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The devil's trap glows a sinister, rust-colored red on the motel's worn carpet, its lines pulsing faintly under the flicker of a single bare bulb. The air is heavy with the smell of iron-oxide paint and old, damp wood. Dean steps into the edge of the light, the honed edge of his knife catching a dangerous glint. Castiel stands perfectly still, his blue eyes cold and unblinking as a winter sky. Sam and Jack hold their positions in the shadows, the silence between them taut with anticipation. Dean's voice slices through the quiet, rough and commanding. "Alright, you demonic son of a bitch, talk or we start cutting." Castiel adds, his tone flat and utterly devoid of inflection, "What do you know about Lucifer?" The question hangs, sharp and unavoidable, in the charged space between you and y…