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Author Note: I know I shouldn't be starting a new story, but unfortunately a darn plot bunny just wouldn't leave me alone. I am going to be deleting a few of my stories so I guess putting a new one up isn't so bad. I hope this is enjoyable and I plan for this to be quite a long story.

Prologue:

People try and imagine heaven and hell. Heaven is a gentle and warm place; Hell is a cold and deadly place. Hell consists of fire, the tendrils always biting and nipping at your ankles, never allowing you relief. Evil constantly circles around you always telling you your faults and torturing you without any ounce of mercy.

Hell and evil go hand in hand. You have got to have hell before you can have evil. Evil loves to destroy the ones with faith and hope that one day they can be saved from there eternity. Evil is sick, no medicine on planet Earth can cure it. It spreads and spreads and causes only destruction.

Hell loves souls. That's the only purposes it serves, to punish those who have caused evil deeds. Sometimes though it serves other purposes. Those who are willing to sell there soul for all different reasons and ideas, must deal with the consequences. Although when faced with those, they were no longer the self assured man or woman that had made the deal, they were weak and pathetic.

The way is souls were able to describe hell, would be it was only filled with pain, blood, sweat, screams, and sick laughter. The pain, blood, and sweat all went together. That was all from the tortured souls and minds of those that were forced to go to hell. The screams and sick laughter were those of the evil that preyed upon the dying and tattered souls. The laughter of evil was cold and unforgiving and at times cheerful to be able to cause so much pain to one person's soul.

Hell is like a wound. A wound is cleaned with soap and water to prevent infection. Sometimes though wounds get infected and when they do they become painful. When it becomes infected it is red and sometimes becomes swollen. People when their wounds get like that often go to doctors, to get the help they need. At times though doctors can't always help, so what's a person to do then?

Hell is a wound that festers, until it becomes infected. When it is infected there's nothing that can help except souls. Hell's only remedies for its own wounds are human souls. Evil is what needs them, and evil always get what it wants. Souls aren't hard to come by, with the yearly crossroad deals made and sins committed, Hell get's plenty of souls, but when it doesn't it once again becomes an infected wound and needs treatment.

One type of soul that hell thoroughly enjoys breaking is the souls that are strong. Obviously not in the physical sense because when you go to hell you lose all type of sense of physical ability. No, what Hell loves is the soul with faith and a will that makes them think they'll survive, somehow get out. Those souls are the type that are the best to break and shatter. The faith that people come into Hell with, at times astonishes evil, it makes it all the more fun though. There are many ways to break souls, it's always harder with the strong souls, but when in Hell it's for eternity and eternity is a very, very long time. Hell had just received a new soul and its name was Sam Winchester.

A/N: I hope this was acceptable. I'm sure I have a few spelling errors and I claim those as all of my own. Any way I can improve my writing from this chapter? I accept constructive criticism, only if you can tell me what I can do to improve. I love reviews so review away. I hope to update by tomorrow, it may be a few days though, so for those that do review and enjoy this story please be patient. Also I know this beginning is short, but arn't prolouges supposed to be short? I promise this story and future chapters will be much longer and much more detailed.

Much Love,

Kaylee