Sam pacing back and forth until his feet left imprints in the carpet of each motel room you stayed in had become so habitual that you barely batted an eye. Each time you caught him like this, he always had this faraway look in his eye- so far away, in fact, that you didn’t both to try and snap him out of it. It wouldn’t take him long to do that himself, anyway.

This time, it was as soon as you opened the door. Once he was sure it was just you, he stood stock still, giving you those damn eyes of his before dropping the worst bomb he possibly could have.

“I… I’m saying yes. To Lucifer. To be his vessel.”