the hunter and his unconscious friend. “As I’ve told you…this is about something much, much bigger. You, Dean, your friend there, and even me…we’re all just chess pieces in what’s about to come forth.”
Sam’s eyes were glazing from the pain inside his stomach. He groaned, trying to push himself up using the weakened strength in his arms. “What are you…talking about?”
“Oh common, you didn’t really think I planned out this whole thing, did you?” Pestilence taunted. “No, you’re too smart to believe I’d be capable of running the whole apocalyptic show here. This moment has been written in the ancient stone… everything about this day was prophesized before Christ! I’m just one of the key points; this virus was just part of a carefully...