Prologue

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Bang!

The sound of a gunshot echoed around the damp, dusty motel. Two men walked out from inside the reception where, if you looked closely, you could see the beginnings of a pool of blood behind the counter followed by a limp hand.

The men made their way to room number 25. To the untrained eye, it would simply seem as if they were checking in to the motel and going to their room. However, these men were hired killers. They each pulled out a handgun from their jacket. The golden streetlights danced off of the gun barrels as if they were mirrors.

The two men, cloaked in the cover of night, quickly made their way to either side of the motel room door. One made militaristic hand signals to the other, then inclined his head in the general direction of the room. The other nodded. Then, they moved in front of the door and, moving as one, kicked it in.

The lights flicked on as they entered the room, and you could see their silhouettes, along with the scrambling figures of two other men, beginning to enact the violence that would soon change the entire world.

"Drop your weapons!" The one on the far end shouted.

The one closer to the window mumbled something unintelligible. The other one grumbled something in response.

The rest of the conversation between the four men was fairly muted, until-

Bang!

Bang!

Two of the silhouettes fell as the end of the discussion was punctuated by two gunshots. It probably would have woken all of the inhabitants of the motel, had the rooms not been empty.

Unseen, and unnoticed, the men slipped into the car that they had hijacked earlier that evening, and drove away into the night.

That is the story of how the Winchester brothers finally met their maker.

But, my dear readers, this story is not a typical one concerning the Winchesters and their fight against the evils of this world. This story is about one rebellious archangel and how he stopped the Apocalypse from coming to pass.

With the power of true love? Hmm, you could say that, yes.