Groaning in pain on the floor of the Cage, Sam was helpless as Lucifer rolled him over to his back, and kneeled down beside him.
"I didn't want to hurt you."
Sam scoffed.
"I mean that, Sam. I didn't." He carded a hand through Sam's hair, and Sam couldn't so much as turn away. He was in too much pain. "You drank demon blood to feel strong, but you never needed the blood. All you needed- all you need is me. You'll never be weak again."
Sam wasn't weak. And he was about to prove it with one word.
"No."