Disclaimer: Still don't own Supernatural *SIGH* if only...

This chapter is while Sam is in the cage.

Lucifer practically danced around the cage as he decorated. Halloween was his favorite holiday; hell, it was practically his birthday (being born before time, he doesn't have a real date of birth). Intestines hung from the top of the cage like streamers. The punch bowl had eyes floating in it instead of ice. Skulls and other bones were on the walls, complementing the bloodstain picture hanging above the couch.

Humming to himself, Lucifer carved his pumpkin. There would be a pumpkin carving contest later, and he won every year. Lucifer wasn't planning on losing this year. As he carefully sketched with his carving knife, Lucifer thought he heard a noise. Using his peripheral vision, the fallen angel saw the demon 'guarding' him scooting closer.

"Need anything?" The demon jumped.

"N-no sir."

Lucifer smiled wider. "You weren't trying to sneak a peek at my carving, were you?"

The demon blanched. "O-of c-course not, sir."

Oh how Lucifer loved messing with the demons! They terrify so easily. "Then you won't mind this." A snap of his fingers, and Lucifer was hidden from view by a black curtain.

A timid voice sounded from outside. "S-sir? You're not really supposed to hide yourself from view..."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, still carving his pumpkin. "Then come in here and take the curtain away."

Hours later, Lucifer stepped out of his mini-curtained area, the pumpkin still hidden in its folds. He looked around the cage, satisfied with his masterpiece, yet disappointed with the way the cage was decorated. With a snap of his fingers, Sam appeared on wall opposite the punch, hands and feet tied to the cage spread-eagle style. A table appeared next to him, silver shining in the candlelight.

Much better. Now he had entertainment and music, once he started throwing the knives into the youngest Winchester.

Turning to the demon outside his cage, Lucifer called out, "Go get the other demons who dare to challenge my pumpkin. I'm ready to party!"

As the demon left, Lucifer felt someone walk up to him. "Is torturing the boy really necessary?" Michael asked.

"Look who decided to stop moping around. Is it because it's my birthday, brother?"

Michael snorted. "You have no day of birth. The closest thing you have is your day of creation, and that was before time. No one celebrates you."

Lucifer turned to face the angel behind him. "Don't ruin this day for me. You are in MY domain, in case you have forgotten, and it could just as easily be YOU up there. Sam just happens to scream better than you."

Michael stiffened. "How dare-"

The archangel was interrupted as demons flowed into the room, crowding around the cage. Lucifer stuck out his tongue childishly at Michael and reached under the curtains to grab his pumpkin masterpiece.

"Show me the competition."

Pumpkins were set out in front of the cage, lined up so everyone could see them. There was realistic heart that seemed to beat with every flicker of the candle inside the jack-o-lantern, a carving of an evil face with the lips curling at the end and a mouth full of sharp teeth, a zombie pumpkin, and a dragon. Lucifer placed his pumpkin on a table next to the wall of the cage, positioning the pumpkin to face outwards. He smiled in satisfaction as every last demon gasped in horror and took an involuntary step back.

Lucifer's pumpkin was a guy's face. Who the man was didn't matter; what mattered was the pumpkin-guy's face had a zipper going from his forehead to his chin. The zipper was opened halfway, pumpkin brains hanging out of his forehead. It was a gruesome sight to behold. There was no debate, it was obvious Lucifer won the pumpkin carving contest.

He whooped in victory and took a shot at the poor Winchester. The knife sunk deep into Sam's left bicep; his screams echoed throughout the room.

Lucifer reclined back in the couch, content. He winked at Michael. "What a happy birthday indeed."