[Dean lets his eyes fall shut; his stomach tightens and then feels as though it falls through him, a boulder racing to the ground. Sam's voice is soft, and it only makes his answer that much more painful to hear and process. Fuck, he thinks.]

The Devil really is that much of an asshole. God.

[He opens his eyes again, rubs a hand over the bottom half of his face.]

Are you...are you aware when old Luci goes and visits other people in their sleep?