Chuck eyes had been closed, for over four hundred years he had watched the world destory itself. He frowned deeply feeling maybe life was not meant to happen. But he fully opened his eyes at the sound of a voice calling out. it was Lucifer and so that god himself appeared within the dark cage where the powerful archangel sat, his neck collared and torn shirt.

"My son" chuck said softly as Lucifer looked up with sad and angry eyes as he leaned his head back. "Forgive a fool father, it took me so many errors and deaths to understand the way I eas going about was never the right way" he whispered in a sad and cold tone as chuck crouched close to the fallen archangel and smiled gently. He looked at Lucifer seeing the begging of a chance to make things right and the all mighty god looked at the archangel. This was the choice of a lifetime, he closed his eyesd and started to shatter the cage and the shackles of the archangel breaking the seals and everything. He touched his defeated son's shoulder and with a loud roaring boom they were gone and destroyed cage shattered and was gone in a blanket of light and shadows themselves.

He appeared in the mortal world a place where the air was cool and crisp. Chuck appeared in the old hotel of Gabriel and Castiel as well as a young hunter Jackson Winchester and called out "Gabriel, Castiel, Jackson in the room now" he said sharply as he set the beaten and bloody defeated weakened archangel down on a chair.

Gabriel came from a room as he looked at chuck confused "dad what are-" he froze seeing Lucifer. God how the fallen archangel brought back so much terrible memories yet such fond ones as well. Gabriel looked defensive slightly his invisible wings bristled slightly at the ready to defend his friends ans race he grew close to. Jackson yawned and came in.

"hey, whats going on?" He asked as Gabriel growled at him to stay away from the beaten looking archangel. Jackson looked confused and looked at chuck.

"Hello chuck, Who is that?" jhe finally asked as Lucifer opened his eyes and coughed sharply doubling over as Chuck caught him and placed him back on the couch "rest Lucifer," he said as he turned to the two angels and human hunter.

"..........This war is to stop and to do so Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel and hunter and many more will embark on an adventure to destory the last of the wars, Lead the angels and humans against the seeds of evil. I have had enough and Lucifer has had enough of the bloodshed. For now he is extremely weak due to beingripped from the cage" he explained with a soft voice which made Gabriel uncertain.

"But....But what he has done so long ago-" he was cut off by Chuck who sharply spoke "IS the PAST, if you can't get over the past Gabriel you should hang up your wings! He will help make things right. I trust him in the hands of you three. Keep him safe the demons wiull be searching for him" said the male before he vanished as Gabriel looked at Lucifer who just breathed heavily.

"Want.....water?" he asked as Lucifer lufted his head and for the first time he saw a human like feature to his eyes "Yes please gabriel" he breathed gently.

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When called directly by God, Castiel wasn't one to keep him waiting -- he owed so much to Him; everyone did. Still, that devotion didn't extend to the once fallen angel following God's words blindly. And it certainly offered no comfort when he stood before God and a seemingly pardoned Lucifer.

Castiel noticed that Gabriel looked distinctly ruffled by their long-since-banished brother's unexpected presence. He frowned and furrowed his brow, not entirely sure what to make of the situation unfolding before him. Shock wasn't quite the right word for the moment, but surprise wasn't quite adequate either. Suspicion and anger felt far more appropriate. (A feeling that almost any of the angels in Heaven would have likely have shared had they been there to witness this bizarre turn of events.)

Lucifer had been the enemy for a long time. There weren't many left who were old enough to remember the Archangel's betrayal of God personally, so many of their brother's had been lost in the last handfuls of centuries, but Castiel was definitely one of them.

God, or "Chuck" as he'd become known as, (long after the passing of Dean and Sam, where the whole schtick had started) abruptly disappeared after his brief announcement, leaving the angels and one human to stare dumbly at each other for a few moments of silence, but it was broken by Gabriel.

"Want... water?"

Castiel narrowed his blue eyes in their direction, still not mentally on board with the edict his Father had just issued -- it left far too many questions hanging in the balance. Why bring Lucifer back now? How could all be forgiven so easily when the Archangel had been locked away for so long?

For the first time in many, MANY years, Castiel felt somewhat sick to his stomach. (And he didn't even know if that was actually possible, considering.)

"Jackson," Castiel finally said, his gruff voice directed toward the one human in the room, a definite edge to his tone. "Meet Lucifer."

Any hunter would know the name, of course, even regular people knew the name and stories that were attached to it. Whether they actually believed in 'the Devil' being real or not was another matter. Lucifer had been safely hidden away and kept out of trouble since the time of Sam and Dean Winchester, who had long-since become the source of legends themselves.

Castiel's posture was stiff and his fingers had curled into loose fists at the sides of his perennially trench-coated attire -- he almost looked as though he was readying himself for an attack. He was unsure of Lucifer, to say the least, and wouldn't rule a sudden move of treachery out. It was always best to be prepared. Especially with Jackson present.

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It had been a peaceful day for the Queen of Hell--though perhaps not a day others would consider peaceful. Everything was in place in hell, with each area continuing to torture souls to the finest degree. Her system was a unique one, designed to pit her immediate underlings against each other, and leave them too busy fighting each other to unite to unseat her. Of course, that didn't mean that Lorelei didn't have the final say in the running of hell.

"What is it, Birdboot?" Lorelei asked, noticing as a demon rushed into the throne room, interrupting her from her thoughts. She had been making plans for a slight shift in the way punishment operated in hell, an experiment of sorts. Her last bit of meddling, which resulted now in a circle of hell modeled after the DMV, had been a fun treat to operate with. But it was much more fun when she didn't have to push the souls towards damnation, and when they found their way their themselves.

"Your highness, that's not my..."

"Spit it out. You're wasting my time," she warned.

"R-right, it's the cage," the flustered demon stammered. "It's...it's gone."

Lorelei frowned a bit, stepping off of her throne, as she approached the demon. With one hand on a stolen angel blade, she cocked her head at him, a bit of insanity glimmering in her eyes. "And why am I only hearing this now, Birdboot?" The demon gulped, sputtering off excuses, and Lorelei sighed, dropping him to the ground. "You really don't give our species a good reputation, do you now?" Pinching her nose, she considered just killing the messenger, but that type of slaughter wasn't her style.

"Lock him in with one of the hard cases," Lorelei ordered, regarding the demonic sentries in the room. "Give them a hair dryer and...say, twelve hours? Make sure it's filmed. I love it when they get creative." The demon in front of her looked like he was about to wet himself, and the Queen of Hell rolled her eyes, shoving past him and out of the palace doors. She headed out towards the cage, and when she arrived, it didn't look too good. "Fuck me," Lorelei groaned.

She didn't fancy the prospect of having to deal with another apocalypse.

The huntress wasn't sure how long she had been driving, but it was long enough for her to feel like she was suffocating on the inside of her car. She desperately needed to stop and stretch her legs, but with grey storm clouds gathering in the distance, it hardly seemed to be a good idea. This would be proven true only a matter of seconds later when a lightning strike snapped across the evening sky and a torrential downpour immediately followed behind it.

Absolutely wonderful.

As a child, Catori absolutely loved to sit around and watch thunderstorms, but as an adult, she had grown to become skeptical of them. While most storms were ordinary, she had come to learn that some had a supernatural presence attached to them. This sentiment was also true to many other parts of life that would be seen as "normal", but regardless if angels, wendigos, skinwalkers, kitsunes, or even God Himself was behind the storm, Catori drove on. At the very least, the storm was keeping her entertained in such a bland, vast, and empty setting.

Much to her luck (or perhaps misfortune), the young woman would not be driving for long as she pulled into the parking lot of an ancient hotel that seemed to desperately need a renovation and was, much to her surprise, open and accepting guests. Switching off the car engine and reaching for her bag that rested on the passenger seat, Catori reached for the door and was ready to make a mad dash inside the hotel. Although it looked rickety, the hotel would hopefully do for the night and was much more ideal than sleeping in her car.

Cora was driving back to the motel after grabbing some burgers {Because castierl was a Burger eating machiene with no stop button} and that Joriel wanted to see the town so she had taken the small angel to the town to get them some food and bring it back for the group. She came back parking the car and unstrapped joriel to the seat belt and let her jump put. She was wondering why there was such a nasty storm brewing and frowned slightly as she had a gun in her hand in case anything unpleasent should be waiting for them. She opeend the door gun raised and just saw Castiel, Gabriel and Jackson standing there and looked confused "hey guys whats up with the storm?" she asked as she placed down the two things of burgers, a bag of candy and some other food for the rest of the group. She then saw what they where staring at and it was a man that was on the couch and frowned. She knew almost insantly and gun raised sharply at the man.

"Lucifer" she snapped sharply eyes narrowed. Joriel sensed a great weakness in the great archangel and frowned and ran between the gun and the archangel "No No Cora stop he's no threat he is too weak to pose a threat" she said jumping to sheild Lucifer slightly as she whined slightly. Cora snarled at the young angel and scolwed at castiel "control your appearance Castiel" she grumbled annoyed before lowering the gun but was unpleased.

"Need to talk to someone" she said annoyed as she turned and walked outside and away from the motel to the forest doing a small summon that would allow the queen of hell to appear but not leave the circle or have powers as Cora was here for answers not for a fight and nor did she trust the girl enough to let her out and spoke sharply.

"Do tell me something demon the hell is the devil doing out of hell?" she asked annoyed she didn't trust Lucifer and she was also unaware of what he was doing at earth in the first place. "Is there not a cage that holds the man?" she demanded angrily she wanted answers and quickly she didn't need Castiel or gabriel catching on she spoke to the queen of hell.

Joriel looked at Lucifer and at Castiel and then at gabriel and Jackson. She dared get closer to the weakened archangel and looked at him "he doesn't seem so bad he looks more human than an archangel" she giggled gently as she probably knew Castiel would demand she gets away from the dangerous creature, but she found nothing wrong with him and found him rather funny looking. She giggled and stood a goot from the fallen archangel.

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Castiel grabbed Joriel by the back of her shirt as she went to pass by him, jerking the blond 'child' somewhat roughly to his side and away from Lucifer -- he wasn't going to waste time demanding anything from her, though he wasn't able to stop himself from giving his protégé a strongly agitated look. The younger angel clearly had no idea what she was dealing with, though she was right that Lucifer seemed more of a shadow of his former self than anything at the moment.

Still, it was best not to underestimate the fallen archangel. He'd learned that from experience the hard way.

Cora and the gun didn't go without notice, either. (Not that a regular gun would have done much to help the situation.) The smell of burgers wafted to Cas' nose and added to the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. This whole situation was unfolding badly, as if the day could somehow get any worse. It was like some kind of bad joke -- God, two archangels, two humans, and a Seraph walk into a hotel...

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If there was one experience Lorelei found to be nauseating, it was summoning. She was physically unable to do anything about it, and her head always felt a bit dazed, moving rapidly from one location to the next, all in the span of a second. The wonderfully gloom of hell was replaced with a wooded area, and she frowned slightly. Hunters. Bloody brilliant. As if her day couldn't get any more wearisome. Perhaps Crowley had had the right idea, dying and all.

"Not even a bloody phone call first?" Lorelei snapped, rolling her eyes. "You hunters can be so goddamn demanding sometimes. Especially Winchesters."

Cracking her neck--strictly speaking, it wasn't her neck, it was the neck of some personal trainer who went missing ages ago--she thought over Cora's questions. "Well, given that Lucifer isn't bloody in hell, I suppose there isn't a cage currently holding him," Lorelei said tersely, smirking a bit at the end. She might have been stressed and panicked about the situation, but she had a reputation for being a smart arse. "Even Dean would've understood that much."

As to Cora's question, well...The Queen of Hell didn't know, and she hated not knowing. While some enjoyed the surprises of chaos, Lorelei preferred to have chaos on her own terms. She shrugged slightly at Cora, indicating that she didn't have much else to say on the topic. Glancing down at the circle, she rolled her eyes as well.

"Huh, it's almost like you don't trust me. Pity."

Lucifer's head was spinning, everything was a blur when he hears Gabriel walk over and place down a glass of water the fallen archangel sat up slowly and grunted at the pain that shot through him. He gulped down the water as if it was the blast thing he ever did as he looked at the people in the room. He stared at the angels with the strangest of looks, One that showed as trange.....some strange feeling he didn't even know what it was because he had never felt it before. Maybe it was regret or pain or something of both of them. He looked at Gabriel.

"Your...alive?" he asked as Gabriel's eyes narrowed still in warning and just nodded to the fallen archangel uncertain about this. The angel looked at Castiel and Joriel "do not walk up to a fallen archangel and be nice....There is a reason we are a tense young lady" Gabriel spoke as he turned back to Lucifer seeing his eyes now were on Jackson and felt tense. hand ready to get the archangel blade and get between them.

"So the great great great grandson of Samuel Winchester. I am surprised....well not really But I am surprised to see your .....alive none the less. Didn;t think Sammy boy would have gotten himself a-" he was wacked sharply across the face by Jackson as the hunter had stormed up to the fallen archangel. Lucifer head snapped to the side and winced slightly.

"ouch what was that for?" he asked as Jackson's eyes narrowed "You...Did terrible things Lucifer to my family and to your own family and to the demonic families. You have spoiled angelic names for ages, your fall and bitter plan of death and destuction across all races. Whyu should we care what happens to you?" he spat sharply at the archangel. Now Lucifer usualy would have snapped a mortals neck in half for daring to speak to him in such a way but he looked at the angry eyes of jackson and blinked.

"How right you are, I have done many things that are terrible for mankidn and the races i was told would become my family. The angels my family i have done terrible things. Tried to kill Gabriel.....Killed castiel a few times....tried to kill and torment the winchesters. Almost killed Crowley once. But.....tell me son of sam winchester. What would you do....if everything you knew hated you? would you let them scorn and scoft at your exitance or would you want pay back some for ofr justification on what you did?" he asked bitterly as jack eyes narrowed.

"I wouldn't ever give up on my family! Thats what family does they never give up on each other. Gabriel never gave up on you and what did you do you stabbed him all because what? he stood between you and your goal ?" he barked back as Lucifer looked down and frowned gently.

"I.." he said nothing though for some reason those words bore deep withing the archangels chest. he didn;t know why but it did, was it because he knew how much Gabriel had loved him and yet he let his anger blind him so easily.

"if i could go back in time ...I would have undone so many things jackson I would have" he whispered gently his head low and seemed sad as jackson felt maybe he was a bit too harsh on the fallen archangel.

"Look I know what you faced, the whole banishment from heavena dnfall from grace must have hurt right? Loose your wings and everything-" he was cut off by Lucifer standing up and speaking.

"I NEVER LOST MY WINGS" he snapped a light emeited from him showing that his wings infact where intact and still real.



Gabriel's eyes widen "You.....You never...Lost your wings?" he asked in shock. So many angels and rumors had gone for unbeleivable amount of time that lucifer upon his fall has lost his wings forever. Jackson stumbled away sharply behind Castiel as if Lucifer might attack him but the wounded archangel granted and the light vanished as he collapsed on the couch once more.

Jackson heard a car park and raised an eyebrow and went to the door to see a girl standing there "um...hello how may we help you" asked the great descendent of Samuel Winchester,

Joriel saw the fighting and winced slighly at the punch of jackson. Didn't they see thwey where hurting the poor guy?! She might be small and young but even she knew the archangel couldn't be much of a threat. Well she was proven wrong easily as the archangel had stood up and the light that emitted was rather harsh and sheilded herself away with her wings which where dusty brown color. She winced slightly at the bright light and saw it vanish and Lucifer just collasp "He has used a lot of his enegery up we should move him to a bed or something" she said tothe two angels.

Cora glared at the queen of hell adn scolwed slightly "Last time Winchesters trusted a demon it didn;t end well. Sorry if you don't like it sweetheart but I do not have time to let you run free and cause who knows what bull on our surface world. Yill I get a full picture on what going on you can go back to hell and stay there and keep your little demons under control. Till gabriel and Cas tell me the fuck Lucifer is doing on earth i will not let you out of that circle till future notice your insight is no longer needed. This is hunters worry now...not yours" She said as the circle stayed and glowed brighty showing it was not leaving.

that the demon would have to leave or just stand there in the pouring rain and wait for the circle to wash away which would take a few hours to do so. The female huntress sighed gent and wondered what dumb idiot had this plan but since she had nothing else to say she looked at the demoness.

"Sorry learn from past mistakes" she said and turned back to up the path and to the hotel a half a mile away in the drenching rain not caring at all.

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Castiel's hand inadvertently loosened and he released Joriel's collar, momentarily awestruck by the sight of Lucifer's wings despite himself. His own wings had finally healed, battered as they had been in centuries past, but Lucifer's display left him somewhat dumbstruck. He could not deny the beauty before him, twisted though it had been for uncountable millenniums and confined to a cage.

It was a moment before Cas seemed to register the suggestion of getting the drained Archangel to a bed.

It probably wasn't a bad idea, as the being before him did seem to be using his last modicum of energy to keep himself upright...

"Gabriel," Castiel intoned, seemingly rooted to the spot and looking towards his other brother. "Help Lucifer."

The words seemed foreign as they left his mouth, like someone else was speaking them. Help Lucifer? God had commanded, despite Cas' own misgivings, that they look out for the once mighty Archangel -- for the moment he would obey, even if somewhat grudgingly.

The Seraphim reluctantly allowed his eyes to pull away from the scene in front of him, glancing in the direction that Cora had gone. Out into the rain, clearly upset. His instincts were yanking him in two directions -- one feeling deeply mistrustful and wanting to guard Lucifer against causing any trouble (if he was even able to in his weakened state) and the other wanted to follow Cora. Cas had always felt a stronger bond with Dean than Sam, having been the one to retrieve the legendary hunter personally from Hell eons ago, and the fondness had seemingly transferred itself down through the older Winchester's bloodline. Cora was family.

But so was Lucifer, technically.

Castiel nodded to Jackson, silently instructing the young man to keep tabs on the situation in his stead. Jackson was a skilled hunter and could certainly be trusted. (Not that his skills rivaled an Archangel's in any way, but he would have to suffice in for the moment.) "Joriel," Cas added quietly, turning to the smallest member of the group. "Make sure you don't touch him."

Don't touch Lucifer. Why? Because. That's why.

Cas slowly backed away from them, his eyes hesitant to remove themselves from the scene lest something suddenly go wrong, as he edged his way towards the open hotel door. It was swinging wildly in the wind; it had been left open and at the mercy of the elements that were raging outside. He wasn't sure where Cora had gone, but he thought it prudent to bring her back and have her help keep an eye on the Devil, exhausted though he clearly was. The more help he had to keep control on the situation, the better.

"Everyone just... behave," Castiel mumbled, mostly to himself. "And I'll be right back."

Out into the rain went the Angel, his trench coat not offering much in the way of protection. Getting wet was the least of his worries, however, especially when he smelled the distinct scent of fire wafting to him on the breeze. He couldn't hear anything over the wind and the thunder, but the glow of flames flickering between the trees at the edge of the nearby forest was a hard to ignore marker. He began to walk in their direction, a scowl of determination on his face and rain dripping in his squinting eyes.

He wasn't going to like what he would find, of course. He had never directly dealt with Lorelei, but he was aware of who she was. And, if he wasn't, the powerful devil's trap that she was currently stuck in would have told him almost everything he needed to know -- it was a step above a typical trap, meant only for a top level Demon. Certainly not someone to treat idly, especially now that Lucifer had been set free.

Did this Demon know? How many other beings on the various planes of existence knew?

The surge of power that had happened when Lucifer was released would certainly have sent ripples through Heaven and Hell, but how many would have realized the implications of the jolt they felt?

"Cora?" Castiel called out, cupping his hands and using them in an attempt to get the sound to carry further. He was about to yell again when he came across the current Queen of Hell and the fiery prison that the Winchester girl had constructed.

What was going on here?

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Lorelei laughed a bit, wiping a fake tear away from her eye. Sure, she enjoyed messing with humans every now and then, it was all in good fun. But honestly? Humans didn't need demons to lead them to evil and to wreak havoc and destruction. They were quite skilled at doing that without even the slightest bit of encouragement. "I love idealists," Lorelei explained. "So self righteous... Have you ever killed anyone? I bet it'd eat you up inside if you did."

As for Cora's little manifesto, Lorelei made a bit of a face, tilting her head at the woman. "You summoned me, remember?" Perhaps she had hit her head on something. Meat suits tended to be a bit fragile from time to time. It was annoying, if anything, in Lorelei's experience--she grew very attached to her suits. Not every bit of flesh flatters a girl's figure, after all.

But left in the flaming circle alone, with the rain pouring down, she couldn't help but feel...bored. Sure, the devil was on Earth, but there wasn't anything she could do about it tell these flames died down. And she wasn't going to call hell for help. That'd only show weakness, and then before she'd gotten back, someone else would be sitting on her throne. There was no way in hell she'd allow that to happen.

She heard the woman's name called out, not recognizing the voice. But given that the woman was a Winchester, it was either a fellow hunter or the pretty boy angel who always followed Winchester spawn around. Crowley had taught her all she needed to know about the Winchester clan long ago--and about the danger of getting close to them.

"Sorry, bitch ain't here," Lorelei shrugged. "Mind letting me out, would you? It's not that I don't love this weather it's...Well, just that. I don't love it."

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Castiel eyed Lorelei warily.

Did he really want to let a Demon out, especially one that he was unfamiliar with, and who was clearly in the upper echelon of Hell? And with Lucifer himself nearby?

"Who are you?" the angel asked, his naturally raspy voice somewhat defensive and obviously laced with mistrust.

The cold rain dripping down each of their faces was hardly a positive situation -- he could agree with her on that point. The weather left much to be desired, but was it safe to simply allow the woman opposite him out of the devil's trap? He needed more information. He could guess why Cora had summoned the woman; that much was easy enough to glean from the situation.

But why this particular Demon? What did she bring to the table that had prompted the summoning?

The archangel sighed as he picked up Lucifer and took him to a room and drawing a few symbols to keep the room demon free so that his brother may rest with no further harm coming to him. he then left and closed the door leaving a demon warding spell on the door as well so that Lucifer would stay safe.

Jackson smiled at the young angel "Come on have some food it's going to be a long night" he said as he allowed her to get some food. The hunter could sense his cousin's great distrust of the archangel and hoped she didn't do anything stupid. Jackson was more rational of thought and thought things out before doing them Cora seemed a lot like her great great grand fatehr Dean. He sat down and ate a sandwich not all that hungry.

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Lorelei grinned at the trench coat clad angel. With the simple speech, the attire, and the fact that he was hanging around a Winchester--all signs pointed towards this being the legendary Castiel. She recalled when the man used to be equivalent to God, and she remembered when he lost it all, and fell into disgrace. She had hardly been a demon of any prominence back then--how times changed things.

"Castiel, I presume?" Lorelei stated, even though it was phrased as a question. "A woman needs a little romancing, dear. Can't just bark out who are you and expect her to play along?" the Queen of Hell chuckled at her own joke, shaking her head. "I'm Lorelei. Only slightly offended if you haven't heard of me, slightly charmed if you have."

Still, it was clear that she wanted nothing more than to be let out of the trap. But who could blame her? Being confined to a small bit of space wasn't exactly her idea of a fun time. However, it did present her with a unique opportunity to get information as to the disturbance in her realm--namely, Lucifer vanishing. "But while I got you here, mind explaining to me how a certain brother of yours escaped from Hell?" she inquired, her eyes narrowing.

Winchesters, Crowley had explained to her ages ago, always had a knack for being at the center of any crisis. And with Castiel being glued at the hip to the Winchesters, Lorelei figured he knew something.

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Cas scowled at her words, hardly in the mood for levity or flirting or whatever means of manipulation she was trying to employ to get out of the circle of flames.

"Lorelei? I've heard of you."

So, this was Crowley's replacement, was it? Well, then, wasn't that just perfect.

Castiel had a complicated relationship with Crowley before his passing -- the consummate pair of frenimies, if there ever was one. They had, of course, worked together many times, mostly when it involved the Winchesters in one fashion or another, but it had still happened. It helped that the King of Hell knew Castiel could destroy him with the snap of his fingers, if he ever let his guard down, but it had often been to their mutual benefit to cooperate and keep the peace. (Such as it was.)

A the end of the day Crowley could usually be reasoned with.

Lorelei, from what Castiel had heard, was a little more... unstable.

"Lucifer did not escape," Castiel said flatly. "He was released from his cage and he is now under our protection."

He didn't specify who all of 'our protection' entailed. Honestly, Cas wasn't sure at the moment. God may have intended to have Lucifer help end the war that had been going on for ages, but not all of Heaven fully supported God -- they hadn't for a long time now. There were a lot of misgivings after God had disappeared for so long, only to pop back up out of nowhere, then run off with His sister. (Castiel wasn't judging God for His general absence for the past several centuries; he knew how hard it was to be God from his own misguided experiences.) Still, that all said, there appeared to be a lot of unhappiness with things in Heaven and Cas wasn't sure if everyone would be so willing to forgive Lucifer for his transgressions, whether it was commanded by God or not. If he and Gabriel were unlucky there could be outright rebellion in response to Lucifer's return.

And he certainly didn't need the new Queen of Hell making things even more complicated. The circle of fire remained burning for the moment, Castiel clearly unwilling to cede any territory when he was so uncertain of his potential adversary.

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Of course, it always flattered her when people recognized her. And the fact that Castiel hadn't blasted her into bits or let her out of the trap, Lorelei took it as a compliment. She grinned at him, recognizing fear and apprehension. The flames burned on, fighting valiantly against the rain, but they couldn't last forever. Like it or not, Lorelei would be able to leave the trap within the next few hours. The angel couldn't keep her there forever.

It'd be rude, after all. "Really?" Lorelei asked, trying to hold back a laugh. "Please, keep the asshat. It's like keeping an atomic bomb in the garage--never know when it's going to go off." She never really did enjoy having the devil locked in Hell, after all. To her, the best case scenario would be having him dead, torn to celestial bits so that way no one could put him back together. It was the safest and most logical choice.

"You are going to kill him, of course," Lorelei surmised. "I heard you were thick, Castiel, but fucking hell, if you honestly think keeping him alive and free to roam is a good thing, well..." her voice trailed off, and she made a bit of a face, as if to indicate he was nuts. She rolled her wrists a bit, letting them crack. It was getting a bit dull, just standing in the fiery circle.

"They'll be killed if Lucifer remains free, Castiel," Lorelei warned. "And maybe the next time, they won't come back. Winchesters aren't immortal--remember Sam? Dean? Yeah. They'll die just as bloody if you don't take care of this properly."

There was a small chuckle that followed her words as Chuck came from the tree's standing there for a whole and spoke to the qieen of hell "Oh how wrong you are. Only thing that can truly destroy Lucifer for good is me as i am the father of all creation meaning I can easily tare you apart with no more than a flick of my hand but I will not. I'll let the angels have their way with you and watch you feel what its like to truly fear. But for right now castiel, gsther whatever hunters you can we need to call a meeting. You though princess are not welcomed on earth. Learn any other way you wish but till I am ready you can cvome back" with that chuck clapped his ahnds as the demoness would appear back in hell unable to leave till chuck had finished his meeting with the hunters.

"Come castiel...We have much to talk about the angels and demons as well will be after us butbt hat doesn't concern me" god said as this would end all fights between the races as all races would lose their abilities and everything would e at peace when the journey finally came to a rest. it was the last adventure of all creation.

"Gather up the hunters you can find Castiel, Any search far and wide and see what you can find" boomed god as he would need a team for this job. He went back to the motel room smiling and looked at the hunters "Main room now" he said as they would await the arrival of other hunters.

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The angel had been about to respond to the woman in the center of the demon trap, but the appearance of God cancelled the need for it. Castiel was unsure of Lorelei, naturally, but he couldn't quash the flicker of curiosity about her that sparked inside of him.

She seemed rational. Was she really as unstable as her reputation?

"I'll see what I can do," Cas replied to God's orders. His brows knit together in a thoughtful manner, though he was slightly exasperated by the command.

Go /find/ hunters? Where should he look and how many did God require?

Castiel stood for a moment looking around, rocking on his heels, and trying to decide what to do. It was then that he heard a car pull up and park in the hotel lot behind them. Who was walking into the situation in the hotel now? He quickly sensed a human and, if so, maybe it would be best if he tried to deter them from staying. He understood the weather was unhelpful for those traveling right now, but they could be blindly walking into a dangerous scenario with things they wouldn't understand if they were the average Joe.

Cas glanced over his shoulder and willed the burning devil's trap to snuff itself. No sense leaving the flames if they were no longer going to serve a purpose, what with Lorelei's abrupt departure at God's command. He headed out of the forest and passed by the newly arrived car; the engine was still warm and it was causing steam to rise from the hood as the colder rain spattered against it. By chance, he glanced a the driver and the bag she was exiting the car with. He was close enough to see some of the contents of Catori's bag when she turned around to slam the car door shut, before she began to make a run for cover at the hotel.

Salt. She had a container of salt. Only hunters (or very strange chefs) traveled around with containers of salt handy.

"You," Castiel barked, reaching out a hand as if to stop the woman in her tracks. He didn't have time for niceties -- time to be right to the point, then. "Do you believe in God?"

To anyone else it might have sounded like some kind of strange threat -- tact wasn't necessarily Castiel's strong suit when it came to interacting with humans. Sure, he knew a bit more about it than most other angels because he had voluntarily spent time with humans over the years, but no one was going to ever mistake Castiel for being "smooth" with his moves.

"Nevermind," he added after half a second of consideration, sharply flicking his wrist as if to somehow erase his previous question from the record. "I need you to come with me. Now."

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For a moment, Lorelei thought she felt a flicker of electricity in her brain, but the sensation quickly passed. It was merely another (unasked for) transport. There wasn't even a God there to yell about using a phone to contact her, or to let her go off by herself if she wanted to, but she didn't care. Appearing back in the throne room in Hell, Lorelei pulled out her blade, and marched down the halls, her eyes red.

Each demon she encountered met a swift end. Her anger consumed her, and she laughed the entire time, as the bodies of more and more demons fell to the ground. Eventually, when her hands were stained with an impressive amount of blood, and at least a hundred demons had been slain, she let out a contented sigh. "What are you looking at?" Lorelei snapped, spotting a demon who was quickly attempting to vanish from her sight.

"N-nothing, your highness...N-n-nothing at all," the demon stammered, as Lorelei came closer. She twirled the blade in her hand, as if considering whether or not to continue on with the slaughter. "You know what's so terrible about plans?" Lorelei asked, a funny edge to her voice.

"N-no..." the demon stuttered, Lorelei's blade now pressed against his neck. "Of course you don't. Honestly, the help these days...Well. Plans shatter. Fall. Break apart. You plan for your enemy's plan and they plan for yours. Plans, plans, plans!"

The demon remained silent, as the blade began to cut into his neck, small trails of blood pouring out. But he didn't dare say a word. "But what can't you plan for, hmm? Chaos. I want you to spread the word. Get everyone that isn't essential out of hell. Wreak havoc. Cause despair. Kill. Murder. Maim. I honestly don't care...Let the blood fill the streets."

The demon nodded frantically, thankful as Lorelei released him from her grip. "Go have some fun, or you'll end up like the rest..." She nodded towards the trail of bodies, and the demon didn't need to be told twice. It didn't take long before all of hell heard the words. Any demons not needed for security, for the function of the place, were to surface and begin causing as much misery as possible.

Lorelei, meanwhile, simply sat on her throne and laughed.

It was after darting straight toward the ancient hotel's doors in a mad dash that Catori had come to the conclusion that she was in desperate need of a new bag. Her bag's questionable contents were now exposed to both the elements and to her lack of knowledge (until a few moments later, that is), the eyes of others. At the very least, she had to give herself some credit and acknowledge the fact that she was at least a little wise enough to hide her handgun at the very bottom of the bag. It was a shame that she had to keep her shotgun in the trunk though. . .

Letting out an exhale of relief, Catori's hand reached for the hotel's door handle with vivid wishes for a warm shower, decent meal, and somewhere comfortable to sleep for the night. All of these desires that were so close suddenly slid from her grasp as she was stopped in her tracks by an unfamiliar man in a trench coat asking about her belief in God.

Oh, great.

With such a bizarre question being asked out of the blue, she had figured that this man belonged to a local church of some kind and was likely trying to recruit new followers. Given her occupation, Catori, of course, believed in the Christian God as well as Gods that belonged to various other religions from around the world. Catori could easily tell the man this and hope that he would get lost, but ignoring him was the better option at this point. Quite frankly, the huntress was soaking wet and in desperate need of some shelter from the downpour as soon as possible. What kind of individual would advertise their church in the rain, anyway?

The urge to ignore this man was even worsened when he seemingly waved the question off and skipped right over to comment something about her "needing to follow him". Common sense would tell anyone that this was the beginning of a kidnapping, but Catori was a on different kind of alert now. This could easily be a trap set by a force that wanted her dead. . .

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in whatever religion you're promoting or following strange men that approach me in deserted parking lots."