Lucifer was currently sitting alone in the Winchester's library on the phone with Doctor Linda. He was trying to get her to help him with the whole Jack situation.

"Let me see if I understand this correctly. You've left town to deal with some evil you said you created," Linda started.

"Yes. I'm in Kansas. It's a terribly boring place compared to LA," Lucifer complained.

"Uh huh. And while you were there, you found out you have a son?" Linda asked.

"Yes, Jack. He's not bad for a teenager, but I don't do well with children," Lucifer said.

"Well, I can't say this part surprises me."

"What do you mean it doesn't surprise you, Doctor? Me having an offspring should baffle you. It does me," Lucifer said.

"Well, you have sex every night. It was bound to happen eventually," Linda said.

"Oh, I have sex more than once a night. What does that have to do with anything? I didn't conceive Jack during sex. He's mine because he's made up of my Grace," Lucifer said.

There was a slight pause that lasted about two seconds. 

"Okay, sure."Just then, Lucifer heard footsteps. He turned to see Dean.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Dean demanded suspiciously. He didn't like the dude anywhere in the bunker by himself. Who knew what he was doing.

"Hold on," Lucifer told Linda before removing the phone from his ear. "I'm in the middle of a session that's quite important and private. So, if you wouldn't mind...?"

"Session? What are you talking to your shrink?" Dean asked snidely.

"Yes. Thank you for understanding," Lucifer said before waving him off and bringing the phone back to his ear. "Sorry, Doctor. Now, back to my offspring."

Dean gaped at him for a minute, as he realized that the dude really did seem to be talking to his shrink. Not knowing what else to say, he started out of the room.

"I don't know what to do here, Doctor. I can't be a father," Lucifer said.

"Look, I know you don't have any experience with children, but..."

"I have experience with children," Lucifer interrupted.

"Right, you've had a few run-ins with Chloe Decker's daughter, but I don't think that qualifies," Linda said.

"No, not the detective's spawn. I've been around other children. I'm the third eldest of many, many siblings. I took care of my brother, Gabriel, solo his entire life," Lucifer said. He felt a pang as soon as Gabriel's name left his lips.

"You what? Then why are you afraid of children?" 

Linda asked."I am not afraid of children," Lucifer said in outrage. "I am the Devil. I'm not afraid of anything. I simply don't like children."

"Was your brother a difficult child?" Linda asked.

"No. Well, yes. Most would consider him difficult with all his tricks. My brother, Michael, was angered by him quite easily. But I didn't consider him as such. If anything, I welcomed his spirit and troublesome ways," Lucifer said with a wistful look on his face. He longed to be back to that time so much, where his baby brother was a carefree fledgling.

"Lucifer, when was the last time you saw your brother," Linda asked.

"Just before I was kicked out of, and just before he ran away," Lucifer said. He would never forget that look in Gabriel's eyes. The happy child was gone. All that was left was a sad, disappointed archangel. His eyes had haunted Lucifer for a long time.

"Lucifer, I can tell that whatever it is that happened with your younger brother has affected you for a long time. Has it occurred to you that the reason your so hesitant to be around children, to get close to your son, is because of whatever it is that happened between you and your brother? I think you think you hurt your brother and you're afraid of that happening with another child," Linda told him.

Lucifer sighed and sat there quietly.

Dean made his way into the kitchen after leaving the library. He found Sam, Cas, and Jack there with the archangel. "Hey, so we're just letting the wannabe Devil roam around here alone?"

"First of all, it's not like I could stop him. Second, what's he gonna do?" Sam asked.

"There are hundreds of dangerous things he could use to hurt us here," Dean said.

"He could hurt you just as well without them," Cas said.

"All the more reason not to leave him alone, especially in the library," Dean said. Of course, he left the dick alone too, but that was due to the shock of finding out the dude actually had a shrink.

"What do you think my father will do?" Jack asked.

"Don't call him that," Dean ordered.

"Why not? He is my father, and he doesn't seem so bad. It's what I should call him," Jack said.

"We don't know he's even your father," Dean said.

"I think we do, Dean. I did some research on the Devil and his fall. It adds up," Sam said.

"Sam, you can't rely on something a human has said. Their literature isn't very accurate," Castiel said.

"No offense, Cas, but we can't rely on what you've told us either. There's a good chance you were lied to," Sam said.

"Look, I understand that it is hard to hear that what you've believed for so long isn't true, but we have been honest with you," Amenadiel said.

"Yeah, how do we know that? How do we know you aren't the liar?" Dean asked.

"Because we have no reason to. We want the same thing you want. We want the creature you've seen as the Devil destroyed," Amenadiel said.

"No, not merely destroyed," Lucifer said as he entered the room. "It's going to be punished severely first."

"How'd your therapy session go," Dean attempted to goad.

"Quite well, thank you," Lucifer said before addressing the others. "So, shall we discuss how we're going to open the door to this alternate reality and dealing with this bastard.

"No way. I'm all for opening a door to get our mother, but we're not bringing that thing back out!" Dean snarled.

"Oh, yes, we are. I doubt I'd get the time to punish it thoroughly enough there. It will come here, and I will drag it to Hell where I torture it until it begs me to end it!" Lucifer said in a low and dangerous tone while his eyes glowed red for a moment.

"Calm down, Luci. It will pay for what its done," Amenadiel promised.

"Sam says you're not as strong as him, Father. What if he kills you?" Jack asked.

"Don't call it he, child. It's not a person, and it maybe stronger, but I have the means to kill it. Better yet, I have the means to torture it," Lucifer said with a sadistic grin.

"I don't understand something. If he...? If it isn't my father, why does it want me so bad?" Jack asked.

"It probably thinks it is your father. But you need to understand something. It doesn't want you because it loves you. It wants control of your Grace. You are the most powerful thing, save one or two beings that actually exist in this world. That creature wants to control you," Amenadiel explained.

"Yeah, like the other angels and Asmodeus do," Sam said.

Lucifer quirked an eyebrow. "Asmodeus? I banished that bloody ponce centuries ago!"

"Well, he came back. He's running Hell and is after Jack," Sam said.

"Well, that won't do, will it? I suppose I'll have to take care of that," Lucifer said before grabbing his phone and dialing a number. "Maze, return to the Winchester's. We're taking a small trip back to Hell."

"I suppose you want me to be your ride," Amenadiel said when Lucifer hung up.

"Yes. Don't get any ideas about leaving me there," Lucifer said, only half-joking.

"There's too much you need to fix," Amenadiel said.

"You're going after Asmodeus? Isn't he stronger than you?" Sam said.

"Hey, who cares which one of them kills the other. Either way, it's one less problem," Dean said.

Ignoring Dean, Lucifer scoffed and answered Sam's question. "Asmodeus was a week coward. Out of all of my princes, he was last one to worry about."

Dean snorted. "He seemed pretty powerful to us."

"Well, you're human, Of course he's more powerful than you," Lucifer said.

"I want to come as well," Jack said.

"No!" Sam, Dean, and Cas said at the same time as Lucifer said, "Absolutely not!"

"Hell is no place for you," Lucifer said firmly.

"But you said I'm powerful. I can help," Jack protested.

"You are, but you can't yet control all that power," Castiel said.

"We can't let you endanger yourself," Sam said.

"But..."

"No, Jack," Lucifer said with a tone of finality.

"We can handle it, Jack. Even if Lucifer isn't a match for the demon, I am. Plus, we'll have another demon with us," Amenadiel assured the boy.

Jack nodded begrudgingly. He could see no one was going to let him help.

"Ah, nothing ever does change around here," Lucifer said as he, Maze, and Amenadiel roamed around Hell.

"Except that someone was stupid enough to put that dumbass in charge," Maze said.

Just then, two demons appeared in front of them and went to attack.</p><p>"I've got it. Keep going," Amenadiel said before using his power to throw them both across the room.

Lucifer almost wanted to stay to show the idiots who was in charge, but decided it wasn't worth his time. Asmodeus was the better target for that. He had a lot of nerve thinking he could take Lucifer's place.

Lucifer and Maze continued on until the reached the throne room. "I've almost missed this place."

"Lucifer, something's not right," Maze said. She could sense something, something that shouldn't be there.

Lucifer sensed it a moment later. Maze was correct, it wasn't right. It wasn't something that should be in Hell. "It's Grace, and not mine."

Maze walked over to the thrown and picked up two vials. "It's these."

Lucifer went over to her and released the cap. "This is archangel Grace. The Winchesters may be right. Asmodeus just might be more powerful than me now," Lucifer said. He could only assume the hell prince was injecting himself.

"He's feeding on it."

Lucifer nodded. "What troubles me though is how he got it. None of my siblings would willingly give it up. Plus, aside from Asmodeus and myself, there are no archangels left. Wait, except for Michael."

Just then, they heard a whimper nearby that sounded like a dying animal. They turned and saw the cage a few feet away.

Lucifer pocketed the vials and went over. He assumed it was Michael, but as much as he hated him, he would not leave him there. Not even Michael deserved to be tortured and have his Grace stolen from him.

Lucifer opened the cage and bent down. He gasped at the broken angel a few feet away. He knew who it was. He couldn't tell by the angel's Grace. That was too weak, but he could tell by the broken look on his face. Even inside a vessel, Lucifer knew the look. "Gabriel."