"are the lights on Sam?" Lucifer was lying next to Sam, in the small twin bed, the darkness seemed to weigh on him.
"Are they on or off?" Lucifer snapped his fingers, and the lights flicked back on, another snap, and they were off.
"Come on Sam, give a guess, are they on or off?" Sam closed his eyes, the light continued to flash with each snap.
"Come on, I like it when you talk to me you know." Sam felt a hand on his leg, he closed his eyes tighter.
"We used to have such great times, don't you remember?" The hand caressed his cheek, and Sam shivered, bolting upright.
Dean looked up as footsteps approached his room, he wasn't asleep, didn't sleep much lately. "Sammy?" He called out into the hallway
"Hey Dean." Sam stood in the doorway, his eyes looked bloodshot, dark rings and heavy bags accompanying the tired look he gave off.
"Heya Sammy." Dean sat up in bed "Something on your mind?"
"I uh, I was just, couldn't sleep." Sam stammered, jumping as he felt Lucifer's hand on his shoulder. "Don't you mean we couldn't sleep?" The Devil whispered in his ear
"Want some company? I'm not sleeping well either." Dean offered up, hoping Sam would agree despite the obvious ruse.
"Yeah, sure, we can see what's playing." Sam shrugged, and Dean noticed the small shiver that ran through his brother's hands
"Sounds like a plan, hey, flick that light on so I can find some pants."
"Oh." Sam's hand found the lightswitch and pushed it up, his voice was almost hollow.
"Hmm?" Dean grabbed his sweats and slipped them on.
"Just," Sam swallowed. "I thought it was on."
Dean paused briefly, and with a force of will made himself not react to the news. Sam didn't need him panicking at every little thing.