"Hehehe." Lucifer giggled for the hundredth time as he prodded and poked at the soul of his true vessel. After that irritating seraph Castiel had grabbed Sam and took him back to Earth (likely back to his interfering brother), life in the Cage had gotten ever so tedious. He'd lost his playmate, and Michael was no fun. Adam – Lucifer didn't even know where the kid came from – remained in the corner, his knees pulled up to his chest with his head in his hands. Michael simply sat with his arms folded, staring disapprovingly at his younger sibling's antics.

Just when Michael was about to snap, a blinding white light pierced the darkest segment of Hell. Lucifer and Michael both looked up simultaneously; Michael gazed in shock at this dramatic turn of events, whereas Lucifer was somewhat more casual, glaring irritably at the plot twist due to being torn away from the amusement of torturing an already ruined soul.

Eventually, the all-encompassing light receded to reveal Death, the sassiest and most awesome of the four horsemen standing nonchalantly before them, staring at the two angels as if they were his children that had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Lucifer raised his eyebrows while Michael stared open-mouthed in a mixture of surprise, awe and confusion. A faint scream from Adam could be detected in the background as he wondered what the hell was going on.

"Oh, don't mind me." Death spoke insouciantly, strolling over to the horribly mutilated soul of Sam Winchester. Michael was still gazing, almost romantically, at the horseman, utterly speechless. As an action of reflex, Lucifer wrapped his arms around the soul and continued to glare at Death, knowing that if he allowed him to take it, he would be entirely bored for the rest of eternity. That was, if he didn't find a way to escape…

"Honestly," Death sighed, flicking Lucifer's ear and placing Sam's soul in his black leather bag with the omnipresent look of discontentment in his knowledgeable eyes. "When will you ever stop behaving like an infant, you incompetent fool? You must know by now that you are absolutely powerless in here, particularly in my presence. You wouldn't stand a chance against me."

"Wait! Where are you going?" Michael finally rebooted and decided to question the horseman's actions, which proved to be a mistake.

"I am going to treat that as a rhetorical question in the process of ignoring your tremendous stupidity." Death turned away from the angels with his leather bag tucked under one arm and re-opened the door of the Cage with the other. Adam began to hyperventilate in the corner, yet Michael and Lucifer elected to ignore him. As the horseman exited probably the least pleasant place in existence, subconsciously dusting off his suit as he departed, the two archangels turned to stare at each other, as if questioning the recent events and checking if the other had witnessed the same, so as to make sure they were not, in fact, going insane.

After a few seconds, the inhabitants of the Cage had still not heard the slam of the door, so it became evident that either Death was still walking slowly through, or that the door had been left open by accident (or on purpose – it could be another trick: goodness knows they'd come across enough of those already), but surely not? Lucifer and Michael gradually turned their heads to the exit and discovered that, sure enough, the door remained wide open. A moment of hesitation lapsed before the angels darted towards the door at the exact same time, smothered in their new found freedom. Lucifer reached the exit first, naturally being one step ahead of his big brother, but Michael wasn't too far behind. Adam's hands were still covering his face as he recovered from the ultimate shock and confusion as to what his life even was, so he didn't immediately notice the open door or lack of annoying archangels. When he did, his hands slowly slid away from his face, gawking at potential liberty, yet expecting some kind of an evil trick as part of the new torture he would undoubtedly be facing from Lucifer, since Sam's soul had been kidnapped. But it was worth a try, at least.

A young child was in the middle of a game of 'tag' with his friends at an indoor children's play area. It was his birthday party, so he was naturally ecstatic and hyper from all the sugar consumption that is always present at parties, but what he saw next was not a sugar-induced hallucination.

As the child dashed around the corner, in the opposite direction of the person he saw get 'tagged', the strangest sight beheld him: a suited man strolled ominously towards the colourful ball pit, armed with a leather bag and purpose. As the man entered the ball pit, stooping under the ridiculously low arch (it was designed for children, after all), he stared with a complete poker face at the boy, who had stopped in his tracks and was staring back at the man in childish puzzlement. Then, the suited man descended into the ball pit, maintaining his straight face as he disappeared.

The boy looked at the spot where the man had been standing just moments ago, yet there was no trace of him left. Considering it an adventure, the child dived straight into the ball pit, throwing the coloured balls out of his way as he searched for where the man had gone, but there was nothing there.

Confused, the boy stood still as he contemplated his situation. He started to get slightly angry, feeling bitter at the injustice of the fact that a grown man could go on an adventure, yet not him. Just before he started a temper tantrum, the suited man appeared again, this time ascending from the ball pit with the exact same facial expression and leather bag, but this time a faint glow could be seen from inside the bag. The boy gazed up at him, not knowing what to say, but the man ignored him and strode out of the ball pit and out of the play area.

Just when the boy thought his birthday couldn't get any stranger, another man rose from the ball pit, not in a suit this time, but a green shirt surrounded by another green shirt of a different shade and blue jeans. The child was startled to discover red sores covering the man's face and hands, as if his body was deteriorating, which made him significantly more wary, with a hint of fear.

The man's intense aura filled the vicinity as his gaze swept the surroundings until it fell upon the boy, who looked especially small next to his overpowering presence.

"You, boy." He addressed the child, pointing a damaged hand at the small surprised human. "Will you be my vessel?" The child continued to stare uncomprehendingly at the man, not understanding his weird words.

"Hmmm… Let me phrase it differently. Would you like some chocolate?" This alternate choice of words had an immediate effect on the boy; his eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up in glee.

"Say 'yes, please.'"

"Yes, please!" A powerful light erupted from the man along with an extremely high-pitched noise and took over the small child. It was obvious the boy was no longer in control over his body, that he contained an entirely different personality and purpose in his life. Realising the other archangel would be after him in limited time, he dragged the uninhabited body of his previous vessel into another section of the play area, concealing it under beanbags and toys, much to the horror of other young children watching.

With only seconds to spare, Lucifer, in his new form, had left the building before the next man rose from the ball pit. A couple of young girls noticed him and stood there giggling instead of wondering how he got there. This angel was attractive, after all. He looked around him, much like the man before him, and picked up a coloured ball.

"What's this?" he asked quietly, before half-heartedly discarding the object over his shoulder. Behind him, Adam had just reached the exit in the ball pit, but the ball hit him right on the head, knocking him back into the Cage as he shouted in frustration and desperation.

Wasting little time, Michael stormed out of the ball pit, yelling after his younger brother.

"Lucifer? LUCIFEEEEEEERRRRRRR!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, charging through groups of kids, not hesitating to shove them out of the way if they blocked his path. As the oldest archangel also exited the indoor play area, Adam climbed to the top again, panting heavily, but by this time, a gaggle of children had gathered in the ball pit and were pouncing on top of him, demanding piggy-backs as he moaned in defeat, too weak to even fend them off.

They had all done it. They had all escaped the Cage.