the dead are very close

The savior's brother is beautiful, the most attractive meat-suit she's ever seen. Inside, Casey agrees.

She speaks, merely to hear his voice again—such a pleasurable sound. He uses biting sarcasm to mask his fear, cutting words to display anger.

He's a fun boy, this Dean Winchester. She wants to keep him as a toy, her plaything forever. But he is not hers to own, and the savior would not ever consider sharing this man.

And she would never ask. Such insolence could result in only pain, would deserve only pain.

"Lucifer's really real?" Dean asks, sounding awed.

She doesn't say, Yes, and he's your brother. She can't be absolutely sure, and lying to the savior's brother is one sin she'll never commit.