Sam started to speak slowly at first, choosing every word very carefully in his mind before allowing them to spill out. "Do you think it's possible that there's a little monster in all of us?" He asked softly, hazel eyes trailing their way down to the other.
It was a question that seemed to fill the entire room with an inescapable and suffocating weight, despite how quietly it had been uttered. The Archangel kept his eyes downcast for a quiet moment, before drawing them slowly back up to the comforting warmth of the hunter’s gaze.
“I think that there has to be.” Lucifer’s voice matched Sam’s in gentleness, his tone steady and soothing. “You call it a monster, but I think it would be better to call it survival. Sometimes, for our own good and for the good of those we love, we must do things we wouldn’t normally do.” He sighed quietly, tilting his head to the side as he watched the man for another quiet moment, reaching out carefully to brush gentle fingers through his unruly hair.
“For you, Sam, there is nothing I would not do. I’d become whatever beast I needed to be if it meant keeping you safe. And for that, I will not apologize.”