Sam's focus shifted. He looked between Lucifer and Castiel. He put his hands out, his hair hung wildly around his face. He looked like a madman.
"You're not real." In Sam's mind, Lucifer laughe and it was an evil, uneasy laugh. Sam held Cas' gaze, his eyes hopeful, but wary. He couldn't just go with Cas. It wasn't that easy.
Nothing was ever that easy.
He looked down at their hands. Cas held his hand firmly. Sam squeezed.