"Oh fuck you," Chuck snarls, abruptly pushed past his limit both by raw anger at Cas, anger on Lucifer's behalf and panic at seeing his eyes go black. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Do you even hear the raw horse shit coming out of your mouth right now?"

Sam has no right to talk like that. Not anymore. "I thought you were saying fuck destiny, what happened to that? Choosing family and freedom over destiny was the whole goddamn POINT. And by the way, you have no right to talk like that anymore. Try taking a look around some time- Lucifer's putting a hell of a lot more effort into changing himself than you are. You're officially less mature than the emotionally stunted Devil, Sam. I hope that feels good."