"Maybe you should leave," Sam suggested, not that he let go of Raphael. "It's my dream. Right?"

Honestly, he was no longer sure where the lines ended. But he was human, he was dreaming. Raphael could shape them and steer them, but it was still taking place in his mind.

Which was why the devil was right there, knocking the door. Or simply walking in, as the case might be.

Lucifer looked around before approaching them, arching his eyebrows. "Cosy, you two. Nice location, brother. Always loved a good margarita."

Sam finally let go of Raphael's hand, instead pushing his shoulder slightly to prompt him to leave.