Reason would never prevail. That would always be a pipe dream.

Normal people? Maybe.

The Winchesters? Screw that.

Sam's aiming for a retreat, but Lucifer's going to be the one to walk away first. It'll be twice now that Lucifer's wriggled through Sam's noggin, got him worked up, and then left him to fume. It's kind of becoming fun.

Get his kicks where he can find them.

He spins away, already wandering off, intending to find Kyle. He calls out loudly, over his shoulder, intending for one last sting, "You keep telling yourself that, Sammy."

He feels so invigorated. Ready for the mountains.