"I'm fine, Matty," Castiel assured him, getting off the car to come to stand besides Matty, in front of Sam. Just in case. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"One of these days I'll get to dance on all of your graves. I can't fucking wait." Lucifer breathed past his anger to find some chill, rolling his shoulders and, yes. Getting to the point. "Raphael died for your sins, you ungrateful assholes."

"...you killed him," Sam pointed out, but Lucifer waved that off.

"Details. Anyway, turns out that lil bro ain't quite as dead as advertised. He's being held captive somewhere on Earth, far as I can tell. You owe him, so you find him."