A while ago, a few years perchance. A man came into your small bar you ran by yourself, to make money in North Dakota. After some time, he told you who he really was. He was Lucifer, the fallen archangel, the devil

Now, he's an often costumer. He'll arrive one day then it will be 2 or more weeks then cames back, to have a small chat and a drink. Or to him, just see you and work

Today was a normal day. Not many people but just enough to make plenty of money. The last costumer you had was a drunk flirty guy that couldn't take the 'No's you gave him many times, but soon left. Once the man left, Lucifer walked into the store, glaring at the drunk man who walked out. The door closed behind Lucifer, after he flipped the open sign to close. With the blind of the window suddenly close, thanks to lucifer's magic

To him, was a bit tiked off at the drunk man messing with you, and how many demons were around your town and shop expressly, not counting the Winchester boys were near by. He walked up to the bar before he sat down at one of the stools