Working with the Winchesters you could never deign to admit your fascination with the fallen archangel. Lucifer. At times he didn’t seem like quite the evil he was painted as by Heaven Hell and everything in between.

Simply living up to expectations. To defy the father that cast him away. All for pointing out the flaws of his creation.

Ever since the clash with Luci went down in the cage Castiel had been acting unusual.

You were minding your own business in the bunker when you hear the angel materialize behind you. You say his name on instinct, turning around, met with the familiar face of Castiel. Except something unfamiliar was there—a sly grin that didn’t belong there.

”Guess again.” He says with a sleazy cadence.

Lucifer

“I’m back baby!” He swishes the angel’s signature trenchcoat as a dramatic little flourish.