Cornish exchanged an uneasy glance with Crowley. Every minute that they spent was another minute closer to their collective death sentences. Of course, they'd be lucky if that was all Lucifer decided to do with the two rebellious demons.

"Brother...These people are not of Midguard," Loki frowned, staring at all of the non-human members of Team Free Will. He snorted a bit, turning his nose up. "But I do have an old friend here whom I'd very much like to speak with..."

His eyes flashed darkly, and like an illusion, Loki melted away. Nothing remained, as old Silver Tongue made his way towards the most powerful being on the planet: Lucifer himself. 

Sam stared in confusion, and Castiel, being Castiel, merely frowned. 

"Oi, what the hell are we standing around here for?" Cornish snapped. "We've got better things to do--[i]like not dying because of bloody Lucifer!"[/i]