"I don't need you to heal me," Sam growled. He raised up on his feet and rocked back down, adding to the momentum. it was entirely possible he was trying to throw Lucifer off balance. He hardly cared about his own pain or discomfort, though he was aware of the burn, he wasn't terribly bothered by it, at least yet.
"You think you're such a big bad son of a bitch, don't you? Fucker." Sam's voice was low, but lacking any real emotion.