[Lucifer looks down at the scene with pity in his eyes.

People think he's a heartless monster, but — well. He's always had a sliver of a soft spot for Sam Winchester. And you can't have a sliver of a soft spot for Sam Winchester without an additional sliver of sympathy for the brother he had become so terribly devoted to. Dean Winchester is a stubborn, ornery, frustrating fool of a human being who had miscalculated most steps in his life.

And he will continue paying the prices for those steps.

No, Lucifer isn't heartless. Not completely. He'll be sure to kill Dean Winchester with some small measure of disappointment that it had to be this way, after he paints the town a little red, stretches his wings.]

Dean, Dean, Dean... I'm sorry. But I've already taken him.

[The small body in Dean's arms is suddenly empty air. Lucifer's carrying Sammy's lifeless figure, now, too much like how a father would carry his son to bed; the head of unruly, bloodied hair is tucked under Lucifer's chin, and the arms hang limp. He almost looks like he's just tired.

He is just tired.]

We know how this ends, Dean. But don't worry — I'll take good care of him.

[Lucifer vanishes.

He leaves Dean with the hounds.]