Lucifer

Lucifer had no clue where he was. He didn't know how long it had been since Sam had overpowered him and flung all of them back into the cage. All he knew was that he'd asked for forgiveness, had begged his Father for a second chance, a way to redeem himself and he'd been heard. He remembered everything. The majority of his powers had been stripped away but his wings remained to help him fight. He'd also been allowed to keep his archangel blade.

It took him 100 years to fight his way out of Hell. One hundred years of exhausting, agonizing war, but he'd made it and now he was topside. He remembered the place he'd crawled from the ground. Stull Cemetery still sat just as unassuming as it had been the day he'd seen it last.

He'd been wandering for days, avoiding the majority of civilization. No one bothered to pick him up, thinking he was some freak in a costume. He was thankful for the most part. How do you explain to a human that your wings were read and yes that really was blood dripping from them and covering his body.

Honestly though, anyone who looked at him couldn't really blame him for what happened next. He found a tiny hotel on the outskirts of some no name town and stumbled towards it. He was filthy, exhausted, thirsty, and starving. He was ready to collapse. Which is exactly what he did before he ever made it to any of the doors. He groaned just outside someone's window and collapsed, all strength suddenly leaving him.

Lucifer didn't know that his brother had found out about a few of the things he'd gotten up to while on earth. Had he known, there was a good chance he would have stopped him. Gabriel was known for his antics and while Lucifer normally left him alone to play them (on other people), he was not happy about this turn of events.

Okay, so Lucifer had been in a porno. He'd been curious and decided to experience a few things before going ahead with the apocalypse. Now it seemed to have come back to bite him in the ass. What he didn't know was that Gabriel had sent Sam a copy of the video. Thankfully it was only softcore.

"Gabriel, I am going to kill you when I get a chance." He mumbled softly, rubbing his forehead in exasperation at his little brother as he stood behind Sam. He was invisible to the young Winchester, but he was watching him, glad to see that Dean was gone somewhere instead of watching the video with him.