Sam shifted his knees forward, very slightly, so that he was stretched out longer, his arms as long as they could comfortably be, even if most of the stress was on the tops of his thighs. An hour was a long time to wait, but he'd survive.

Even with Eliot watching him, staring across at his naked ass from the other side of the room. Sam was past the point of ever being humiliated by that, but it lessened his ability to perform on Eliot the same way as he had before.

"You're dead," he told him, after a moment. "I'm not. I was brought here alive--I'm still living. This is your Hell, but it's my punishment. This is my punishment for saying 'Yes', for not stopping Lucifer when I had a chance."