A/N: Our first co-written story is here and coming! This is the prologue, we apologize in advance if it seems a bit short. But, to be fair to ourselves, when are prologues ever longer than the chapters (rhetorical question , that was: if you have found one, do not name the book). This is really exciting, but we need reviews for encouragement! Helpful criticism and hints, as well as request or recommendations are all welcome and asked (nicely) of you.
-John Smith & S. K. Regan
Gadreel spoke, "When I-, when we killed Kevin, did you feel the power? Think of the power a demons blood gave you, think of how you craved it, think of the pleasure, think of the power. You loved possessing the power. I can give you power that would diminish that of the blood you once coveted for (or still do). Th-"
"No!" Sam protested. He did crave the power. He wanted to take it for his own, to posses its glory once more and... But, no. Then he would be worse than before. Why did Dean make him live? He would not have to deal with this if he were dead. That is a solution, death.
Gadreel started again after a moment of silence, "Or, you could just kill yourself. Your pride would stay intact that way, I suppose. Hm, would you like to write a note?"
That was the solution, the only solution. He would kill himself before he became addicted to the power again, and so it seemed he would.
Gadreel returned to Metatron, giving him the paper, telling him the job was finished. Metatron seemed interested in Sam's death, even if Gadreel did not wish to speak of it, as he soon asked, "How did you kill him?"
"I did not kill him, I watched him kill himself." Gadreel answered, feeding Metatron's curiosity. Metatron seemed to be taken aback by the news, but none the less, pleased. He asked Gadreel no more for details, and went about his business. Gadreel was relieved by that. While he did what he as he was told, he did not wish to thrive in the details of a humans death, especially not one that he caused. Gadreel tried endlessly to forget manipulating the boy into self-loathing, into believing there was no point that he should continue in life, into thinking that there was no other way. He wanted to forget watching as Sam, shaking, pulled the gun up to his head, while tears ran from his face. He tried to forget the sudden sound of a bullet giving way, as Sam ended his own life, had committed suicide, had created a vessel. . .
"The vessel is ready," Metatron interrupted the guilt running through Gadreel's mind, motioning him near, "and now, we rise Lucifer"
A/N: So, are you interested? I know it is short, and we are terribly sorry for that, but we promise that the story will be long, very long. Review please!