I was just wondering about the other vessels out there, and what if some of them were a little different. And this was born…So yeah. READ AND REVIEW! (And check out some of my other SPN stuff).

Many, many eons ago…

"Excuse me? Mr. Lucifer? I-I have the vessel resumes you requested." A lowly demon servant said, handing the resumes to the fallen angel.

"Hm. Let's take a look, shall we?" Lucifer skimmed through the first one.

"That's the first applicant. Sally Worthington. Age 9. Of Caucasian descent." The demon said, pointing out the picture of a smiling girl with braces.

"It says here she has a passion for "extracurriculars". What might those be?" Lucifer asked. The demon gulped nervously.

"She is a… girl-scout." Lucifer looked up to stare at the demon for a moment.

"A girl-scout? You want my vessel to be a girl-scout?" The demon started freaking out.

"It's just one option sir. There are many more." Lucifer threw the girl-scout resume into some flames that appeared out of nowhere.

"Let's hope so. For your sake." The demon gulped again, and picked up the next resume.

"Walter McGregor. Age 76. Irish."

"What's his occupation?"

"Clergy." Lucifer didn't even say anything. The demon moved onto the next one.

"Shaniqua Randolph. Age 38. Of African descent." Lucifer looked at the resume up and down.

"It says here she works in retail, is plus size, and her main hobby is…twerking?"

"Yes. It is a form of dance." The demon explained. Lucifer did not look happy, so the demon continued.

"Gaylord White. Age 17. Caucasian descent." The demon handed Lucifer the boy's profile. Lucifer observed the boy's pimply face and Star Wars T-shirt. Lucifer put the papers down.

"So far you have shown me a girl-scout, an old dirt-bag priest, a "twerking" black woman, and a nerdy teenage loser." Lucifer did not look happy. The demon knew he had to do something before he got fired. Literally. Like fire fired.

"There's one more application." The demon said, handing the paper to Lucifer. "Sam Winchester. Age 27. Caucasian descent and a descendant of Cain and Abel. Father John Winchester. Mother Mary Winchester. Brother Dean Winchester. It is also of significance to note that his brother has been chosen by Michael for his vessel." The demon said, anxiously. He was sweating profusely and was toying with his hands behind his back, very well aware that if he did not please Lucifer he would die.

Lucifer was staring at the resume. A small smile was tugging at his lips as he read Sam Winchester's profile.

"Hmm. This could work."