Lucifer gave him a wry smile for that. But rather than harp on it he closed his eyes and focused, then opened them a few seconds later. "He hasn't even started heading home yet."

He sat on the bed by Sam's feet. "First of all, Miles knows I've had a day pass to your body already anyway. Second, I think he'd prefer my autograph on you to having your head cracked open, or some demon possessing you."