This is not at all where he'd prefer to be. Lucifer had been adamantly avoiding the bar since his arrival to Abraxas and his accidental stumbling in on Dean Winchester.

This is a different kind of stumbling this time, like he has to catch himself from falling over as he finds himself in the middle of the room, and not only is that a very-wrong scenario, he knows something is off with the place the moment he steadies himself. Feels it, down to his core, but he can't place just what.

It doesn't matter; what does matter is how he immediately checks his surroundings for any one or three manic individuals looking to sink a knife in him just for being an intruder.

There's only the woman from the forest. The one that shot him with a crossbow bolt.

He assumes she's just a stand-in for this place, but better her being here than the other options.

So he just grins.

"What, did you finally choose to ditch the dead weight Winchester?"