Loki nodded, staring into the dark recesses of the cell. "I received your message, Lucifer." 

He paused, pacing back in forth in front of the cell, his scepter and crown appearing. "Can you do what you claim, devil?"[hr][hr]
"Of course we love playing games," Cornish sneered. She pulled her guns out of her pockets, specially crafted in the fire of hell. The bullets were made of angel blades, melted into the perfect shape for the gun. An expert marksman, she never missed. "Hello, boys!" Cornish jeered, and shot down all of the demons near Crowley. Blowing the smoke off the top of her gun, her eyes flashed black. 

Sam headed towards the stairs with Castiel, each of them twirling their angel blades around, striking demon after demon dead. The more they advanced, the more seemed to appear, each blocking their way.