"There's no point in me being happy. I've just got to be stubborn enough to keep the devil out. There's another guy who really likes the sound of his own voice. Lucifer never really shuts up." Even now he felt like he could hear him at the back of his head. As if he was sitting on the backseat, commenting on what Sam was doing. Mocking him for it.

Sam kept driving. No one else was really around. They were pretty out there and he just happened to know that there was a chapel alongside that road. Holy ground, or close enough to it anyway. A place he could use for this, once he put all the necessary wards up.

"I think there's no point to you being happy either."