Loki lurked in the shadows, stepping out, a gleaming smile playing across his white lips. Rocking from side to side almost as he walked, as if the chains continued to bind him, he stopped, and regarded his so-called brother. Shaking his head, light danced in those pale blue eyes, yet not a dance of mirth--but one of horror.

"I see you've come to play fetch, brother dear," Loki chided. "I have hidden your mortal, you see. Where she is, even I do not know!"

He laughed, snapping his fingers. In an instant, Jane vanished, and was deposited deep within the pits of hell. Loki merely laughed, watching his brother in pain and frustration. "What are you going to do, brother dear? Throw your hammer at me?"
[hr][hr]The group piled into the car, with Castiel taking off. His wings disturbed the leaves on the ground, throwing them forward. Cornish glanced at Crowley, and mimed shooting herself in the head. She had no desire to stay by the Winchester's side, but in order to keep up the charade, they had to. They couldn't run off like the angels.

They were on a short leash already, as it was.

"What's the plan, then?" Cornish yawned, flopping back in her seat as Sam climbed into the shotgun seat. "Are we [i]really[/i] just going to shoot at Lucifer and hope it works? Because last I checked, hun, that isn't going to bloody work!"

She leaned forward slightly, seething. "I'm putting my ass on the line for you [i]morons[/i] and all you can do is having fucking bro-ments instead of getting anything done!"