"Casablanca? Seriously?"

"It's a classic."

"Yeah, just dad never really struck me as much of a Bogart fan boy."

Sam looked impressed.

"It's a movie, Sammy. I know my movies."

"Never really struck me as much as much of a Bogart fan boy."

Dean took the DVD-case from Sam. "Him, nah. Meg Ryan though?" He whistled.

Sam shook his head and looked at the pile of movies. It wasn't like they had a lot of down time nowadays, but when they passed the bargain bin while stocking up on supplies Dean insisted on grabbing almost everything in sight because, 'Half-off, Sammy! Half!'

And wasn't it some kind of sin for a film like Casablanca to be tossed in with Transformers and Twilight?

Sam paused and made a face. "Wait. Meg Ryan?"

Dean looked over the DVD and nodded.

"She's not…dude, it came out in the '40s."

"Thanks, Sherlock." Dean waved the clearly black-and-white (and therefore ooooold) DVD box in his face.

"Yeah, okay. Then you know Meg Ryan wasn't even born then?"

Dean immediately clammed up and shrugged while setting the box down. "Yeah, I know."

"So...I'm missing something," Sam said.

Dean ignored him, picked up the Twilight DVD and turned it over. He read the back and snorted.

"Are you having a stroke?"

Dean stared at the back of the DVD and cleared his throat. "Look."

Sam looked at him, confused.

"I was dating Cassie at the time."

Sam was still confused. "…ok?"

Dean shifted in the armchair and finally tossed Twilight away. "She liked this movie. It had a whole big Casablanca thing in it. Meg Ryan was in it."

"Ok," Sam said, "What movie?"

Dean muttered something.

"Come again?"

"When Harry Met Sally."

Ah. Now Sam got it and he broke into grin. "That's-"

"Chick flick, yeah yeah, har har. Whatever, man. She could've put on Sixteen Candles and I wouldn'ta cared."

"Well it obviously stood out. Guilty pleasure or something?" Sam asked.

"Oh yeah. Lots of guilty pleasure."

"Dude. Too much info."

Dean grinned and shrugged. "It's not too bad – 'least not for a chick flick. We should watch." He spoke fondly.

"Seriously? You were just making fun of me for suggesting Casablanca."

"Well yeah, that's old. And no Meg Ryan in it."

"I guess it's better than that," Sam looked at the discarded Twilight DVD.

"That was never an option, Sammy. Find it online. I'll grab beer."

Sam watched his brother retreat into the kitchen and shook his head, still surprised. Maybe Dean was feeling nostalgic or something?

It was their first night off in a while so maybe it was cool to break the 'no chick flick moment' rule. Just for tonight.

Sam opened his laptop and popped over to a streaming service. A few clicks later and the movie was ready to go.

Dean reappeared, a six pack (guess you had to be drunk for this one?) in hand. He sat in the chair, handed Sam a beer, and popped open his own.

"Alright, let's do this."

"You're not finding this weird at all?"

"Nope."

"You don't wanna watch Rocky or something?"

"Nope."

"Dean, seriously?"

"Would you just start the damn thing?"

Sam couldn't help his growing amusement, but he shrugged and pressed play.

Immediately a black screen. White text appeared and disappeared. Opening credits.

Playing out over a song. A familiar song.

Sam stared at the screen. His amusement disappeared, drained out of him in a heartbeat.

"Come on, Sammy! You know the words by now."

Sam gripped his beer tight.

'Why me?' He asked so long ago. When he first found out.

'Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you.'

Sam stood, beer, Dean, the movie - everything forgotten. He walked, blindly, somewhere. Anywhere.

He barely registered Dean calling after him.

"You know, your mom and dad danced to this song at their wedding."

Sam felt his heart speed up.

"Kind of romantic, right? Their song. Our song."

"Sam! Damn it, open the door. Sammy?"

"Sammy."

"Sam!"

"Just leave me alone!"

Sam was in his room, somehow. Ended up there with the door locked behind him. Ended up lying face down on his bed, hands gripping at his hair just trying to make everyone shut the hell up.

"Sam! Seriously…man, seriously, what's going on? Talk to me."

"Dean, please."

"Sammy.."

"I just need a few minutes."

"Sam-"

"Just a few minutes, I swear. Just give me a minute."

Sam could feel his brother's reluctance through the door.

"You're not out in five, I'm kicking it in."

Sam heard him walk away. Slowly.

"Just you and me, Sam."

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. Pressed his temples, clutched at his hair.

But the devil still sang to him.

"Some others I've seen," Lucifer sang, closing in on him.

Sam screamed in anguish.

"Might never be mean~"

Sam looked at his hands. Trapped, both of them. Shackled. Rubbed raw.

"Might never be cross"

Blood in Sam's eyes

"Or try to be boss~"

Agony

"But they wouldn't do~"

Numbness. A weight. Lucifer leaning on him, against him.

"For nobody else - gave me a thrill~"

Sam wretched. Lucifer moved his hands.

"With all your faults~"

Moved his hands lower.

"I love you still~"

Sam wept. His eyes burned with the tears. They leaked out.

"It had to be you, wonderful you~"

Lucifer was merciless. In him, in all the ways that mattered.

"It had to be you~!"