Death was enjoying his pizza. After he had ordered he had killed everyone in the place. Too bad. They made a good pizza, but unfortunately Lucifer had managed to tether him. He felt Dean come in. He snatched the sickle from him and slid it over. "Thanks for returning that. Sit."
He watched as the little bacterium sat in front of him. He couldn't believe he was putting his hope in him. He didn't have much choice, though. The only way he would get free of Lucifer was if Sam managed to lock him up again. How had he managed to get himself into such a ridiculous situation?