"I'm glad you thought to call me." As if Lucifer didn't end most of their conversations reminding him to pray if he got in trouble. And oh, look: Sam had got into trouble. At least it wasn't Lucifer's fault; that was actually something of a shock.

"I'll take you to my place." Naked and all. It wasn't like the angels cared. "Just keep an eye out for the hellhound."

So saying he took them both straight to his own apartment, and set him on the little-used bed he and Michael had set up just to have. And sure enough, Gwolithua the hellhound padded in and started licking blood off of Sam.