"Meg!" Sam exclaimed as Meg walked into the warehouse and joined him and Lucifer.

"Hi," she said. "I liked you better when you had no soul. You were more interesting."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Have you done it my child?" Lucifer asked.

"Yes, the word is out."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about. I've told you all I'm going to," Lucifer said and snapped his fingers.

Sam heard growling. "Is that a hell hound?" He knew it was. They would bay all the time outside of Lucifer's cage, trying to get to their master.

"Get on the table, Sam," Lucifer instructed.

Next to Sam, there was a large metal table. Sam saw that there were cuffs to chain someone down on it. "No." He immediately felt the fetid breath of the invisible dog. He instinctively backed up and found himself sitting on the table. One demonic push from Meg applied from across the room forced him to his back. Lucifer cuffed his hands and feet at the edges. He was then gagged, blindfolded and headphones were put over his ears. All he could hear was 'The Song That Never Ends.' Then chains were put across his chest.

"That should hold him," Lucifer said to Meg. "Stay here and help guard him. Feed him once a day, but no more. Only take his headphones off if you really need to. I want to torture him, but I can't afford to accidentally kill him, so this is the best I can do. Have him in a way where he has no idea what is going on around him and annoy him with that endless song."

"So, I just hang out here and feed him once a day?" Meg asked. She was hoping for a more exciting, important task."

"If you want to, you can pour ice on him from time to time, or cover up his nose so he can't breathe. Whatever you want, just make sure you don't kill him. If you kill him, I will be very displeased."

"I understand, Father," Meg said meekly. Nobody wanted to displease him.

"I'm going out. When I come back, hopefully everything will be ready," Lucifer said and with that he left.

SSS

Dean had no idea what to do. There was no clue as to what happened to Sam. The salt lines weren't broken. There was no sulphur or EMF or hex bags. There was no sign of a struggle.

Dean grabbed his cell phone and dialed Sam's number. He heard ringing coming from two feet away from him and slammed his phone shut in frustration. He wondered if Sam had just up and went off somewhere with Hal-Lucifer like he did that other time. The problem was he couldn't track him down via his GPS this time.

He sank down onto the bed and put his head to his knees in frustration. He had to find him. Sam was all he had left, and no matter what Sam said, it was his job to protect him.

He would try calling Frank. It would be breaking all the protocols, but he had no other allies left.

SSS

Delores walked into Crowley inner sanctum. She had been his lover since Lucifer had been trapped in the cage, but she couldn't stand him. She was a Lucifer loyalist. Crowley had no idea, though. He was too arrogant, and she was too good of an actress.

"Crowley, I found out something."

"What?" All the demons had felt Lucifer leaving his cage a few hours ago. He had sent Delores out to find out what was going on.

"Lucifer got out by tricking Sam into believing that he didn't exist," Delores said. She had learned deception from the best. Always as much truth as possible. That way the lies would be believed.

"I should have realized he would try that," Crowley lamented. "The oldest trick in the book. At least Lucifer's oldest."

"Well, I also found out how we can lock him back in," Delores said, reeling him in.

"How?" Crowley asked.

"There's a spell. Basically Adam has to kill Sam."

"Is Adam out of the cage, too?"

"No, that's the tricky part."

"I know how we can get him out. We tell Dean about that getting Adam out of Hell will lock Lucifer back in to get him to make a deal. We'll omit the part about killing Sam. A demon deal can accomplish anything, even things we can't do alone," he said. Delores turned around and rolled her eyes. Crowley was always explaining things to her like she was a child. Everybody knew about the power of demon deals.

"He won't want to sell his soul again," Crowley continued. "But, deals can be made for special weapons, too."

"Like what?" Delores asked. Now she was surprised. She had simply assumed that the King of the Crossroads would talk Dean into a soul deal. After all, self-sacrifice was the Winchester way. This would save Adam and the world. It would kill Sam, but he wouldn't know that.

"Like Ruby's knife," Crowley grinned. There wasn't a demon topside that didn't want that thing out of the Winchesters' hands anyway.

"Brilliant," Delores was forced to concede. "By the way, I don't know if it's important to your plan at all, but Lucifer has Sam in his possession."

"Then we'd best hurry before Lucifer kills Sam himself," Crowley said and disappeared.

SSS

Lucifer found his own safe house a mile from the warehouse. Sam's denial of his existence only gave him enough power to get out of Hell and transport him. His batteries were on empty and would be until the ritual were performed. He couldn't let any of his minions know this, though. Power was all appearance.

SSS

Dean got off the phone with Frank. Frank had no idea where Sam was, but he didn't think there was any Leviathan involvement.

There was a knock at the door. Dean ran to open it, hoping it was Sam.

"Fancy a chat?" Crowley asked him, grinning his cocky grin.