Where is he? The man scrambles to his feet. He appears to by lying face down on the side of a road. He blinks blearily, rubbing his face, the stubble scratching at his hand. Somehow, it felt wrong. His body is tight and constricts against him, making it hard to breath.

He stumbles, leaning against a tree. The man coughs, shaking his head.

Disoriented, He clutches at his hair, ignoring the stinging sensations on his feet. He realizes a second later that he is completely nude. No clothing on, at all. He panics a little before realizing that he does not truly care. He smooths down his hair and trudged along the dirt road.

The sun is baking, beating down on his neck. A human being can survive three days without water, his mind supplies. How long has he been here? Is it more than three days? He does not feel thirsty.

Now that he thinks about it, he is not sweating, either. He looks down at the gravel road, the sharp little rocks digging into his heels. There is blood on his feet, but the pain does not register. Is he in shock? He seems to know something about being in shock. The man with no name walked down the lonely country road.

Until a large, black car slammed into his back and sent him flying.

"What do you mean you lost Lucifer?!" Dean shouts, throwing his hands up, pacing around the tiny, stuffy motel room. Castiel frowns at his response, tilting his head.

"His signature has disappeared. I cannot seem to track him, and no further Apocalyptic signs has appeared." Castiel thinks back to Raphael's rage, the last thing the Archangel said about Lucifer's disappearance. The pain tearing through his grace and the slight, hopeful thought that Lucifer has given up the Apocalypse.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Sam looks up from packing their bags. They have stayed in this town for too long. The Angels hunting them will catch up if they do not run soon. Being hunted by Angels. A sentence Sam thought he would never say. But it is his fault, he thought darkly. If Sam did not let Lucifer out, none of this would have happened. If he had to point fingers, he would point to the moment Dean sold his soul to resurrect him.

"It's not a good thing!" Dean groans into his hands. "He could be looking for you right now!" He points to Sam. If the Devil gets his hands on Sam, then everything will end.

"I'm not going to say yes to Lucifer!" Sam shouts back, stung from the lack of trust. Not that Sam trusts himself particularly.

"You don't know what he could do!"

"Why can't you just trust me for once!"

"The last time I trusted you you let Satan out of his cage!"

Sam and Dean glared at each other, breathing heavily.

"We have to go." Castiel interrupts the brothers. "My brothers will be here soon." This is how they ended up driving down some dusty road to the middle of bumfuck, nowhereville, when Dean swerved and crashed into a naked guy walking down the middle of the road with a vacant expression on his face.

Sam screamed, Dean yells "Holy Shit!" And Castiel sat there, as nonchalant as ever while they rushed out to check if the naked(very, very naked) guy is still breathing, because they really don't need vehicular murder on top of their impressive list of crimes against everything.

"Ow." The naked guy opens his eyes, and Sam notices something really wrong. The naked guy is not injured. At all, except for small scrapes already closing up. And he is cold. Too cold to be human.

Castiel leaps onto the naked guy, sword by his throat. A small, choked sound escapes Dean's throat.

"Lucifer." Castiel hisses and Sam pulls his hand back. Too many questions weighed on his mind. Why is Lucifer here? Did he find them? Why is he buck-ass naked? His mind feels slightly scrambled and something doesn't quite add up right.

"What?!" Lucifer says, and Castiel presses his sword further into his throat, a foot on his chest. Dean makes a gurgling noise at the sight. "Get away from me!"

The man- Lucifer says. How did they know his name? Is that even his name? He vaguely recollects something about Sunday school and Satan. Why are they calling him Satan? He feels slightly insulted.

The sword stings against his throat, but it's sensation all right. More than he's felt all day. He blinks up at the guy in the suit.

"What!" Lucifer yells, pushing the man off him. The other guy behind him catches trenchcoat sword guy, glaring at him. Floppy hair stares down at him, and he promptly covers himself up. Dean pulls Sam away from Lucifer.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"I do not know," Castiel keeps his eyes trained on the fallen Archangel, who is pushing himself up and brushing away the dirt on him, one hand still covering himself.

"He doesn't seem like the Devil to me." Sam twists and looks. "Could just be another Angel." Castiel shakes his head.

"No other Angel has grace that burns cold. This is Lucifer."

"We don't happen to have anything that can kill him, right?" Dean asks, eyes trained warily on the naked man, who is leaning against his baby- Castiel shakes his head.

"Get your naked ass away from my baby!" Dean shouts. Lucifer looks down, covering his behind with another hand, and leans back against the car again. Dean seethes.

"Dean!" Sam pulls him back. "What do we do about amnesic Satan there?"

"He does not seem to remember me. Or any of you." Castiel agrees.

"Or he could just be lying." Dean argues.

"Why would he need to lie?! If this is Amnesic Lucifer, then maybe we could convince him to stop the Apocalypse." Sam points to the guy, who is still completely naked and lying on top of the impala. Dean proceeds to leap towards him, which ended up with Sam and Castiel holding him back.

And this is how Sam ended up sitting in the back seat with Lucifer while his shirt covers some parts they really don't want to see again.