"You're so inconsiderate," Sam mumbled through broken teeth. "Can't you at least turn out the light so I can sleep?"

Lucifer glared at him, eyes slit dangerously, mouth curved downward. "I think you've forgotten your place, human."

Sam spat at him, ignoring the ache in his bones, the flames in his blood. "My place is with my brother, you bastard."

Snarling, Lucifer opened his hand. A blade appeared. He bent over Sam and started to cut.

"You'll never enter the gates of Heaven again," Sam ground out. "No matter what you do to me, we won, you bastard! We won!"