Sam didn't know what was more disturbing - spending the weekend as Lucifer again or what had happened to Dean. He didn't remember all the details of their conversation, but what memories he had were pretty unpleasant. He'd spent the day hiding from Zoe and Grace, not wanting to have to explain himself, and ended up at the park, throwing some bread at the ducks in the pond. At least he wouldn't have to explain anything to Peter, and maybe Dean would just chalk it all up to Fandom weirdness? He could hope, at least.
- The Park, Monday Evening