ANGEL, MY ASS

or

The Morningstar is a Butthead

OOOOOOOOOO

Sam jerked awake at the hand on his shoulder and flung himself out of bed.

"What's the matter, Sammy?" Lucifer chuckled.

Flat on the floor, Sam closed his eyes wearily. "Personal space, prick."

The Morning Star studied Sam. "You're looking a little thin. And pale. You don't seem to be taking very good care of my vessel."

"I'm not your vessel. I will never say yes," Sam said in a monotone.

"Who's to stop you? Your dad? Dean?" He looked around. "Funny, I don't see them around."

Sam got to his feet. "You're a Grade A dick, you know that?"