Her Father. Out of all that she said, Uriel could not avoid the amusement that followed as soon as those two words left her mouth. That was right. All those demons downstairs, each part of the nightmare that Lucifer had created. Uriel had thought it a waste of time, but he understood why Lucifer had created the first. He had wanted to make a point. Twisted and wrong on so many levels, yet God had not been able to ignore his act of defiance. Uriel looked at the blade thoughtfully, knowing that it was Lucifer who had wielded the weapon until the day that he had been sent downstairs. They claimed that the weapon had been lost. Well, it certainly wasn't lost now, was it?
"He is," Uriel agreed, "it is the only reason he's still breathing. He has a purpose." Uriel smiled. That wasn't necessarily true. Sam Winchester needed to be alive after Lucifer rose. "As does Dean Winchester. You don't give him enough credit." Michael needed him. Lucifer needed Sam. Each brother, important to the end of all things in one way or another.
"Can that be guaranteed?" Uriel didn't mind that she was showing her true self with just one simple look at him. Demon eyes. It was what she was. Besides, Uriel could see right through the human mask that she wore with little effort.