Sam fell to his knees, clutching his head in his hands. A helpless moan of pain escaped his lips. Dean turned to his brother, falling to his knees beside him.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked. "Are you seeing Lucifer again?"

Sam grunted his confirmation. Dean grabbed his brother's face, forcing him to look at him. "Sammy, it's not real. This is real." He shook Sam's face. "This is real. I'm real."

Lucifer was laughing at Sam; taunting him. "Oh, what's the matter, Sam? Don't you want to talk to me? I'm hurt."

Dean pulled Sam in, getting right in his face. "Sam. Listen to me! This is real, what's here now is real. He grabbed Sam's hand, the one he'd cut open and Dean had been the one to stitch up. Dean dug his fingers into the stitches causing Sam to cry out in pain. Dean winced as if the pain was his own but he needed Sam to know what was real. "Feel this pain? That's what's real."

Sam looked up, squinting as he tried to focus on his brother but Lucifer was making it impossible. He was now dancing around the brothers, clutching at each other, and singing. Loudly. Sam began to sob, the frustration and terror becoming too much. Dean grabbed Sam's face in both hands and kissed him. The angle was wrong and their teeth clacked together but it was the most perfect kiss. Sam gasped, Lucifer vanishing in a cry of shock. Sam pulled his brother closer, never wanting to let go. This was real. Dean was real and safe. They were real. They real and together and nothing could hurt them as long as they were together.