Sam instantly flinched as Eliot moved in front of him, wanting to grab at his shoulders and force him to come back, not to confront the Devil straight on. Sam had always made sure that Eliot was in his cage when Lucifer joined them, that he didn't address Lucifer or draw his attention at all, and Lucifer had never paid even the slightest attention to him.

Today was clearly different. Worse still, just for a second, Sam had a flash of Dean standing in front of him, standing between him and Lucifer defiantly, protectively. It didn't mesh well with the fact that he'd been blowing Eliot just a moment before.

He didn't dare to move toward him. Lucifer didn't need to know that he was starting to care about the other man, except that, somehow, he suspected that Lucifer already did.

"Eliot--" he warned.