Lucifer frowned.
"Yes. You didn't notice? It's because of the grace, obviously. They are very similar to mine. I wonder why they are different. I'm guessing it's because of your soul."
Sam looked at his back. There were six shimmering wings attached in between his shoulder blades; they were white, with small streaks of gold at the tips. He had not anticipated this.
"What the Hell, Lucifer!?" Sam muttered angrily.
"What do you mean? You're the one who agreed to this."
Sam glared at the air.
"Yes, I know that. But you never said I'd have wings!"
"Well, I didn't know you would! This hasn't been done before! After all, you're speaking Enochian and you don't even realize it."
Sam's jaw tightened.
"So, can I use them, or are they just...there?"
"Well, they're not just for show! Imagine where you want to go, and...use them."
He groaned and shut his eyes, picturing the main room of the bunker. Sam could feel a pulling motion in between his shoulder blades, and he let it take him there.
Sam opened his eyes and blinked. He was standing steadily inside the bunker.
Lucifer's voice drifted throughout his head. "Told you."
"Well, great. You know I don't need a voice inside my head every second of the day."
Lucifer smirks. "If you say so, Sammy." His voice drifted away.
Then Dean walked into the main room. He frowned.
"You just called me, like five minutes ago."
Sam swallowed. He probably should have thought of that before teleporting. Or flying. Whatever.
Lucifer's voice whispered in his head. "Tell him."
"No." He didn't realize he was speaking out loud.
"No, what? No, you didn't call me? Sam, are you okay?"
Sam coughed. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. So did you get anything on defeating Amara?"
Dean's eyes narrowed. "The angels tried smiting her or whatever, and Cas went to go check. I haven't heard from him yet."
Sam sighed. Then he would have to go with the Lucifer plan.
"I told you, Sammy. I'm your best bet."
Sam grumbled. "Shut up."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Are you hallucinating again? Because it sure sounds like it."
He waved his hand. "No, not hallucinating. I'm fine." Then he muttered under his breath, "Not just hallucinations. Now with the actual Lucifer."
Dean looked him warily, leaning against the table. "Sam, you've been acting weird since you got back from the cage. And I trust that you didn't say yes. Did Lucifer do something to you?"
His eyebrows scrunched up in concern.
Sam sighed. "No, he just… tried to get me to say yes. But then Crowley booted him back to the cage, with help from Rowena."
Dean shook his head and laughed bitterly. "Man, our lives are weird. You teamed up with a demon and a witch, to get help from Satan. At least Lucifer isn't up here. That would be a nightmare, with both Lucifer and Amara."
Sam laughed nervously. "Yeah."
"What a nightmare that would be, Sammy, having me up here!" Lucifer smirked, his voice echoing in Sam's head.
The mark glowed with Lucifer's grace.