Lucifer stares at his hands (Dean's hands) on Bobby's table. "I'm not going to say it."

"Then you're full of shit." Sam calmly turns his back and pulls a beer out of the fridge.

"What, no beer for your own brother?"

Sam ignores him.

Lucifer sighs. "It wasn't like this in the cage, you know."

Sam's hand tightens on the bottle and an overpowering joy spreads through his chest, because past tense, he just fucking admitted it's over.

Sam brings the beer to his lips and finds that he can't stop smiling.