"Don't you dare talk about me and my brother like you understand any of it. We actually like each other and, uh, news flash douchebag - I still talk to my brother." Whereas Lucifer was alone, bitter and hated. He couldn't imagine Raphael was out there, excitedly waiting for Lucifer to come find him. Though he was going to shove his boot right up Raphael's ass when he found him. Hiding little coward. "Lazar." Matty repeated, knowing Sam would remember because he wouldn't. "Fine."

"You should probably mention he's a prince of hell." Gadreel pointed out to Lucifer as he crossed his arms, looking at Castiel without a hint of concern or uneasy. "You got something to say to me, trench coat?"

He wasn't going to be talked down about by some weak non-nothing angel he'd never even heard of.