"Oh cut the shit, Lucifer!" Sam snaps, shoving the pan off the heat and finally looking up.

"I get it! I'm stuck here with you. And you know what? I'm glad! Because you're in here with me and that's the end of it! And-" He laughs. It isn't funny. None of this is funny-

"Michael!" Sam calls to the general nothing. "You can come out too, I get it!"

"But you-" back to Dean and giving an angry one handed once over gesture. "The least you can do is take that off. What's next, huh? My mom? Jess? Or is that too passé for you these days?!"