I can feel it, Deanna thought. The sky is falling. It wasn't a new feeling. In fact the sky had been falling on Deanna since she was four years old. The difference, of course, was of course this could be the very last time. And this is where it all ends? The Apocalypse is gonna go down in the ass- edge of nowhere? Deanna let out a tired sigh as she gunned the Impala onto County Road 6. There was nothing on either side of the asphalt except cornfields, cattle, farms and farmers- they were very Americana that Deanna and Samantha had fought to protect. For a moment, Deanna's imagination took hold, and the clouds on the horizon became pillars of smoke, spilling from unseen tongues of flame.
The rotting wooden beams of a decrepit barn became the remnants of humanity. Deanna shook the vision out of her head, as the clouds once again became clouds. The barn was, once more, just a barn. For months, Deanna and Samantha have been on suicide missions to end all suicide missions- to hunt and kill the Devil. Though the weight of the task seemed unbearable, the sisters knew that they were the only ones who could shoulder it.
It was, after all, their fault righ now Lucifer walked the earth. No. Sam'antha's fault. Deanna shoved the thought to the dark recesses of her mind. It wouldn't do her any good to dwell on it. Her younger sister- the girl would Deanna raised since their mother died- had broken the Final Seal. In a moment of weakness, Samantha killed the demon Lilith, unintentionally popping the lock on Satan's cage. Now, after nearly a year of chasing him, they were no closer to shoving the bastard back into the lock- up. But that wasn't even the bad news. The angels, ostensibly the protector's of humanity, had in fact been behind Satan's jailbreak.
They wanted you to break the seal, Deanna had to explain to her sister in the moments after Lucifer's rising. They're sick of waiting around in Heaven. With Satan out, they get to bring on the prize fight. Winner takes Earth. The angels already had a plan in motion- according to the winged bastards, the only way to defeat Lucifer was for Deanna to be the host of the Archangel Michael, the most powerful weapon in Heaven's arsenal. They even had a overdramatic pet name for Deanna: the Michael sword. Every fiber in Dwanna's body fought against the idea. The battle between Michael and Lucifer would have the minor side affect of destroying half the Earth.
A planetary enema, Zachariah called it. The douche. Lucifer's final vessel was to be Samantha symmetry most be funny to someone upstairs, Deanna thought. Michael and Lucifer were brothers, one of them following quickly in their father's footsteps, the other... Well, just like Samantha, Lucifer had always wanted to go his own way. However, the one thing neither Heaven nor Hell could control was human will. While on Earth, angels both righteous and fallen- had to willingly take a human host. If Deanna and Samantha didn't say yes to Michael and Lucifer, the battle couldn't happen. The archangels would have to putter around in their alternate, non- ordained meatsuits, tearing their lesser vessels apart while they waited for Samantha and Deanna to come around to the party line. The two sisters weren't going to fight each other. There had to be another way. But every time they thought they had Lucifer within their sights, fate slapped their faces again. They had tried their old standby: Straight up violence, attempting to kill Lucifer outright. First with the Colt, a gun so powerful it was said to be able to kill anything, but that had only given their adversary a headache. They had Ruby's demon- killing knife, but that was just as impotent against an archangel. The only chance they had was to catch Lucifer by surprise.