"Yes, well..." He swayed his head back to forth and then walked further into the room. "I'm afraid I'm lacking the warm and fuzzy feelings your young Moose gives you so I was honestly expecting him to handle it." It seemed like a smart plan, good on Sam for seeing some sense. If he took on Lucifer and fought him, they stood a pretty good chance. Sam would perish but the world would keep on going by. Happy days. Well, almost.

"But at the risk of souring our ever evolving relationship, I assume I should brainstorm other riskier options?" He tsked and sat himself on the arm of a chair. Not on it properly because he didn't trust it but he could perch and then have his coat dry cleaned later. "Let's see - end of the world. I forgot how it goes. Lucifer rises, has his prize fight with ... Michael, I believe and then either good or evil wins."

So there seemed at obvious alternative. "You found Michael yet?"