Michael stood side by side with his brothers, blinking as he stared down into… well, Hell. He could see something red down below, but it didn't look like fire - more like the red bricks that made up the hallways, he could recall. It wasn't anything like Stull Cemetery - much more unnerving, to be completely honest, and come to think of it, even as they'd exited, there wasn't an opening in the ground from above when they had reached the Earth, as if it had closed up behind them on its own. The archangel furrowed his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

No, it was Adam who spoke, just moments later. "... No, I'm not doing this," the demon leaned back, as if to back off, and Michael would have let him - but Lucifer extended a hand at once to keep them from going anywhere, an amused smile forming on his face for a second. "Dude, I swear, motherfucker, I will end you," Adam warned, shooting another glance down into the hole.

"Not scared of heights, now, are you, Adam?" Lucifer asked innocently, but he was smirking. Michael spared his brother a warning look, one that he wasn't even sure Lucifer had seen, but it was nothing compared to the death glare that appeared on their face as the demon turned to face the Devil, eyes narrowing even further.

"Do you wanna die?"

"Okay, we literally have no time for this," Gabriel sighed, nibbling on a candy cane as he turned to glance back toward the crypt, and then toward where Dean was waiting, the hunter's eyes narrowed faintly as he stared toward the tear in the ground. Michael paused, turning to spare a glance over their shoulder - letting his guard down, which was a huge mistake. One second, they were just standing there; The next, Lucifer had grabbed them by the shoulder, and shoved.

"WHAT THE FUCK-!" They yelled out, both Adam and Michael, as they were forced forward. Their pupils shrunk the second they realized the ground had disappeared from beneath them, that they were falling, falling straight into Hell, just like before. A rush of panic gripped them both at once, eyes fixed downwards as they watched the bottom of the rupture get closer, and closer. Adam widened their eyes slightly, but Michael forced them shut, gasping.

When they landed, they landed hard. Before they could crash to the ground completely, however, a hand gripped the back of their shirt, keeping them steady; Adam didn't want to open their eyes, and to be honest, neither did Michael, but a stifled, irritated sigh was all they needed to hear to know that it was Gabriel. And then, when Lucifer landed beside them barely a second later, the Devil was practically cackling. "That wasn't so hard, see? I mean, you're alive!"

Michael finally peeked one eye open and turned to look at his brother as Gabriel released them, the archangel rolling his own eyes slightly at his brother's antics and biting off the tip of the candy cane with a bored hum. Adam blinked the other eye open after a second, taking yet a few more moments to recover, still, and Michael didn't blame him - and then, abruptly, the demon whirled around, reeled back, and punched Lucifer as hard as he could.

Michael didn't even bother trying to stop him, because in all honesty, his brother had kind of deserved that. He did, however, reign Adam back in again when the demon went in for another punch - though he didn't attempt to stifle the curses Adam was spitting at his brother. "You fucking ass, I swear I'm gonna rip your fucking throat out with my teeth don't you ever-"

It took Lucifer a moment to set his jaw again, rubbing the side of his face. "Wow," was all he muttered, amusement lacing his words like venom; Adam tried to lunge again, and Michael figured that was as good a time as any to push the demon back down, quickly taking as much control as he could without completely forcing Adam out, just enough to be able to skip backwards a couple steps. Lucifer, however, didn't seem at all angry at being punched - if anything, he seemed slightly impressed - nor did he do anything to retaliate. He simply brushed himself off, turned, and looked around. "Sorry, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. The good news is, we're here, so let's get on going, shall we?"

Adam hissed, and Michael shushed him one last time before hesitantly allowing him to take control again. The demon was scowling as Lucifer headed off, hands in his pockets, casual as ever, but he didn't make another move to attack. Gabriel just spared them a glance - now looking ever so slightly amused - before he followed his brother.

"I'm gonna kill him," the demon vowed, eyes narrowed to slits.

Michael sighed a little bit and shook their head, sparing a glance upwards. "No, you're not," he chided, honestly somewhat amused. "You care about him too much to-"

"Bet."

Michael paused at that, eyebrows raising, and he almost huffed out a laugh, as well. But he forced himself to focus again rather quickly, running their fingers through their hair and taking in a deep, steady breath - which he held for a second - before letting it out in a low sigh. After a moment, watching his brothers carefully as Gabriel caught up to Lucifer and muttered something to him - to which Lucifer responded with a snicker - the archangel tilted his head. "... Nice punch, though, by the way."

"Oh, you have no idea how long I've been prepared to do that," Adam responded coldly, though his fury was dissolving into a mixture of amusement and satisfaction now as Michael brushed them off, spared one last glance upwards, and followed after his brothers. "Seriously, I've been waiting… so long…"

"I bet you have, Adam."

They continued on in silence, for the most part, somewhat content despite where they were. Well, aside from Gabriel; Every so often, the archangel would tense for no apparent reason as they passed random doors. Other times, he would simply walk around to the other side, avoiding doorways and places that branched off into different hallways. Michael wanted to ask about it, but he refrained for fear of making the archangel uncomfortable. As for Lucifer, he simply continued on his way, walking forward with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hate this… so fucking much…" Gabriel grumbled after a while, eyeing one of the statues as they passed. Adam reached out every so often toward the torches, lighting them easily as he continued on, and Michael smiled a little despite himself as he watched the flames burst to life at the demon's fingertips. He didn't often display his powers - mostly, the archangel knew, because he forgot he even had any - but it was always intriguing when he did.

"I know, I know, you don't trust your dear big brother Lucifer," Lucifer drawled out sarcastically, forcing Michael to redirect his attention back to his two younger brothers as he frowned, sensing the tension rising almost immediately. "What, you think I'm leading you into some kind of double-crossing trap or something, G?"

"That's exactly what I think, Lucifer. Gosh, you're so smart," Gabriel said mockingly, and Lucifer huffed out a half-frustrated, half-defeated sigh and shook his head as he strode on. Gabriel made a face at his brother's back in return, and Michael had to resist the urge to smack both of them over the backs of their heads the way he used to do when they argued like that. But things were different now, and this argument couldn't be solved by reprimanding them…

Not that I'm not tempted, the archangel gave a soft, silent sigh, lips twitching ever so slightly when Adam simply started snickering internally.

"Here we are," Lucifer finally said, only a few minutes later. Gabriel slowed to a stop, and Michael and Adam stepped up beside him, eyebrows furrowed faintly as the three of them looked ahead. The Devil had paused in front of one door in particular, at the end of a spectacularly long hallway, a grin appearing on his face for a second. "Ah, Lilith… one of the best, I have to admit," he mused, pushing the door open.

Michael immediately moved forward, brushing past Gabriel, who hadn't moved yet, still seeming wary. He made his way to Lucifer's side, eyes widening slightly as he and Adam took in the room. "Wow…" There was very little light in the room, only a dim stream flooding in through the windows. Dust flew up the moment the door opened, and at first, it appeared that the room had been completely untouched; Upon further inspection, however, they could see some things were disturbed, dust wiped off of some spots. Lucifer's mouth twisted slightly, a disapproving frown briefly appearing on his face, but it faltered easily enough.

"Looks like it's already been raided… recently, too," the Devil huffed out, brushing a hand over the door handle. But, he lost interest rather quickly, leaving Michael's side and wandering further into the room, toward something in particular. Michael and Adam just looked around, distracted.

Gabriel had finally entered - reluctantly so - and brushed past Michael and Adam to follow after Lucifer with a frown. After a long moment, they forced their gaze back to the other two, somewhat hesitantly, but they followed after Lucifer and Gabriel all the same, peering around the archangel and watching as Lucifer reached out to grab a box, pulling it forward on a stand. The Devil grinned, looking pleased, as he brushed a hand over the top of it, clearing away the dust that coated it. "Perfect," he mumbled, scanning the symbols.

It was Enochian, Michael recognized with ease. Adam quirked an eyebrow curiously as Michael scanned the words, mouthing them quietly to himself and tilting their head ever so faintly to the side, lost in thought. Lucifer only chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh-ah-kuh-ree-me ah-tay-loh-kuh-vah-veem no-ruh," he read, sounding rather amused. "Mm… A song, just for me." He leaned back, rolling his shoulders back. "And people say they didn't adore me…"

"I remember singing in Heaven," Michael sighed softly, eyebrows furrowing together. Both Gabriel and Lucifer looked toward him at that, equal amounts of nostalgia flooding their faces. "The four of us - do you remember?" He glanced between his brothers, then looked back down at the box, scanning the words again. "Lucifer and I, and Gabriel and Raphael."

"Ah… Raphael was always so off-key," Gabriel recalled, rolling his eyes.

"We must have annoyed most of Heaven back then," Lucifer mused, pursing his lips and shaking his head a little bit as he chuckled. "Oh, the complaints…" Michael couldn't help a small laugh despite himself, but it was wistful, longing. Adam was silent, but just a bit of amusement was swirling in his chest now, simply listening to the three.

"Well, this needs to be sung," Lucifer continued suddenly, tilting his head toward the box. "In order to open it and get to the Crook." He paused, turning his head briefly in Michael's direction, and then Gabriel's. "You in?" The Devil asked innocently, an amused smile beginning to form on his face. In response to that, Gabriel only narrowed his eyes, but Michael's lit up.

"Oh, I gotta see this," Adam snickered a little, and the amused look on Lucifer's face only deepened, turning his head back toward them for a moment. Michael only rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now. "Please, please, do go on."

Lucifer and Michael looked over at Gabriel, who, after a long moment, finally gave in with a very, very reluctant sigh. "Okay… Okay! Fine," the archangel mumbled, flicking his eyes over the box and narrowing them ever so slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "If it helps get us out of here faster, then I'm down for anything, so…" The youngest spared his brothers a glance. "One of you start, I'm not doing that shit."

"I got this," Lucifer responded smugly, turning his attention back to the box. He paused slightly, tilting his head downwards a little, and Michael stepped out from behind Gabriel to stand on his brother's other side, scanning the words again and furrowing his eyebrows faintly. By then, Adam had retreated just enough so that he could still watch, the demon fully prepared to save this memory, tuck it away, and replay it whenever the fuck he wanted to just for kicks. And Michael just smiled, amused, because he knew he'd be more than happy to watch it along with him when he did.

"Oh-rah-moh-tay-da-ah-boh-da tay-da-ba," Lucifer had started, his voice lifting a few pitches as he tilted his head back and sang. Michael took a few seconds, just to listen, his gaze focused on his brother. It had been so long, too long - he just wanted to savor the moment. His brother sounded just as… well, as angelic as he always had. It sent Michael right back to the old days.

"Va-veem-no-ruh lahp tee-ah to-ruht-sool ohl-ah-oh," Gabriel joined in, somewhat reluctantly, after a moment. Taking in a breath, Michael finally joined in, adding his voice to his brothers'.

"Toh-luh-ah ay-kuh-ree-me juh-unhz-hay oh-ruh-suh ee-yahd," The three sang, quiet as could be, but their voices pounded at the walls, rattled the floor beneath them, with the force they were singing. Michael's lips twitched, eyes shut, as he continued on, the three completely synchronized. "Ah-ee-yahd day-toh-luh-hah-mee…"

Michael trailed off along with his brothers, somewhat reluctantly, and opened his eyes again. Adam was silent now, no words, hardly any thoughts - his amusement had faded considerably, almost… hell, almost stunned, as if that hadn't quite been what he had expecting. The archangel almost retreated just to check on him, but he didn't get the chance to; Adam recovered quick enough, surging up to take control almost immediately.

Gabriel cleared his throat, patting his chest with a fist. "Mm, been a while… Lucifer, I think you were just- slightly off pitch…" He admitted, and an amused look flitted across his face, just for a second, as the Devil turned his head toward the archangel. But a grin was appearing on Lucifer's face, just as easily, before he nudged both of his brothers aside and stepped forward, turning his attention completely to the box.

"Well, at least it worked," Adam spoke up as Lucifer reached in, pulling what they assumed was the Crook out. The Devil merely gave a small hum of acknowledgement, turning it over carefully in his hands and nodding, slightly, as he turned back to the others. "Now what?"

"Now, I believe the three of you should stand back," Lucifer mused, gesturing for them to back away, toward the window. Gabriel did so somewhat reluctantly, not as suspicious, but definitely still holding on to some of that wariness. Michael and Adam retreated much more willingly, both of them undoubtedly trusting, and Lucifer brushed the Crook off slightly as he turned. "Don't know what this thing will do, aside from sucking souls. It's never actually been used before…"

"Wait, what-" Gabriel started to question, but before he had the chance, Lucifer had already put the Crook to his mouth, inhaled, and blew into it as hard as he could.

And, with that, both Hell and Earth began to shake.