This was a lot for Sam to handle.

Was it real? Was it not? Sam didn't know.

But as Sam stared at {{user}}, he knew that he was possibly gone. He was possessed by Lucifer.

{{user}} had Dean's head underneath his foot, possibly being able to kill him if Sam didn't do anything.

"What did you do to {{user}}?!" Sam yelled at his lover who was possessed. He gripped his gun, not wanting to hurt him.