It was an ordinary day in hell for Crowley.
Actually, it was a very dull day in hell for Crowley; no executions, no trials, not even a big enough crossroads deal to warrant his presence! So he said on his throne with his chin resting on his hand and wondered "What is a king to do?"
"Sir?"
Crowley looked over at his minion. It was a relatively low ranking demon, Crowley didn't know his name. He seemed nervous, "Perhaps someone higher up has sent him to deliver bad news, though at this point I think I'd be glad to get any news." Crowley thought.
He sat up and glared down at the demon, "Yes, what is it?"
"Well, I was collecting the soul of a young woman when I came across this book series. I think… well, since you've been so interested with the prophet Kevin lately, I figured this might grab your attention and-"
"Get to the point!"
"Right, right sir." said the minion sheepishly, "My point is… I, uh, I think you really ought to read these." The demon took a step back to wave a man in around the corner. The second demon was carrying an open cardboard box filled with what appeared to be books.
Crowley stood, finally interested, and grabbed a book from the cardboard box before the second demon placed it on the ground beside the throne. "'Supernatural by Carver Edlund,' you think I'd be interested in some 'young adult' trash?" Crowley said incredulously and threw the book back into the box.
"Sir, the books are about Sam and Dean Winchester."
"So what? I'm sure this Carver person got saved once, or maybe it was someone he knew. There's lot's of ways that he could've-"
"They're true sir."
Crowley paused, "Sorry, what?"
The second demon spoke for the first time, "We checked all the facts we could. You're in it, so you'll be able to determine their accuracy for yourself, sir. But, we believe this 'Carver Edlund' is a prophet. According to one of the books, his series will be someday be known as 'The Winchester Gospels' and is the next installment of the word of God."
"Well, now that is interesting.", Crowley said as he picked up the book he threw with new consideration. "Put them in the correct order for me, uh, what's your name again?"
"Leo, your majesty."
"And I'm Raph, sir."
"Well, if you ninja turtles can organize these books and not say another word of this to anyone, I'll make sure you become crossroads demons within the next year."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Yes, thank you, your majesty!"
"Alright that's enough talking, just get to work and hand me the first one now."
Leo or Raph (Crowley didn't pay enough attention to know one from the other) gave him the first installment, and Crowley sat on his throne and started reading.
"Crickets chirp. A large deciduous tree with no leaves stands outside one of the several quaint suburban homes in Lawrence, Kansas. This is where our story begins; in a dark nursery on May 2nd, 1984…"