Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

This chapter is pre-Sam.

Intestines hung from the top of the cage like streamers, the occasional drop of blood falling to the floor. Bones spelled out "HAPPY NEW YEAR" on the wall above the refreshments table. The table itself had inverted skulls, ready to be filled with the drinks nearby.

As Lucifer looked over the assortment of celebratory champagne laid out on the table, he sighed dramatically. Another year, another 365 days of boredom.

"Sir? The countdown clock is here." A voice calls from outside the cage.

Lucifer peers through the bars of his cage. A huge clock counting down the minutes until midnight stood facing him, doing nothing to alleviate his depression.

"Sir?" A tentative voice asks. "Is it to your liking?"

Lucifer's gaze flicks from the clock to the newest demon they have guarding his cage. He doesn't know why they even bother having someone stand by him. It's not like they do anything.

He turned around, leaning his back to the cage bars. "It's fine."

Lucifer picked up the party hat lying on the table and placed it on his head. No point in moping about this prison of his. Lucifer was going to enjoy the last couple of minutes leading up to the New Year.

"Let's party!"

Lucifer spent the next half hour or so pouring champagne into his skull-cup and downing the contents. He even convinced the demon standing watch to play a drinking game with him.

The clock only had ten seconds left. Loudly, Lucifer drunkenly shouted, "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! Hic! FIVE! FOUR! THRRREE! TWO! ONE!"

Lucifer chugged the champagne, some of the liquid spilling down his chin. "Happy New Year!"

With a snap of his fingers, the decorations were gone. The only thing left to show for the party was the obnoxious clock outside the cage.

A suddenly sober Lucifer stood alone in his prison. "What is your New Year's Resolution?" He asked the demon outside.

Swallowing loudly, the demon responded, "W-why, to serve you b-better, sir."

Lucifer nodded. "Come here." When the demon approached, Lucifer glared at him, his eyes glowing red. "My resolution is simple. GET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMNED CAGE!"

The demon cowered.

Lucifer smiled. "I don't ask for much, do I? No? Didn't think so. All I ask for, and it's the same thing every year, mind you, is to be freed. And what do you do? NOTHING! You and the other demons do nothing but sit on your lazy asses while I rot away in this!" He motioned at the cage around him.

"This year," Lucifer glowered, "something will change. This year, I'm taking matters into my own hands. Go tell Azazel I want to speak to him. Privately."

I know technically no demon had seen Lucifer before he was sprung from the cage the first time, but, for the sake of my story, I went a tad off script.