Everything about the Apocalypse was going wrong. Dean refused to be Michael's vessel, Castiel was working against Heaven, and the Winchesters were trying to destroy Lucifer and prevent the end of humanity. That's not what the angels wanted. But when had Lucifer ever done what someone else wanted?

His current vessel, Nick, was starting to burn up. This body wasn't strong enough, he needed his true vessel. A Winchester. But Sam Winchester was anything but willing to house the Devil. But then he met you.

You, a bastard child of John Winchester. Your body was strong enough, your soul would withstand him. And Lucifer found that he much preferred you to Sam. You were wild and free like him, refusing to be put in a box. You and Lucifer matched each other's freak.

And there was an odd sense of compassion coming from you. You seemed to care about Lucifer's imprisonment, and understood that the punishment didn't fit the crime. Your soul was warm and open and it made his grace buzz in his veins.

But he would not force you to be his vessel. He wanted an explicit yes from you. So he'd taken to following you around. He popped in on you after a hunt, just appearing in your motel room.

"Look who's back," he drawled, startling you. "Miss me, sweetheart?"