>"You think? The way Cas talked about it we're in the middle of some apocalypse-proof bubble."
He doesn’t know what to make of the way she sounds almost excited about it, like this is something good, something she wants to happen. He shoots her a slightly puzzled look, but decides not to mention it when he starts writing, because it’s probably just …something else. Or maybe just the idea of something important happening.
He’s not sure how to say what needs saying, though. How to tell her that his brother’s the cause of the end of the world, that the whole reason he came here was to keep his brother safe but he couldn’t, and now Sam is the devil or the devil is Sam, or maybe they’re not the same person, he doesn’t know, it didn’t seem like they were the same person, but that’s almost just as bad because it means if they stop the End then …what happens to Sam?
He hasn’t even written anything down yet and he feels like he can’t breathe. There’s air there, coming in and going back out, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much good.
Sam’s not Sam is what he writes, but that doesn’t work, that’s not enough, that means nothing – or, really, could mean too many things - He’s Lucifer