"Cute. You're good at it. The act." No surprise there. He supposed he had fooled him for years.

Sometimes Sam wondered how many others there might have been in his life that were only Lucifer's agents. In the end, he wasn't sure whether anyone could have hurt as much as Harry.

He shook his head and got the syringe out of his pocket. After clenching one hand into a fist, he quickly found the right vein and extracted some blood. Then he moved forward, so he could hold Harry's hair and hold him in place, injecting the blood right into his neck.