The empty space where the reviews should be is one of the stupidest things I've ever seen.

I love how smart and matter-of-fact Sam is about how crazy-stupid it is to talk to his hallucinations -- and his willing delusion that once Dean gets back, he'll be able to ignore them. You made Sam's long-conditioned fear of Michael and Lucifer immediate and real, just from Sam's reactions to them. The faint uncertainty of whether Michael and Lucifer are independent characters or personifications of Sam's doubt and self-loathing really makes me wonder whether Sam has any hope or if he's just running on pure grit by now. (Either way, they're the brainstorming partners from Hell.)

Ah, Sammy, yelling at invisible people in a diner. He's got his priorities, and normal is no longer one of them. Thanks for this fic.