"Thinking about who?!" Sam asked, but of course he knew. That niggling at the back of his mind, suddenly so much closer to the forefront. He grabbed Raphael's hand and ran with him, idly concluding that it had to be a dream if Raphael's legs could keep pace with his so easily. "Where are we going?!"

The confusing thing was that there was a small part of his mind that felt Lucifer, as surely as he felt Raphael's hand in his. "He's still here."