"Ooh, here's one," Castiel says. "Why'd you decide to start making YouTube videos?"

"Because I was bored," Lucifer says simply. "Yeah, sorry. No fun story with that one. I started making them when I hacked Castiel's Twitter, and I didn't feel like stopping, so Literal Satan was here."

"And you cursed the rest of the world with your presence," Dean jokes.

"Exactly!" Lucifer says cheerfully.

"You might as well join the video," Castiel suggests. "You comment on everything anyway."

"But then I'd have to answer questions, and I'm perfectly content just making random jabs at you guys for about everything you say," Dean explains.

"Fine, be that way," Castiel replies, then returns his attention to Twitter. It's a few seconds later that he finds one he knows he has to answer. "Woah, okay, um... My turn. Someone wants to know if that time I did that ropes course without a harness was another suicide attempt. No. Not at all. I was just holding up my end of the bargain."

"It's sad that that's something you had to clarify," Lucifer says.

"Yeah..." Castiel agrees. But it's even sadder that he's not entirely sure there wasn't some part of him that didn't want him to get out of it alive.

"On a happier note," Lucifer continues, "someone wants to know if you're going on a world tour someday."

Castiel hesitates. He's not supposed to discuss future plans until he gets the all clear from the rest of the crew to do so, but this one... Well, he doesn't really have the guts to tell anyone else in person. At least here, he can pretend he's just talking to Lucifer and the ghost of his boyfriend, whom he can't see but hears all the time.

"The possibility of a world tour next year has been discussed," Castiel replies. "But that would mean we'd have to wait an extra year for another album, because a world tour is so much bigger. Plus... this is something I haven't really discussed with anyone yet, but I don't know if I'm doing a tour next year."

"What?" Lucifer and Dean both say at once.

"Yeah, it's... It's not really something I like doing anymore. And I know that's gonna sound really stupid, and it's the definition of first world problems, and so many people don't like their jobs, but for mental health reasons..." He holds up his wrist, where the cut is still clearly visible. "I don't know if I'm willing to put myself through this again, especially not for a year and a half. And I know people get excited for concerts. I don't want to be the guy who cancels it last minute because I just don't want to go."

"But would you still release a new album?" Lucifer asks.

"Yeah, I'd still do everything else like normal. I just wouldn't be going on tour," Castiel explains. "Writing music is still one of my favorite things to do, so I don't want to give that up. And who knows? Maybe I'd decide I miss performing after a year and go on a world tour the next year.

"And none of this is final, by the way," he adds. "I could still go on tour again next year. I might have a world tour. I don't know yet. I've still got a few more months 'til I have to decide. Just don't get your hopes up."

"I'll just have to go on tour instead," Lucifer tells him. "I could sing 'Big Balls' and 'Sweet Transvestite' and it'd be awesome!"

Castiel chuckles. "You know what? Let's go with that, Lucifer."

"I'd go," Dean says. "Just saying."

"Yes, I have a fan!" Lucifer says proudly.

"Or I'm morally obligated because I'm dating your brother but whatever," Dean replies.

"Meanie," Lucifer pouts.

The rest of the video is full of fairly standard questions, from "Who's your inspiration?" to "Do you have any celebrity enemies?" It's mostly nondescript, and they wrap it up within two hours.

"I'm gonna edit it down," Lucifer tells his brother. "Is there anything specific you want me to cut out or keep in? Cuz otherwise, I'm just gonna go for it."

"Cut out the part about sex with Dean," Castiel says immediately.

"I figured you'd say that," Lucifer replies. "Which sucks, because it was my favorite part of the video, but whatever. I'll cherish it forever on my computer. Anything else?"

Castiel has to think about this for a moment. There are certain parts he as a viewer would probably like to watch, like the gossip about celebrities they don't like — and they both admit they don't like all celebrities, but they didn't name names or traits — or celebrities they'd like to work with — this time with lots of names. But Lucifer knows his audience best, so Castiel can only assume he knows how to do that. That only leaves one request.

"Can you include the part about the tour?" Castiel asks. "Because it's the only way I can think to let Jim know."

"Or you could just tell him?" Lucifer suggests.

"But he's scary and I'd probably back out," Castiel admits.

Lucifer sighs. "You need some guts, Castiel. But yeah, I'll leave it in for you."

And, as Castiel will find out later, lucifer puts a big "screw you" to Jim in there. Literally. The bottom corner says in somewhat small, not-at-all distracting white letters, "Screw you, Jim. — Satan :)"

"Thanks, Luci. You're the best."

"I know!"