So we got a Daddy Lucifer for the Toddler AU, a Daddy Solomon for the Daddy Solomon AU, Daddy Azrael for the Reaper Child AU and now we have a Daddy Diavolo for the Daddy Diavolo AU. This is a big old Dad-O-Rama! (Who's next to be a father of an MC? XD XD XD)
All we need now is for a one random crossover of all of the dads meeting each other and talking about their stories and their current lives with their child MCs.
Hahaha lol, I don’t know if what is this all about but I find this Dad-O-Rama interesting because they chose characters who have Dad vibes (except Azrael). XD
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(Four Dads talking about their children. *A random crossover*)
Lucifer: *shows pictures of Toddler MC to them* Aren’t my child adorable?
Azrael: Indeed. *notices the unicorn stuff toy* What’s with the unicorn?
Lucifer: That’s me. *chuckles*
Azrael: Aww... I wish I had given MC a stuff toy too.
Solomon: *gasps* You didn’t give your child anything?
Azrael: Er... Not those cute stuffs, no.
Diavolo: ...
Lucifer: Diavolo, why are you silent?
Diavolo: I’m listening.
Lucifer, Azrael, and Solomon: Okay...?
Azrael: How about yours, Solomon?
Solomon: *shows the Sailor Moon shirt he is wearing underneath* My child MC gave this as a gift. *squeals*
Azrael: Bro... Stop.
Solomon: *stops squealing* I stan my own child. How dare you.
Diavolo: ...
Lucifer: Seriously, Diavolo. What’s wrong with you?
Diavolo: *starts sobbing* I’m not okay with my child!!
Lucifer, Azrael, and Solomon: !!!
Diavolo: MC hates me!!! *continues sobbing*
Azrael: No offense but...
Solomon: I guess you have a fault here.
Lucifer: *looks at the two* The heck?
Diavolo: I only found out that they are my child when they were almost killed.
Solomon and Azrael: Oh shit.
Lucifer: ... So in other words, you know nothing about your child?
Diavolo: *nods*
Lucifer: Idiot.
Solomon: I guessed your MC came from someone you just hooked up, no?
Azrael: *frowns* Diavolo, there’s a saying that if you crashed a nut, there’s going to be a seed.
Solomon: What?
Lucifer: What?
Azrael: ... Really? No one gets my joke?
Diavolo: What should I do?
Solomon: You just need to talk with them.
Solomon: Oops. That’s not gonna work for you. Sorry.
Lucifer: *sighs* You have to have a conversation with them and asked for forgiveness.
Azrael: And maybe Dad-and-child bonding?
Diavolo: Thanks... I will try your suggestions.
Solomon: And if it doesn’t work, just forget you ever existed.
Summary: Lucifers daughter got kidnapped and tortured by Naomi and can’t sleep without having nightmares so she just doesn’t sleep. Her father might be able to live without sleep, but she’s part human.
A/N: Written for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 1.5 K followers celebration, Much Ado About SPN. The Prompts were Nephilim, Naomi’s Room, Nightmares, and “You pay a great deal to dear for something that’s given freely.” (Winter’s Tale)
Reader’s POV
It’d been 10 days since you last slept, and it was beginning to take a toll on you. 11 days ago, your father and uncles(Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael) rescued you from Naomi’s room, where Naomi was holding you captive. She had captured and tortured you for three days before your family figured out where you were. Her reasoning? You were a Nephilim, a monstrosity in her eyes. But your father, and two of your favorite uncles, had come and saved you.
Too bad they couldn’t erase your memory. It was hard enough holding back the remnants of Naomi’s torture during the day, but at night? You just couldn’t keep it in. So you just didn’t sleep. It was a price you had to pay to keep your peace, your sanity.
Lucifer’s POV
“Michael? Do you think there’s something wrong with (Y/N)? I feel like she hasn’t quite been herself since Naomi.” I looked at my older brother, hoping for some advice. Fatherhood was never going to be easy for me, and I was glad I had the support of my brothers.
“Torture does kind of do that to a person, Luci.” I rolled my eyes as Gabriel walked in, always the sarcastic one.
“I know that Gabriel. But I feel like there’s something else off about her.”
“I feel that there may be something else off about her as well Luce, but I cannot place my finger on it. I’m even newer to this than you are brother.” That was quite true. Michael had a daughter of his own as well, a nephilim, but she was only a year old, compared to my teenage daughter. That was the reason Michael and I were no longer at each others throats. He had originally opposed the birth of a nephilim, but we had grown close when he came to me asking for help when his human wife got pregnant. Never thought I’d be the one to give fatherly advice.
“Nephilim require sleep, do they not?” I glanced over at Raphael, only now realizing he was present.
“Not quite as much as humans, but yes, they do need some sleep.”
“Well than I believe that may be her problem. I heard (Y/N) talking to her hell hound earlier, venting about how much she needed to sleep. I believe I heard her mention something about nightmares.”
Readers POV
“Can I come in?” You closed your book, looking up as your father slowly opened the door.
“Yeah, what’s up dad?” He took a seat on the edge of your bed, looking at you with such sad eyes.
“How come you are not sleeping?” You looked down at your bedspread, picking at the edge.
“Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in Naomi’s room. If I have to keep living through it again in these nightmares, I’ll go insane. I figure sleep deprivation is a price worth my sanity.” You finished your statement with tears in your eyes, refusing to meet your fathers gaze.
“Oh sweetheart.” You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you as you were pulled into your fathers chest, allowing the tears to fall as he held you. “You pay a great deal to dear for something that’s given freely. I will help you with this. There is no need to suffer for your sanity. Well get through this together (Y/N), as a family.”
"Really dad, Shakespeare?” You ask, starting to smile again, as your father scoffed.
“Half of Shakespeare’s plays were written by angels. Your Uncle Cas wrote that particular line.” You just sighed, shaking your head and chuckling.
“Of course he did. As long as Thaz didn’t write the Tempest. He’d never let me live it down if he knew that was my favorite and he wrote it.” You groaned at the look on your fathers face, you knew what that meant. You loved your uncle Balthazar to death but he definitely did not need a boost in the ego category.
“Hey dad? Can you tell me a story? About mom?” You looked up at him, watching the emotions play across his face. Your mother had died giving birth, and you of all people knew your father never got over it. But sometimes he would tell you stories, about how beautiful and brave she was, how much like her you were.
“Did I ever tell you about the day I took her to meet my brothers?” When you hook your head, he continued on. “Well as you do know, she had just as many piercings as you do, tongue, ears, lip, eyebrow, even some only I got to see.” He waggled his eyebrows much the way Gabriel did, after all he taught Gabe how to do that.
“Anyways, when I took her to meet your uncles, they were shocked to say the least. It was a couple minutes before they said anything. Here I was, standing with a beautiful human woman in a ripped tank top and jeans, with silver hair on half her scalp and none on the other half, covered in piercings. And than Gabriel finally finds his voice and says ‘Holy shit Lucifer! You’re dating a cyborg, she’s half metal!” Oh my grandfather.
“He did not!” You busted out laughing as your father continued his story, cracking a smile at the memory.
“He did. And than proceeded to ask me how I liked all of that metal on my wife. You know what she said? She said, and I quote, 'Oh Luci here loves my piercings, he was telling me as much all last night.’ By that point I was blushing beet red while your mother continued to talk to Gabriel, both of them letting so many innuendos fly that Raphael, the prude, actually left. Like just walked out. It was one of the funniest moments ever.” You and your father continued to sit there on your bed, as you felt your eyes slowly closing.
“Go to sleep honey, I’ll chase the nightmares away.”
When Lucifer’s child is born, he has to change his plans on how to handle this situation entirely. Instead of leaving it with its mother, he has no other option but to take her place, without even knowing how. In search for help, he turns to the only one he can turn to, even if he doesn’t expect much in return.
blood mention, childbirth
Note: This is the first longer story I have written in months, but as always; the idea had to get out. There’s really not much Samifer in it either, but well. I still hope you like it, I surely had fun writing it.
Lucifer would have forgotten about the woman already, if it wasn’t for the child that was growing inside of her. The fact that it even existed in the first place was only due to the vessel he had chosen at this point – as a matter of fact the vessels did influence him to a certain point and this one had overwhelmed him in a weakened state, which ultimately resulted in him creating a child he never intended to create.
After his own experiences with an absent father, who took everything away from him and punished him in ways no being should ever be punished, Lucifer always knew he would not create a child in any way. He would not put a child through this himself and since the only way a child could come into this world was by committing an unthinkable act – in his eyes – with the creatures he loathed the most, he had been sure it would never happen one way or the other anyways. Now, however, this exact act had happened and he had created an abomination that had no right to be on this earth – a Nephilim. An abomination and a sin, even for a fallen angel. That’s how he thought about it at first at least.
When he began to realize that this child would be born, whether or not he liked it or not, he also came to the conclusion that its life would be in danger from the second its eyes opened. A child like this was not allowed under any circumstances, but with him as the father it was even worse. Every angel in heaven and on earth would be on the mission to find this child and end its life – no questions, no remorse. They would kill it and move on with their lives as if it never existed.
Lucifer had had a lot of time to think about this. After being back in his old vessel Nick – the one he did feel most comfortable in, despite Sam being his true vessel – Lucifer had decided to stay away from the child, but to protect it if needed. It was his blood, his grace inside of it, he would feel when he would have to step in. He would leave the child with the mother, but if danger crossed their path, he would interfere. That was the plan at least, until the pleas and cries began.
It was late at night when he heard the first scream – the woman carrying his offspring. It was a painful scream, followed by a series of sobs and pleas for help. He tried to ignore her the best he could, but for almost half the night it continued and he knew that she had gone into labor and that she was about to deliver his child. Reasonable, Lucifer knew he should be there – if not for her, then for the child – but he didn’t. Suddenly though, without a warning whatsoever, a different noise filled his head. This one wasn’t human and it wasn’t even close to what he had heard before – this cry shook every cell in his vessel, every bit of his grace began boiling at the sound of it. This was his child.
Without another thought, Lucifer vanished from the place he had stayed and appeared in the room where his child had just been born. His eyes immediately fell onto the almost unconscious woman on the floor and the crying and screaming baby between her legs. It only took a second for him to take in the weight of this situation and it made his throat tighten. The woman was about to die – it was a matter of minutes, rather than hours – and he would not be able to do anything about it.
Lucifer walked over to the two, watching the woman’s hands helplessly trying to grab for the newborn baby. He knelt down and carefully picked the little one up, wrapping it in the blanket that it lay on. The woman’s head rolled over slowly, her eyes widening at the sight of the stranger standing beside her. A moment later, however, her lips jerked and a slight smile appeared on them. It was weak, but Lucifer knew that she had recognized him. Without a word he laid the baby onto her stomach, keeping his hands there to stead it, because hers were shaking too much to hold it by herself.
The woman looked at the child for a long time and Lucifer stayed next to her, unmoving and waiting for the inevitable to happen. Eventually, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against the tiny head of the baby. The baby had stopped crying and after this gentle kiss, the woman’s hands became limb and slid off the baby’s back. Lucifer immediately shifted his hands, picking the child back up and pressing it against his chest carefully. He turned the child’s face away from its dead mother and slowly got back up on his feet.
He stayed like this for a few minutes, unsure what to do now. His plan of leaving the child with its mother was out of question now, of course, but he couldn’t take the child himself. How was he supposed to do this? He had taken care of Gabriel when he had been little of course, but this baby was half human, it needed the care any other human child needed and he didn’t know how to do that, nor was he able to provide this care. And he couldn’t just leave the child here to die either – this was his child after all – and, as much as he despised the thought, it was his responsibility. There was no one else this child had.
Lucifer looked around, not sure of what to do next, when his gaze fell on a bag on the table a few feet away. On top of it was a small white paper he had not seen before. He slowly walked over, making sure to hold the baby tight before picking the note up and reading it.
Please take care of my daughter.
That was all it said; no name, no one it was addressed to directly. Lucifer shook his head, put the note away and carefully opened the bag. It contained clothes, some kind of bottle and other things he had no idea what they were, but it seemed as if she had prepared items that the baby would need. She knew that she would not survive the birth, but she couldn’t have known that he would be here once the baby was born.
With a sigh, Lucifer closed the bag and picked it up to shoulder it. The child in his arms began crying again, a sad and weak sound he couldn’t help but pity. This situation got way over his head, Lucifer knew that much. He needed to find a place for this child, or a way to take care for it. He certainly favored the second option, even if he couldn’t say why. But how was he supposed to do this? It was never the plan to take care of the child himself, but now that he held it in his arms he felt unable to give it away again.
Slowly rocking the child – no, the girl, his daughter – Lucifer walked up and down, trying to find a solution to this unusual situation he had gotten himself into. He definitely needed help, but there was no one in this world that he trusted enough to ask for it. Without even thinking about it he began humming a melody he had hummed to Gabriel eons ago, which slowly calmed the baby down again. It didn’t help him find a solution, but when he looked down at the little one, he ultimately smiled. Yes, this was his daughter – a child whose whole existence was a sin – and he would not give her away to anyone else.
Lucifer took a deep breath, finally realizing that there was only one person he could go to, even if it meant swallowing down all his pride and show weakness. He had to do it, for this little girl in his arms. He wrapped the blanker tighter around the little body, carefully covering the head so she would not freeze, and then vanished into the dawn of a new day.
After knocking on the door at his destination, Lucifer closed his eyes, praying for the first time since his fall. It was a silent prayer that would most likely stay unheard anyways, but in this moment it felt right.
It took a few minutes, given the time of day it wasn’t long at all, before the sound of metal filled the air. Lucifer held his breath, awaiting every possible reaction and ready to disappear immediately, when the door opened. He looked into a very surprised and very tired pair of eyes, but a wave of relief washed over him at the sight of who opened the door.
“Sam.”
Only his name, but the tone Lucifer said it with was not threatening at all – just a calm sound that relieved the human’s tension visibly.
“What do you want here?” Sam asked, reserved as Lucifer had expected.
He could have chosen to make up a story, of course, but Lucifer knew that he would not lie to Sam. He had always been honest with his other half and he would not stop now.
“I need your help, I fear,” he said quietly and dropped his gaze to the baby in his arms. Carefully he revealed the sleeping infant by pulling the cover over her head a little. “There is no one else I can trust, Sam, and I would not be here if it was not a dire situation.”
“Who is that?” Sam asked, all cautiousness blown away and replaced with shock. “Whose baby is that?”
“She is mine,” Lucifer smiled and gently covered the infant’s head again while shifting her in his arms. “I do not wish to fight or cause any trouble, but I need your help. Not for me, but for her.”
“Wait a minute, you have a daughter?” Sam couldn’t believe what Lucifer had just said. “You, the one who wants to end humanity, have a child with a human woman?”
“I can explain everything to you, later,” Lucifer sighed, knowing full well that there was a lot more to explain than just that. “Right now she needs a warm place, a bath and someone who can take care of her.”
Sam raised a brow, giving Lucifer a questioning look.
“And someone who can teach me how to take care of her,” Lucifer continued with a slight smirk. “Please, Sam. I am no threat to you, nor is she, but she is in danger and we both know it. She did nothing wrong, she is just an innocent child, but she is already heaven’s most wanted. I have nowhere else to go, you know my reputation and you know no one is willing to help me. You are the only one I can trust, Sam.”
After what felt like an eternity, Sam finally nodded and fully opened the door to let the two visitors in. Lucifer let out a sigh of relief and stepped inside. Sam closed the door slowly as he waited, then turned to him and reached for the bag Lucifer carried. He let the other take it without hesitation.
“What’s in this?” Sam asked, shouldering the back himself now.
“Things for the baby,” Lucifer said quietly as they began to walk through the garage. “The mother packed it, I don’t know what most of it is.”
“So, you took it and the baby and left?” Sam wanted to know and after a moment, Lucifer shook his head.
“She died,” he said. “I heard the baby scream and showed up, but she was already close to death. I did not plan to take care of this child myself, but now that she is dead, I have to.”
Sam nodded, but stayed silent. He didn’t really know what to say anyways, so he figured it would be better to just get inside first. Everything else could come later. He decided to take the two to his room for now and then, well. Then they would do the next step.
“I am very thankful that you help me, Sam,” Lucifer said after a while, almost submissive and very unusual for him. “I know you don’t owe me your help or anything.”
“Lucifer, stop it,” Sam sighed and stopped in front of his room to look at the blond. “Let’s put everything aside and talk business for a moment. Are you serious with this? Do you want to take care of this child?”
“Of course I want to,” Lucifer answered, lifting his head a little prideful. “This is my child.”
“I don’t want to offend you, don’t worry,” Sam said and raised his hands. “I just want to know where you’re at and what we will do. If you want to provide for this baby, you have a lot of work ahead, you know that, right?”
“I am fully aware of that, yes,” Lucifer nodded. “I know what you must think, how could he mean that, after all he did? But I assure you that I will make all sacrifices I have to make in order to keep this child safe, however, I cannot do this alone and I admit that. I do not know anything about taking care of a human child and right now she is one, so I am asking for your help. You are the only one I trust, Sam. I am coming to you with no ill intentions, all I want to do is what is best for her.”
“And you think raising her yourself is the best for her?”
“Not raising her means abandoning her and putting her in danger. I know that her existence is not tolerated, but if I do not raise her, who will? What would happen if I gave her to someone else, someone who is not aware of what she truly is and who is after her?”
Sam took a deep breath, then nodded. “She will die. I know.”
“She will die, precisely. Sam, she has done nothing wrong. She is as innocent as any human infant. How can I put my child out there and know she will die? I will not do what my own father did to me, you cannot ask that of me. If you tell me I should leave her with someone else and turn my back at her, just the way my father turned his at me, I will leave immediately.”
Lucifer’s voice broke at the last words and Sam finally understood. HE laid a hand on Lucifer’s back, smiling slightly and guiding him into his room. This was the most difficult thing for Lucifer to do – to come to him with this vulnerable child, asking for help – but he did it because he wanted to spare her the pain and suffering he had to go through himself. It was the most selfless thing Sam had ever seen Lucifer do and he felt a hint of pride for the other at this moment.
“I won’t ask that of you, I promise,” he said and gave the angel a reassuring nod. “Look, I’m not saying this will be easy, because it won’t be. But, if you are willing to listen and learn, I will help you.”
“Thank you, Sam,” Lucifer said and it was clear that those words were coming hard for him. “I know I have no right to ask for your help from you, especially you, but thank you.”
Sam nodded and gestured that he wanted to take the little girl, waiting for Lucifer to give her to him. The new father was hesitant, but eventually handed the infant over to Sam, who took her with gentle and careful hands, smiling at the other.
“She is beautiful,” Sam said softly when he pulled back the blanket, revealing her face. Tired blue eyes slowly opened and looked up at him. “Does she have a name already?” he asked, carrying her over to the bed to lay her down carefully.
“I did not think of that, no,” Lucifer admitted a little ashamed. “I needed to get her to safety first.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Sam smiled as he inspected the baby closely. “First, we have to clean the little princess up and then I will show you how to feed her. Bring me the bag, please. Maybe there is some milk in it.”
Lucifer did as Sam asked and put the bag on the bed next to him, opening it. He emptied it slowly, until Sam stopped him and took a box from his hands.
“There, very good. This is what you feed her with for now, I’ll show you how to prepare it later. But now,” he put the box back down and smiled at the baby girl beneath him, “I’ll show you how to bathe her.”
Sam picked her back up, using his own blanket to keep her warm this time, and turned to Lucifer. The blond looked more helpless than he had ever seen him before, but something else was different too, something that gave Sam hope this could somehow work out. Lucifer looked more human in his eyes.
“Do you believe I can do this, Sam?” Lucifer suddenly asked. “I mean, do you think I can be a better father than mine was?”
“You are one step ahead of him already, Lucifer,” Sam smiled and handed Lucifer his daughter. “You decided to be there for her. Everything else will come naturally, promised. You love her, don’t you?”
Lucifer frowned, then looked down at his daughter grabbing for one of his fingers. The frown immediately turned into a smile – a very proud one.
“I think I do, yes,” he whispered.
Sam laid a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, squeezing it firmly.
“Then you’re halfway there already,” he said. “Come, we have a lot to do and you have a lot to learn.”
“Well, I can’t say I don’t find it funny that the mighty devil himself needs a few parenting lessons.”
The two looked at each other for a moment, then they both shook their heads and laughed to themselves. Lucifer wasn’t sure if this would work out or not, but the fact that Sam was willing to take him in and offer him his help – despite all odds and what had happened between them – was more than he had dared to hope for. If he could put himself back and focus on the well-being and happiness of his daughter, then everything would work out eventually, even if it meant taking a few jokes. In a way, it was a funny situation, he had to admit that.
A/N:- I got a little carried away...
Imagine Lucifer is your father and he is protective of you...
A deal with the devil, that was the start.
She wanted a child, someone to care for, something to live for. All the memories that were to be made, something she could cherish forever.
He wanted a release, no strings attached. That was the deal. He would get his release and she would have hope she would fall pregnant. They both agreed that he wouldn’t have to be involved with the child.
She fell pregnant, a child she named Y/N. Throughout the pregnancy, he was surprisingly supportive and happy for her. He made sure everything was alright with baby and mother, for as long as he could use her place as a hideout.
That was until the child was born. Then he was gone.
He didn’t want to get attached, he swore to himself he wanted nothing to do with you... but that didn’t stop him, watching from afar, invisible to all around him. Making sure no harm came to you.
He was there when a nightmare invaded your dreams, protecting you from the darkness. The times when you were left alone in the room for few moments and you felt scared, you were able to feel his invisible presence, and it calmed you. When you were in danger; whether it be from a falling object from the unit that you accidentally crashed into, or you falling from the couch, he used his grace to protect you.
As he found himself visiting more often, seeing your first steps, hearing your first words, he found himself loving you, feeling proud of every little thing. He wanted to protect you more, wanted to be a reason you smiled, he wanted to be your father.
A few years starting to go by, and you were already starting kindergarten. He wanted to celebrate your small achievements, comfort you when upset, he wanted you to know he was there. He wanted you to see him.
On your 5th birthday he had made his decision.
You were watching TV when the doorbell rang. Your mother opened it up to the one face, she was so sure she would never see again.
He was the Devil after all. Lucifer.
He seemed a little different, almost seemed as if he was nervous. The small gift wrapped box in his hand, made it clear why he was here. Not having the strength to turn him away - she had no reason to - she let him in.
You were too engrossed in the cartoon show, to notice the stranger take a seat next to you. The small chuckle he gave at the show, seemed to earn your interest, facing the man beside you. There was something about his presence that seemed so familiar, you felt safe, home.
“Y/N, honey, this is your father...” Your mother trailed off, try to gauge your reaction. You sat there, staring at the man in awe.
“I believe it is your birthday, little one.” He handed you the small box, inside was the anti-possession symbol necklace. Immediately you thrusted the necklace into his hands, turning around and scooting closer to him, so he was able to put the necklace on. Lucifer gave a small chuckle amused at your reaction.
“Lucifer... I need to head out...would you mind...” your mother trailed off “Just for an hour or so...” Lucifer agreed, letting your mother escape you for a bit.
In the house it was just you and him, you showed him all your toys, all your favorite books, everything. You asked him many a question, ranging from where he’s been to his favorite story. You even asked about the wings coming from his back.
Lucifer had forgotten. You were his child, of course you’d be able to see them. He knew he would have to explain things to you. Things your mother wouldn’t understand.
Lucifer had stayed late, and was able to tuck you in bed, reading ‘The Three Pigs’ to you, before you fell asleep. Before he left, he had talked to your mother. They both agreed, that he would be in your life, but mother had custody.
The years went by as you grew up, Lucifer got to cherish the moments with your mother, he was able to protect you a whole lot more, he comforted you. He visited when he could, and there was the odd time you were aloud to stay with your father.
However, soon the teenage years had came around, and you took a liking to the rebellious side of things. The powers that you held, started to become more stronger, and you were aware of the supernatural. Hence your life was a little bit more than just dangerous.
There was times you would go out, and wouldn’t return till late, sometimes you were out the whole weekend with friends. However this time your mother got s truancy call from your school. It was not like you to miss school, so of course your mother was a little worried, but put it down to you being a teenager and ditching a class you didn’t like, but when you didn’t return home on the school night it panicked her and she prayed to Lucifer, telling him the situation.
It had been a few days, and you still hadn’t shown up at school, nor home, your friends and classmates didn’t even know of your whereabouts. So Lucifer was in search of you, worried you were in danger.
He had managed to track you down. And he was fuming. You were safe, healthy, nothing was wrong. He discovered that you were on a hunt.
It was late at night and you were in your motel room, with a few fellow hunters, trying to track down what you were hunting, when you heard the sound of wings.
“Oh, I should have known you three would be involved somehow” Lucifer growled. Immediately the three men were on their feet.
“Lucifer” they growled at the same time, he ignored them and faced you, raising a finger to point at you.
“You!” he hissed “little one, are in so very much big trouble”
“Leave her alone Lucifer!” Dean growled at him.
“Do. Not. Tell Me. What. To Do. With My Own Child!” He yelled. “Do you know, how upset your mother is right now! She is worried sick! Not only have you skipped school, these past couple of days, but you have not once called her to let her know you are OK! You told no one that you were heading out of town! We were thinking the worst had happened, and yet I find you here! For some stupid, pathetic little hunt!”
Your father never yelled at you, nor did he every get upset with you. So you knew you had crossed the line this time. Feeling small and slightly scared for the first time in his presence, you bowed your head down, trying to cower away from him.
The room was suddenly quiet, and Lucifer’s words were settling. The Winchester's and Castiel looked at you with slight disappointment on their faces.
“If you want to hunt, I will arrange some training for you. All you had to do was say, but because of your recent actions, that will not be happening anytime soon... I will let your mother decide on your punishment, and I think it’s best you leave this hunt to them.” Lucifer had calmed down, guilt taking him for shouting at you. Parenting was hard.
“OK, I’m sorry dad, I didn’t think about what I was doing... are you serious about me hunting?”
“...Yes, and when you do hunt, it wont be with them either... they tried to kill me” He playfully pouted. “Now c’mon, let’s get you home.” and with that you were back home, and being engulfed in your mother’s arms.
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“That’s his kid?” Sam asked
“Can’t be, the kid is too kind, nothing like him” Dean replied
“Lucifer does seem to care profoundly for them.” Cas stated, as they returned to their research.
