"Shit," Luci muttered again.
Sam dropped the knife and took the boys face in his hands.
"What is your name?" Sam demanded.
The boy whimpered and shook his head.
"Sam, wait," Luci started to say.
"What is your name?!" Sam yelled. He had had enough of this game. First the messy kill, then finding out that she had a child, and now this child had his eyes. This was enough. Sam crouched down so that his face was right in front of the boy's, and said,
"Your. Name."
The boy whimpered again and closed his eyes. Finally he managed to breathe out,
"Cain."
Sam glanced back at Lucifer, but the only advice he could offer was a shrug of his shoulders.
"Alright, Cain," Sam said, turning back to the boy, "why are you here?"
Cain glanced over at his mother's body and said,
"Daddy left me with Mommy for the weekend. He said it was just for the weekend, he said he'd be back soon." With this last sentence, more tears dripped down from his eyes. Sam could not understand those eyes; he'd only seen the bright green one other place.
"Cain, it's Wednesday; why isn't your daddy back yet?" Sam asked with fake kindness.
"I… I don't know-oh," Cain sobbed.
Sam tilted head in mock sympathy and drew his eyebrows together as if in confusion. There came a hard click from the door way, and grabbing his knife, Sam stood up.
"Sorry I'm late," said a gruff voice, "I was hunting."