"No, Lucifer's locked up. He's in the cage." And sometimes, Sam thought, he was still in his head. Maybe even now. Only this didn't really feel like the devil. Honestly, he had no idea what it felt like. He shook his head, so very confused. "I don't know. No. I mean, it's my dream. You'd just be gone when I wake up."

Sam reached out. He wasn't sure why. In dreams he was rarely rational. He lightly pushed Raphael's shoulder. He felt so real. "I never sleep that long."