Sam looks and smirks, stopping in his tracks. Some things never change.

It makes his heart ache. He keeps telling himself that this is just another mystery, but underneath it all and through the absence of Lucifer under his skin (he thinks?) he's sure this is his cage. And he's sure this is just some.. interesting little puzzle dreamed up for him to wind his way through like a mouse in a lab for the entertainment of everyone else.

Michael wearing Adam's skin might be around any corner. Dean is an illusion or, worse, maybe Lucifer himself taking a particularly painful position on the field.

Maybe, if they're all going to be locked in a cage, it may as well be interesting.

It's all gonna be okay, Dean. I promise. A helluva thing to say with his fist in his brother's face and the bones giving way like they're nothing.

Jesus Christ, he can't.. his stomach turns again and the thing inside him keenly reminds it's vessel that he is, indeed, still full of blood. Like a tick. You're a tick, Sam Winchester, but you did it. You did what you said you were going to do maybe- maybe that's-

"Gulls", Sam says aloud, sharp and to himself, shaking his head and taking a sharp breath to clear his mind from the spiral.

Gulls represent opportunity. Opportunity and the ability to turn a situation to your advantage. Irony, maybe?

"Yeah," though it comes out far too close to a choke for his own liking and clears his throat whilst gesturing. After you.

"Yeah, c'mon."