There it is, in the end she discovered it.
A way to shut Lucifer up.
She had thought about it all day long, and finally she had taken a decision that everyone else would have defined reckless.
She laid down on the bed and she invited him, not without fear, to join her, appealing on his constant interest to provocation.
With fear shaking her from the inside, she putted her arms around his waist, until she found herself with her face in the hollow of his neck, and she smelled his spicy perfume.
She nearly cried when he caressed her hair, in a gesture so sweet to seem unnatural.
She sighed with relief, when she heard his breath become heavier and she smiled when sleep's numbness started to take over her limbs.
So, holding the Devil tight, Samantha Winchester, had been able to shut him up.
At least for a while...