"I know you better than you know yourself," Lucifer said to Sam.
It was true. How could it not be? Sam had only known himself his whole life. Lucifer had been studying him for a couple of millennia. Sam only existed so that he could be his vessel.
"No," Sam said again.
Lucifer shook his head. As much as he was capable of such a thing, he did feel a bit sorry for the guy. He had spent his whole life fighting Hell's own and now he had to become living quarters for its king. "I'm sorry, Sam." He almost meant it. Almost. What he wanted was more important than Sam's feelings, or anything else.