It was just like I always said, but at the same time it wasn't. I knew I was right when I told Dean that no matter what choices he made, whatever details he altered, that we would always end up… here. But I didn't know it would be like this. In some ways I liked it better this way.
But that is not a good place to start this particular tale. You'll have to forgive my wandering mind; I have lived for thousands of years, I am the devil after all, so I suppose it makes sense for my thoughts to wander. Anyway, this is a tale of two brothers, or four I suppose. It started with Michael and I, but our vessels have stories of their own, as I'm sure you know. After Sam and Dean Winchester first thwarted my plan to bring about the apocalypse, Michael, his vessel, Sam, and I were all thrown into the pit…