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Sam's always thought it's this fiction-thing, biting your lip until it bleeds. It seems dramatic and all, but short of tearing off too much dry skin or having really dry lips to start with, it takes more pressure than most people are willing to exert, really, to break the skin of the lip and make it actually bleed.
The pain of broken skin is absolutely nothing, though, to the feeling of Lucifer's hands rooting around in his innards (with that sort of gleeful detachment that the fallen archangel must have spent millennia cultivating) and tearing out whatever displeases him.
In other words... Sam wakes up from a Cage trauma-fueled nightmare and can't shake the dream. Dean helps by turning on the heater in high summer and sweating through it. In the end, there's nothing like a bit of blasphemy to shake the cold in his bones.