Relief. Peace washed over his muscles in a soothing wave. The pain was just suddenly gone. Sam stared down at fully-formed hands and flexed them. Both sets of fingers curled into his still-bloody palms.

If ever Sam needed proof of angels, this was his - to become so easily whole after being so broken.

Sam closes his eyes and leans in close, rests his forehead against Lucifer's arm. "Thank you."