[Later, if Castiel decides to reach out to Sam... or, hell, if he decides to find Lucifer through Sam, it's easy enough to find the archangel. Just wait until the night falls, and hope that Sam Winchester isn't pulling another 24 hours wide awake.

Sam himself is in the distance of the dream, entirely unaware of Castiel's arrival. Unaware of anything, really — he sits with his back against a tree, and he looks younger, more fresh-faced; 19 or 20 years old, beside a girl with lovely blond hair who is lying her head against his stomach, his hand clasped in hers.

Lovers, considering a future together.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're being a real peeping tom here, Castiel.

[The voice comes from behind him. As the angel stands in a pleasant Californian field with the state poppies in bloom, Lucifer is just a few feet separate, looking more like himself as Castiel would know him best — as 'Nick'. He's watching the uninterrupted scene while he bites his thumbnail.]

It never lasts long, but what I'm not so cruel that I'd interrupt a moment of reprieve.

[After all, he cares a lot about Sam. He'd love for him to be happy.

Someday, anyway.

After Lucifer's done with whatever he wants to do, first.]