Sam/Ruby
In the jumble of bodies moving around before him, a far more familiar, personal face broke free from the tangle and came dashing toward in him in a flurry of dark hair and tiny limbs. Rather than being blown apart on the spot or vanishing before she could reach him as expected, the Ruby image launched herself at him and yanked him into a hug.
Okay, now that? It wasn't Lucifer's style. Sam stiffened. Maybe this was a joke. Lucifer could have been using the Ruby image to manipulate him into thinking that he was in a safe memory or that he had, somehow, been rescued from the Cage. But Sam knew better than that. He braced himself, preparing for the Ruby image to fall apart or, worse yet, attack him. When she didn't do either of those things, Sam tipped his head to the side and looked down at Ruby with a tiny flicker of confusion reflecting from his gaze.
She wanted proof that he was real. What did that...?
He opened his mouth to speak, but clamped it shut soon after. It had been so long since he had spoken to anyone. The thought of doing so now seemed incredibly foreign to him. He opened his mouth again, mind turning over what he was going to say and how he was going to say it for a short moment before he finally encouraged his voice to put itself to use.
"Why would I do that?"
Lucifer knew exactly who he was. He was definitely playing a game with him.
"Maybe you're the one who needs to be proving yourself to me. Saying you miss me? Kind of over the top." He folded his arms over his chest and raised a brow. "If you don't mind, I think I'd rather get back to the whole being flayed alive by fire thing. This bad impersonation of my wife isn't gonna cut it."