Crisis On Two Earth's
The war-torn world was filled with fire and pain. The vegetation had started to die and the sun was a blood red. The clouds were black, the ground a red, dusty clay, the climate hot and the air was filled with the smell of blood. Bones, broken and whole, or humans and animals lay on the ground, home to rats and other rodents that lived there. And this was just in Kansas. The rest of the country was in just as bad state, and the rest of the world, well, it was not a happy place to live.
Centered in the once prestigious capitol of the United States, Washington D.C., stood the home of men who once lead others for a piece of freedom, well, wasn't very free anymore. Parts of it were burnt, glass smashed, the beauty that was a national symbol completely destroyed. The White House was now the home for a ruthless dictator who had no soul. His name was Sam Winchester.
After defeating the devil himself and losing his soul in the process, Sam had studied the ways of past dictators. He learned from their mistakes and improved their successes. He was the greatest.
He had his own staff. And a pet. His pet was a human, or well, use to be a human. He was actually an angel. Sam put a tattoo on him to prevent powers from being used by him. The little black haired, blue eyed angel. So on this day, as Sam made his way to the former oval office after a night of messing around with whatever women he could find, he found his pet on the couch in there, like he always was, a leash attached to a choke collar so he couldn't go anywhere. Sam smiled. He loved to see people bowing to his power.
"Up." Sam said. Castiel opened his eyes and looked over at him. It was painful to move anymore, after all the abuse he had been put through. But being an angel wouldn't let him die. He didn't need to eat either. The tattoo didn't take that away from him. It only took his powers that he could use to escape from this hell.
"Good morning sir." One of Sam's advisors said. He smiled at the young woman who stood there in a short black skirt and a skin tight black tank top.
"How are things today?" Sam asked as he went to his desk. He had removed all pictures of the former presidents from the office, George Washington to Barak Obama. His new portrait was one of him dressed in a white suit. He didn't know that was Lucifer's choice of wardrobe, but it didn't matter.
"Fine sir." She said. "Except there was a rebel group sighted in Paris. They were spotted within the Effile Tower. They set fire to the storage facility in the Versailles base." She said as she looked down at her clipboard. Sam nodded.
"They can fight back as much as they want." He said. "I am still in control." He gave an evil smile at everyone in the room. Cas shivered at the look, but his advisor smiled back at him. He looked over at Cas. "Come pet." He said. Cas walked over to him and set on the floor by him. Sam patted his head. "Too bad my dear brother wouldn't join us." He said. "He could see his little angel bowing to the feet of humans." He laughed. Cas looked down at the floor with tears in his eyes.
Off in the distance, black clouds let loose lightning onto the ground. There hadn't been much relief from the storms in a long time. Out west was always sunny, but back east, there violent storms rocked the area, adding to everyone's misery. Sam looked out his window for a moment before looking back at his advisor. As he looked away, the faint design of a weird angel symbol appeared on it and the glass around it began to crack…