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Spoilers for Swan Song.

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"Hey, Assbutt!"

The yell is the only thing Sam hears, though he can't really tell if it's a yell or a whisper - he's trapped inside his own mind, only gleaning bits and pieces from the world outside whenever Lucifer decides to show him something. Right now, he can see, sort of - blurry shapes that have no real form, no meaning. He sees what looks like a man with a beard wearing a ball cap, and someone in a trench coat. Bobby? Cas?

"Castiel, did you just Molotov my brother with Holy Fire?"

Oh, God, Cas did that? Sam shivers at the thought, feeling the suppressed rage inside of Lucifer, feeling sick because he understands it. No one dicks with Dean but Sam.

"No one dicks with Michael but me."

Sam barely has time to understand what happens next - a snap of fingers, a surge of Grace - and he feels the shock. And then there...there's something. A loss.

"Who's next?"