"If I didn't exist, Lucifer wouldn't have a damn perfect vessel. Eliminates the problem." Sam felt the need to point that out. He also didn't feel much of a positive impact he was having. Whiny and sorry and a mess, that was all it amounted to. He didn't want to be pathetic. He didn't want to, for once in his life, be a burden to Matty.

Sam turned his head and looked at Harry, listening to him. "Never trust anyone." What a wonderful mantra to know so well.

He had to laugh suddenly, shaking his head in disbelief and focusing his eyes on Raphael. "How are you even-- I've prayed to you! I've mourned you. You died... You died a hero's death. Big speech and all. Now here you are, the Archangel Raphael, just to stop me because I'm on a bender? Hallelujah. What the fuck?"