Andrew staggers and nearly falls, stumbling a few steps back to keep his balance; he stays there, half bent forward and breathing hard like he's run a race.

Stubborn as Sam Winchester was.

He's not. He knows he's not. But he can try to be.

And he doesn't for a moment think that he'll be able to hold out where Sam didn't. Not forever. Not for good. And chances are pretty low that anybody's going to be able (or, let's face facts, willing to take the risk) to come and rescue him. Lucifer's right: he's going to say yes eventually.

So all there is ... is to see how long he can make it take.



Andrew straightens as best he can, and waits for Meg to appear.