"Go to hell." Sam spat, blood falling past his cracked and split lips.

"Already there, Sammy. But we can leave as soon as you say-"

"No."

Lucifer snapped his fist into Sam's throat. "It's rude to interrupt. We've talked about this."

"T-torture me all you want. It's never gonna happen." Sam said defiantly.

Icy hands grabbed Sam's jaw in a painfully tight grip, forcing him to look up at Lucifer.

"You thought last time was bad, bunk buddy? That was just to pass time. Now? Now- I want something. And I'm going to get it."

Jaw clenched, Sam spat, "No."