The impatience of the wolf began to get on his nerves.
Yes, he had promised to free him.
He also needed his help, unfortunately.
Lucifer sighed annoyed.
This imprisonment was pure misery.
Boring and corrosive. He had no one to "play" with, but that would change soon enough.
He chuckled happily at the thought of his wonderful, oh so perfect plan.
He finally had plenty of time to file it out, had gone through every conceivable scenario and had arranged one or the other Plan B, for safety's sake, of course.
Soon enough, his time would have come.
He finally had a few important things to do!
How wonderful stupid and self-sacrificing humans were when it came to love.
One could almost think that love was not created by God, but by him.
How they tortured themselves, how they thirsted after each other and forgot themselves.
Even Sam had been stupid enough to make a big mistake for his little Angel.
The very part of Sam's soul, which looked back on 180 years of pain and anguish, finally granted him access.
Oh yes, he chuckled, he had always known, that the Winchester kid was slightly masochistic.
He laughed aloud as he recalled how puzzled the boy had been when he found the bundle of hawthorn.
And how quickly he jumped to the conclusion, that no other but Gabriel could be responsible for that.
Oh, he loved this game.
It was just too good to be true.
To see those four idiots groping in the dark.
Well, by now they had come dangerously close to him, but what's the matter?
Everything went exactly as planned ...