[Sam's eyes flicker to the barrel of the colt and back. He shouldn't be afraid, he's dead, he's trapped, he's got this coming, but the glint of that metal matches the glint of death in Dean's eyes and he, too, sees doubt.
It doesn't make any sense. At all.
No, no, he isn't gonna fall for it. Just like that- His confusion subsides to anger again. Anger and a touch of smug because yes, he really did beat The Devil at his own game. In a manner of speaking. In the only way that really matters.]
Cut the crap, Lucifer. I know it's you. I won. Your plan failed and I won.
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It doesn't make any sense. At all.
No, no, he isn't gonna fall for it. Just like that- His confusion subsides to anger again. Anger and a touch of smug because yes, he really did beat The Devil at his own game. In a manner of speaking. In the only way that really matters.]
Cut the crap, Lucifer. I know it's you. I won. Your plan failed and I won.