Author's Notes: Drabble of not-quite-right Sam and Lucifer.
Summary: Unhinged!Sam. Lucifer's whispers to his breaking vessel.
In Vain
"And all the words we pray at night have somehow lost their meaning…" Something like a dream. A half remembered lyric that made his throat itch and his brow crease.
He could almost see. It was just there. Green and leather and everything. Almost…almost…
A hand gently cradled his cheek and Sam leaned into the affection.
"They never had a meaning," Lucifer smiled indulgently. "Remember, Sam?"