Young Lucifer: Promise me you didn't get me spiders or something shit like that again?
Young Gabriel, from a distance: No spiders. I promise. Just open it.
Young Lucifer: *Opens the box only to have his face swarmed with bees*
Young Lucifer, screaming in pain and horror: WHAT THE FUCK GABE??? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK???
Young Gabriel, rolling on the floor: Happy Birthday, brother.
Young Castiel, tucking on Chuck's sleeve: Dad! Look! Bees! Dad!
Chuck: Yes, Castiel. I can see them. Mind your language Lucifer.
Young Lucifer: THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT???? I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!









