Lucifer whistled and motioned, and the hellhound reluctantly padded out. The puppy was equally as curious, but much more wary about the smell of blood and pain.

"Michael set it up. It's a sort of safe haven for us, which is why I can't tell you where it is. Nothing personal." He began gathering things to help to stop the bleeding, then exhaled in irritation with himself. The only reason his healing hadn't worked on Fred was because she had already been dead.

"I'll try to patch you up. If I can't, Michael will come around."