The mark he'd left behind was still there, and Lucifer let his thumb slide across it. His. Gabriel was his, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. Even just that little hint of submission was enough to get his blood up, and his voice was a little husky, a little distracted, when he answered Gabriel's next question.
"Hope. Humans have hope It's what keeps them moving forward. I wanted the Winchesters in Detroit, and one way or another, that was where they would be. It was our Father's plan from the beginning."
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Date: 2015-05-07 10:38 pm (UTC)From:"Hope. Humans have hope It's what keeps them moving forward. I wanted the Winchesters in Detroit, and one way or another, that was where they would be. It was our Father's plan from the beginning."