"What's so important up there anyway, Sam? Hmm?" Lucifer asked all too sweetly, waiting for Sam's body to heal.
"L-little something called faith." Sam hissed.
"Faith? In what? Humanity? That's a lost cause and you-"
"Not humanity." Sam interrupted, even gathering the strength for eye contact. "In my friends. In my family."
"You mean the family that left you here? The family that always wants to blame you for caring too much, or too little? Sammy…"
Lucifer's hands were on his face,
"Why have faith in them, when they don't have faith in you?"
Sam grit his teeth. "You're wrong."