Backstage, everyone (well, except Castiel. he was just mildly pissed) was angry at Dean.

"WHY did you take the WHIPPED CREAM when we so CLEARLY NEEDED IT?!" Meg shouts as Abbadon and Azazel are the only ones keeping her from sending Dean to Hell and back...again.

Dean shrugs and a smile plays on his lips as he considers his thoughts. "Strategy. Why would we want to let you win? I mean, it's a competition."

Letting him off the hook with an icy cold glare, Meg stalks off to her dressing room.

"Not cool, dude. She was ready to kill you." Sam approaches Dean with a sigh.

"Like she'll make me stay in Hell." Dean snorts.

Lucifer peels another orange and throws the -well, orange- scrap in the rubbish bin as he watches drama ensue on security cameras backstage.

Boy, was this 48 year old television star's meatsuit uncomfortable.

At least this meatsuit already had a reputation for yelling at people. No 'gradual transition' into an asshole this time.