“What’s it like to fall?” Sam asks, looking at the archangel with wide hazel eyes, because even after so many eons, Lucifer is still beautiful to behold.
Lucifer thinks about the promise given to him after he was thrown into the Cage, about a soul built specifically for him. Someone who would be his Other Half, quite literally, made to house him as a Vessel, someone who would understand him wholly, more than anyone else ever did.
He reaches up then, to touch Sam’s cheek, and just having the physical contact makes them both relax, soothed by the connection between them.
“It’s like coming home at long last.”
{ouch. in so many good ways, ouch.}