"I'm really getting tired of being a...what am I now... triple agent?" Cornish paused. "Confusing as fuck. Lucy is still in the cage, still keeping tabs on you lot."

She shrugged a bit, grabbing Bobby's flask, and taking a swig. The alcohol wasn't enough to do anything to her, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. It wasn't every day she was double crossing the devil. "He's got no idea about my loyalties... Though to be fair, neither do I."

Meanwhile, back outside of the house, Sam nodded. "We need all of the firepower that we can get, Dean. If there's anything we know, it's that we [i]can't[/i] stop Lucifer alone."