A/N I might have to start a new book soon because scrolling through 130 chapters every time I want to write is getting annoying

"Lucifer posted the video," Dean announces, showing his phone to Castiel.

Castiel looks at the lock screen, reading the notification from YouTube about Lucifer's update. "You have his notifications on?"

Dean nods. "Of course I do. If his videos have a cool title, I want to watch them. C'mon, let's see how this turned out."

They sit down on the couch together and Dean plays the video.

Castiel walks forward in a slow, dramatic fashion, twirling a silver blade in his hand. The camera moves back, revealing Dean, collapsed on the floor of the "dungeon," which is technically a basement.

"I will ask you one more time," Castiel tells him, then whips the blade towards him, holding it just above Dean's heart. "Where. Is. It?"

"I don't know!" Dean growls, and though his acting is good, it's still so clearly just a character. It's so hard to channel a character into your bones, to overlook the weird feeling it gives you and to just go with it.

"I think you do," Castiel drawls, tracing light lines with the blade across the other boy's skin. "And I think you're going to tell me, now."

"And why would you think that?" Dean spits.

"Because if you don't..." Castiel swipes his blade across the boy's arm, and Dean grimaces. A swipe of red appears, which had been painted on the blade just for this. "I'll make you. They don't call me Satan for nothing. So again, where is it?"

Dean doesn't answer, eyes darting around frantically.

"Ah ah ah. You know what they say," Castiel adds with a smirk. "He who hesitates," he snaps his fingers suddenly, his smirk morphing into a look of hostility, "disintegrates."

"Is it really hesitation if I'm not going to tell you at all?" Dean counters.

Castiel's eyes glow red, which looks even cooler than they had expected due to Lucifer's special effects. He picks Dean up — which was mostly Dean standing under the camera's view to make Castiel look stronger — and tosses him into the wall, much gentler than it looks. He grips the blade tighter and marches up to the boy, visibly pissed.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, and I expect an answer," Castiel hisses. He climbs into Dean's lap, resting his arms over his shoulders, gently tapping their foreheads together on each word. "Where. Is. It?"

Dean presses his lips together and doesn't answer.

Castiel sighs. "You know, as much as a get a giggle out of you — and I do — there comes a point where every relationship has... run its course. So, either tell me what I want to know..."

"Or you'll kill me?" Dean finishes.

"Oh, I like the way you think."

"Then do it," Dean growls. "You won't. You need me."

Castiel rolls his eyes. He snaps his fingers, and then camera cuts to what looks like blood and guts, but in reality is just a wet wall and red towels in a dark room.

Castiel groans in frustration. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up, not that he minds. He stands facing the camera, and the lights flicker, the silhouette of a set of wings appearing on the wall behind him, another gift of Lucifer's editing skills.

Suddenly, a door slams open, and Castiel whips around to face it. The camera cuts to the silhouette in the doorway, casually leaning against the wall. All that can be seen of him is his glowing red eyes.

"Honey, I'm home," he sings, stepping into the light and revealing his face as none other than Lucifer's.

"Wait, who are you?" Castiel asks.

"Lucifer. Satan. Angel of darkness. King of Hell. Ringing any bells?"

"Yeah, great, you just introduced myself," Castiel deadpans. "But who are you?"

"I'm Satan," Lucifer tells him as if it's obvious.

"No, you're not, because I'm Satan," Castiel replies. His eyes glow red for a moment to prove it.

The camera cuts to Lucifer, whose eyes glow red, too. "Nice try, but there's only one Satan, and that's me."

"If that's what lets you sleep at night, sure," Castiel replies sarcastically. "Let's go with that."

"You little..." Lucifer trails off, stepping towards him in a more intimidating way than what should be possible for such a cute little muffin. "Do you know what I could do to you?"

"Nothing as bad as what I could do to you," Castiel replies, "what with me being Satan and all."

"There is only one true ruler of hell," Lucifer tells him, "and that's me."

"Prove it," Castiel hisses.

They glare at each other dramatically until Lucifer says, "Moments like these, it's all about... ambience." With a snap of his fingers, "Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel" begins playing, and Lucifer bounces around to the beat.

Castiel grins. "I love this song!" He starts dancing, too, this time in a more dramatically awkward fashion. The two start jumping around together until the video fades out, text appearing in a plain black screen.

"They never found out who the real Satan was, but it didn't matter, because they soon realized that two Satans is better than one, and they all lived happily ever after (except Dean.)"

Castiel and Dean laugh. That was so much fun to film, and the finished product is amazing. Dean opens the full description so they can read what Lucifer had to say about it.

"This was actually my favorite video ever. I just want it to be known that they literally got the script that day, and they freaking nailed it! Don't forget to like the video unless you don't want to because I can't force you to but we all know you liked it so hit like woahhhhh okay sorry I've been up for 36 hours straight fite me k bai."

Castiel grins. Tired Lucifer is always an experience. He flops down on the bed with a satisfied smile. That was a blast to film, and he's so glad that's how he spent one of the last few days in Sioux Falls.