"Holy Shit." Clint was in shock. These four random guys appeared in the tower with absolutely no explanation. Two of them have wings. Apparently the large one has been to Hell or maybe he just has some very extreme nightmares. Who are these guys? Clint would usually just attack intruders without a second thought, but something about the vibe that these guys gave off made him stay back. The air around them screamed death, destruction, and depression. The three D's. Hah. D's. Come on Clint focus, this is important.
Fire surrounded them. It was just like Hell was told to be like in the Bible. Just what kind of spell did these people try and cast? More importantly, did it actually work? Once realizing the gravity of where he was, Clint decided he'd like to stick with these guys who, seemingly knew what was happening. This led him to run with them, and the rest of the Avengers, towards that giant guy who's name is apparently Sam. Dan, was that his name? Dan, Douche, Drake. Dean! His name was Dean. Dean reached Sam first and carefully bent down. Cas and Gabe were close seconds with the Avengers lagging a bit behind.
A voice was heard bubbling up behind them. The guy was blonde with a weary face. It seemed like this guy had seen a lot of stuff. Clint observed the weird hole looking things on his face and the decidedly excited gleam in his eyes. "Dean! How nice of you to come back. Miss Hell already? Weather's nice this time of year. Oh! I have news! Remember when you left Sammy boy in that mental hospital? I figured out I have Narcissistic Personality Disorder. That's when a person has an inflated sense of self importance!" The guy kept rambling on and Clint decided that he had had enough of this fake Hell and really wanted to get back to the Tower and snag a much needed nap. "HEY! Buckaroo, I don't know who you are or who you think you are, but come on man, I just want to sleep." The guy paused for a second, "Oh. Death is the eternal sleep. Maybe you'll come here. I'd love to see you." Clint gave him a confused look, "Dude. Who the hell are you and what's with the creepy metaphors?" Mr. Holey-Face perked up, "Where are my manners? Satan at your service." Clint rolled his eyes, "Satan. Really?" The guy looked bored, "Satan, Lucifer, the Morning Star. I have many names. Use whichever you prefer."
"Interesting," Clint replied jokingly, "If you're the Devil, prove it." The Avengers agreed with Clint, all of them looking quite bored with the 'show' being put on. It was at this point that Gabriel noticed their conversation and quickly stalked over. "Hey, Luci. Long time no see." Gabriel said nervously. "Ok guys, move back. Slowly back away from the Devil." The Avengers held their ground, unimpressed. "Ah, Gabriel. Last time I saw you, you were dead with a knife in your stomach. Body cold and broken on the floor with wings burnt into the surroundings. What changed?" The team looked at each other, confused. Did this guy really die? Nah, he couldn't have. People, birds, angels or whatever don't come back from the dead. Nothing ever does. Except for Coulson and his alien blood or something odd of the sort.
"Just like you said big bro, I learned all my tricks from you. Did you forget? It took me weeks to plan everything, and at least a month just to get the wings right. Now, why don't we just leave the puny mortals alone and keep this between us?" Gabriel suggested. "Normally Gabe, I would disobey you and destroy you all where you stand because, well, hellooo, Satan here. The incarnation of evil. But I'm sick of this. I'm sick of the cage and I'm sick of Michael whining. I'll make you a deal. Pull me out of Sam's memories and therefore the cage, and I'll stop haunting his head. I'll even add the bonus of not destroying you or wreaking havoc in the world. I want out."
"Careful what you wish for," Gabriel warned, "If I let you out, who knows what will happen. All hunters will be after you and I expect a no killing humans rule." Lucifer actually managed to look thoughtful for a second. "Oh but Gabe. Poor, innocent, unknowing Gabe. Have you any idea where you are or what universe you are in?"
"What do you mean by 'universe'?
"You had to have realized that this isn't home. This isn't our world. Remember when you sent Gigantor and squirrel over there to TV land? Alternate Universe. Same thing's happening here. And before you ask, no. You won't be able to just 'zap' out of here. Alternate universe problems. Magic, angels, me, hunters. They don't exist here. Capisce?"
"Well if angels don't exist, then why do I still have my wings? Hmm? What about the spell to reveal Sam's memories? What aren't you telling me?"
"Oh don't tell me you really are that thick Gabriel. I thought you'd progressed. It's because of ME. I am the second most powerful being in the universe. Second to God and tied with Michael. Now the Raph is gone, Michael is the only one that even comes close to matching my power. I allowed the spell to work. I allowed your wings to stay and be able to manifest themselves. God is gone. Get it? He has left us. Nobody, not even Joshua, has heard from him in years. The chances of him helping you guys or more importantly, me, are slim to nothing. I am your only hope. Get me out of this Cage and then we can talk. Just think, there is nobody else. No angels or hunters to call out to for help. All angels are in the next universe over. Angel radio will only work between you and little Cassie here. Cell phones won't work. If you can't get a signal in the desert, why would it work over universes? Can't call Bobby, Jody, Garth, Crowley. Now that all of the explaining is over with, lets strike a deal. I want out of this sad excuse of a Cage and you want back to your universe. I get it. Call it a done deal. All you have to do is let me out."
Gabriel's face mirrored one of a philosopher as he was deep in thought. By this time, Dean had Cas had wondered over with Sam between them, leaning heavily on their shoulders. As long as Lucifer was occupied, Sam wasn't being endlessly tortured by memories of his short stay in the Cage. "Oh come on Gabe, we aren't really going to agree with him, right? I mean, he's the Devil. He tortured me and Sam, actually killed Cas once, and tried to kill you with an angel blade to the stomach. You can't seriously be considering this." Dean voiced his displeasure. Cas jumped in with his logically sound perspective, "Dean. If my brother is right, there is no way back. We have to free him. If we should not, we shall be stuck here for eternity." "Gee Cas, way to raise the atmosphere." Dean muttered disappointedly. "This is the only way guys." Sam quietly strained out, "I don't care what he's done before. I'm not saying we should forget. Lets give him a chance. I mean, he wants to get out of the Cage just as much as we want to leave right? So he basically can't screw us over or back he goes."
"We will let you out" Dean stated. Lucifer's eyes gleamed with excitement. "On one condition." His eyes dulled a bit. "Oh great, what is it? Did you just happen to bring Enochian covered chains? Are you expecting me to be muzzled the whole time? Am I supposed to be your slave?" The group glanced at each other because, lets face it, those were all great ideas. Too bad they left all torture devices at home safely in the bunker. "The condition," Dean stated slowly, drawing it out suspensfully, "The condition is," everybody leaned forward to make sure that no word went amiss. "The condition is that Michael comes out too."