The truth? Excuse you, Lucifer, that isn't happening. Not anywhere close to it - Dean would come up with something else, something stupid and nonsensical and it would have to work because there wasn't another option.

But Dean is instantly distracted at Lucifer's next point, gaze shooting over towards the door of the motel room, expression turning mildly horrified. He'd forgotten, blanked Sam out of his mind, and now he needed to move quick. Except he couldn't. He was seemingly grounded, Lucifer's hands smoothing through his hair while absolute panic set in, Dean having no way to get up off the floor without falling on his face.