Loki glanced up, watching as thunder struck the sky. His brother appeared shortly, the scarlet cape whipping in the winds. He frowned a bit, noticing the lack of Jane Foster.

[color=teal]"Brother dear? Have you forgotten how to fly?"[/color] Loki teased.[color=teal] "You've gone in circles!"[/color]

He snickered, though his laughter stilled as Thor advanced. In immense confusion, Loki found himself hoisted into the air by Thor, and practically thrown back to the Winchester's motel. With the force and the distance, the impact made by Thor dropping him was enormous. A ten foot circle of concrete was broken and destroyed, with Loki down in the center of the newly created pit. Groaning a bit, Loki took a moment to think over the life choices that brought him to this moment.

And of course, the choices he'd soon be making to avoid this situation in the near future. 

[color=teal]"Thank you for the ride, brother dear,"[/color] Loki muttered sullenly. [color=teal]"I always did enjoy flying with you..."[/color]

Cornish peeled herself out of the wreckage of the impala, wiping aside the blood on her leg. She frowned at Crowley, raising an eyebrow. [color=green]"So? It makes total sense--god of trickery, the devil. They'd get on fantastically."[/color]

For not the first time since working for him, Cornish suspected that Crowley had gone soft. He was practically senile, losing his touch. He had recruited her, convinced her that she could only live if Lucifer was defeated. But this? This would hardly do [i]anything[/i] to stop their doom. And now, now each of them would become Lucifer's favorite playthings, doomed to torture, and forbidden from the kind release of death.

Sam nodded. [color=blue]"They're pretty much the same archetype, with both of them tricksters...They work with lies and deceit. Loki is almost the norse version of Lucifer,"[/color] Sam explained. [color=blue]"...I took a class on comparative mythology at Stanford..."[/color] 

Castiel surveyed Loki, his eyes narrowed. The more wild cards that appeared, the less he liked this. This was a war they had to win, against the devil. It wasn't something they could leave to chance. [color=silver]"Is it true that you have rendered a mortal woman onto the devil, norse god?"[/color] Castiel asked bluntly, his eyes glowing faintly. 

Loki chuckled a bit. [color=teal]"I can see you, Castiel...The fallen angel...You are no different than the thing you fear most."[/color]

Castiel fumed, continuing to glare towards the pit. Had Thor not been in the way, Castiel would have picked Loki up himself, and demanded an answer. He had no wish to play games. He merely wanted to save the world--and Dean Winchester.

[color=green]"Yo, numb nuts, did you take the mortal or not?"[/color] Cornish asked. [color=green]"Big fan of your work, by the way. Could you sign my meat-suit?"[/color]

Slowly rising from the pit, Loki grinned, shaking his hair slightly. [color=teal]"I know not where the mortal is--but perhaps leaving her in Lucifer's cage does ring a bell, brother dear!"[/color]