AN - Yes, this is short. It's something I wrote while at work, and I didn't have much time for it. It's just a prologue at the moment though, and later chapters will definitely be longer. I don't know how long this story is going to go for, but I'm going to have fun trying to keep them all IC while trying to be imaginative with the story. Not much actually happens in this prologue, but it's setting it up. I hope I got Chuck's voice/character right, review with advice if I didn't? I need to learn their characters since this is the first SPN fanfic I've ever written. (Ignoring the one I'm co-writing with my little sister.) Sabriel later on, will be lots of wings later on but not in a sexual way. (Sorry kiddies, I'm more a fluff person myself.)

Prologue

Seconds before the short silver blade in the demons hand broke skin and plunged into soft flesh, there was a blinding white flash, the loud beat of wings, and when it cleared the demon lay dead.

Let me rewind a little.

My name is Chuck.

I'm a prophet of God.

And everything I 'see' surrounds these two guys, Sam and Dean Winchester. They hunt monsters, that's their life. Everything from shape-shifters to dragons. Demons, angels...

I know, I didn't believe it at first either. I thought it was just a lot of drunken inspiration and they were a couple of interesting figments of my imagination.

They changed my mind pretty fast. Having an angel explode over you will do that, I guess.

So, I suppose I ought to bring you up to speed.

Where to start...

Well, we're in the middle of the Apocalypse, the End of days. Lucifer is waltzing around out there somewhere, killing people and making a general nuisance of himself. Itself. Whatever. So far, he's (For the sake of my sanity, let's not get into the technicalities of angel genders.) got the Horsemen riding forth and he killed his brother, Gabriel. Real brotherly love, right there.

The part I'm writing right now comes a bit later though.

Sam and Dean are in trouble. And as much as I'd like to help them out –

I'm just a prophet, right?