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[elinorwise]

“What... what do you want to say?” Sam tries to make out, tries to show that he’s in the room right now. Sam isn’t sure if Cas is tapping into his memories at their source to wash them over his brain, or if he should be reacting to that as some sort of violation, because it’s incredibly grounding and concentrated flashes of abstract connections to Cas. And truth be told, Sam missed Cas so much.
“Yeah, sooooo much,” Lucifer says, clearly annoyed. 
Sam, -I’m trying not to get farther into the recesses of your brain than I can, but sometimes I cannot help it. That sensation you’re feeling is probably related to me, however, and your brain is just making associations, not the reverse that you seem to be assuming.
“You can just read all my thoughts and see everything I’m seeing and everything he’s saying and everything I’m remembering huh,” Sam muses, and before Cas answers, Dean does.
“Tell him to hurry the fuck up and make you stop hallucinating the devil.”
I’m trying Sam. I am. It’s difficult even repairing the damage done to your brain in the last week, so less trying to change the way your brain works in a way that isn’t obstructive or difficult.
“He’s going to give you a lobotomy,” Lucifer says brightly.
I am not.
“Don’t argue with him,” Sam says. “ He’s not real.”

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