This was it.

It was a sacrificial mission, that was certain for Sam.

He has accepted it. Kind of. Less so accepted it and more so feels he deserves it. He let Lucifer loose. He must shove him back down in the cage.

Tomorrow morning; Detroit. Where Sam would say ‘yes’ to Luci and hope to God (if he was even listening) that Lucifer would fall for it. Not know about the Horsemen rings. No more Armageddon.

But he needed to make peace with some things first.

You were standing out on Bobby’s porch, arm rested on a scratched up wooden post as you gaze into the distance.

“{{user}}…?” Sam says from the doorway and slowly joins you at your side, “…Was looking for you…”

”Can…Can we talk…?”