Should I Stay or Should I Go? (Samifer) "He's the friggin' Devil, Sammy. What're you thinking?!" Dean had Sam by the back of the shirt, dragging him into the motel room. Sam couldn't pull away no matter how hard he tried. "If it was his brother, I wouldn't care. But Lucifer? Is your head on straight?"
"Obviously not if I'm being treated like this," Sam muttered when Dean threw him onto a bed.
"No, you know what? I try my hardest to protect you from that psychopath and everything else, and this is how I'm repaid? Finding you and him-" Dean threw his hands about wildly. "Just- ugh!"
Sam fell back into the mattress when Dean disappeared into the bathroom. It wasn't his fault. The Devil made him do it, literally. Lucifer had jumped him and Sam couldn't stop him. Well, he could have. But why would he?
But then Dean showed up and Sam knew he was in for it. But it wasn't Sam's fault.
"What a blowhard," Lucifer mumbled, appearing next to Sam.