He felt the presence a moment after he landed and rolled his eyes. Naturally. It seemed he couldn’t go anywhere these days without running into some member of the family. He had spent centuries on Earth undisturbed by his Celestial bretheren, but let one Apocalypse kick off and all of a sudden he couldn’t shake them. Even when a guy died he couldn’t catch a break and get away.

“Hey there little bro,” he said with an impish wink. “Well, well. Get a load of you!” He circled Castiel, eyeing him curiously. A snap of his fingers summoned up a leggy blonde and brunette, one for each of his little brother’s arms. “Someone recharged your batteries and popped a fresh coat of grace on those wings of yours. I am impressed.”

He tapped his chin with a finger. “And if they did that, it means those two chowderheads got my message and stuffed Lucifer back into his box.”