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Lucifer let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes again. "Why do I get stuck with Sam? He's a loser! I want Dean as a vessel."
His brother shook his head. "I want Dean; he's more powerful and full of sorrow."
Lucifer pouted. "Sam's a baby."
Michael sighed. "Do it for me?"
That made the other stop complaining. "Fine, for you."