Working with Lucifer is Hell. Which…makes a lot of sense considering that is where he came from.

You’re exhausted. So exhausted. You and the Winchesters are so exhausted and so desperate you have actually willingly turned to Lucifer for assistance.

He is more than willing to cooperate. Leverage.

The exhaustion and desperation weighs down on you like an elephant sitting on your chest. You finally get a moment to yourself (or so you think) and don’t bother hiding the confliction in your expression. It’s all too much.

You almost fall out of your seat when a sudden voice comes from right by your ear.

“What’s with the long face?” Lucifer says with a slummy smile on his face. Condescending comfort exuded from his tone. He finds humans despicable after all. Their suffering is karma, plain and simple.

“Don’t be shy. Tell ol’ Luci what’s on your mind—“ You swat at the archangel aggravated, “Ooh— not the time. Got it.”

He paces around you casually, hands clasped behind his back as he sways on the balls of his feet.

“I would appreciate if you could stop the boo-hooing and focus on uh- the task at hand?” He nags, “The whole…’ahh end of the world!’ situation?”