@happy-little-marvel : could I maybe get a imagine like swan song, so Lucifer possesses the reader and Dean tries so hard to pull her out, and has to confess his feelings for her to get her to take control, then she admits that she feels the same and it's just really fluffy after that.
Now you're talkin' my language! WE LOVE PINING!
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Lucifer and Michael stood in the cemetary. This would be their final battle and it was bittersweet. Lucifer had taken a lesser vessel, but one that held just as much meaning as Sam. (Y/N) was important to the Winchesters. Just as much as Michael's was. Michael had taken the body of Adam, the Winchester's half brother.
Lucifer could feel all the emotions going through this woman's head. She was scared and guilty. Adam was innocent just like she was. But she made a choice. A choice to save Sam and to save Dean. Whenever Lucifer's vessel thought of Dean, a wave of emotions washed over. But none of that mattered now.
"It's good to see you, Michael." Lucifer said, staring her brother in the eye. They were once the best of friends.
"You too." He said, "It's been too long." And it had been, a milenia of time preparing for this very day.
"You believe it's finally here?" Lucifer asked, stalling. This was the first time she had seen her brother in a while, and what they had to do was hard.
Michael took a few steps forward, "No. Not really." He shoved his hands in his pockets. He sighed and stood up straight, "You ready?" He asked if they were merely about to go to a different location, not at all like they were going to battle to the death.
Lucifer inhaled deeply, "As I'll ever be." She sighed, "Part of me wishes we didn't have to do this."
Lucifer took a step forward, "Then why are we?"
"You know why." Michael answered as quickly as the question came up, "I have no choice after what you did."
Lucifer felt shocked, "What I did? What if it's not my fault."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Think about it," She began, "Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am." Lucifer took a few steps closer, "God wanted the devil."
"So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point." Lucifer's words seemed to make Michael think.
"What's your point?" Michael asked with no emotion. Which made Lucifer's heart sink.
"We're going to kill each other and for what? One of dad's tests? We don't even know the answer?" Lucifer hoped all of this was getting through to Michael. It seemed his vessel's emotions were coming through, tears were filling in her eyes.
"We're brothers." She said, "Let's just walk off the chessboard." Michael took a step back, seeminly like he was considering this, considering ending the battle.
When Michael looked back at Lucifer, his eyes were filled with sadness, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm a good son and I have my orders."
"You don't have to follow them." Lucifer said, trying to make his brother see reason.
"What? Do you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you."
"Please, Michael." She begged, but his words were too loud for hers to be heard.
"So you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me, all of us. And you made our father leave."
Lucifer shook her head, "Nobody makes dad do anything. He is doing this to us!"
Michael only stared at her, "You're a monster, Lucifer. I have to kill you."
Her shoulders slumped, "If that's the way it's gotta be." she looked up into her brother's eyes and glared, "Then I'd like to see you try." The two began to circle each other, not breaking eye contact. They stopped when they heard the roar of an engine and the beginnings of a sound that his vessel recognized.
Rock of Ages- Def Leppard. Dean's favorite band.
They watched as the 1967 Chevy imapala drove down the hill in the cemetary. It pulled in further, stopping a few feet from the angel brothers. Lucifer could hear his vessel screaming at Dean to turn back and get away from this place. A part of Lucifer somehow knew that he would come.
Dean opened the door, leaning on the window, "Howdy boys." He looked between the two of them, "Sorry, am I interupting something?" He shut down the car and slammed the door shut. He began walking around and looking at Lucifer.
"Hey, we need to talk." Lucifer and Michael shared a glance before staring back at the mortal.
"Dean," She smirked, "even for you this is a whole new mountain of stupid." It almost felt like his vessel agreed with him for a multitude of different reasons.
"I'm not talkin' to you. I'm talking to (Y/N)." He seemed to stare passed Lucifer.
"You're no longer the vessel, Dean." Michael said, "You got no right to be here."
Dean looked at Michael, "Adam, if you're in there, I am so sorry-"
"Adam isn't home right now." Michael interupted him.
"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup." He looked back at Lucifer, "But right now I need five minutes with her."
"You little maggot." Michael sneered, "You are no longer a part of this story." He walked closer to Dean. Lucifer felt a twing in her arm, like she wanted to grab Michael to hold him back.
"Hey assbutt!" Their attention was brought to her brother Castiel and an older man.
Castiel was holding a flamming bottle. She watched as he threw it at Michael. The glass burst and Michael was engulfed in flame as he screamed. Lucifer turned away from the flames and when she looked back, Michael was gone. The only thing left was a scorched patch in the grass and the smell of holy oil.
"Assbutt?" Dean asked her brother.
"He'll be back." Castiel said, "And upset. But you got your five minutes." Lucifer glared at her brother, rage flowing through every bit of her body.
"Castiel." She growled. The lesser angel looked at his brother in his friend's body. "Did you just molotov my brother?" She asked, inhaling deeply, "With holy fire?"
"UH.." Castiel backed away slowly, "No."
"No one," She glared, "dicks with Michael but me." She snapped her fingers, the angel in front of her exploded in a fountain of blood and guts. Lucifer felt his vessel lurch in panic and dispair. She was screaming for Castiel.
"(Y/N)?" Dean said carefully, "Sweetheart, can you hear me?" Lucifer turned to face the older Winchester. He knew what he wanted and needed to do. His vessel was fighting back, screaming and struggling. But she wasn't strong enough against him.
"You know, I tried to be nice. For (Y/N)'s sake." She walked closer to him, his vessel's voice screaming louder and louder.
PLEASE DON'T ! JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE!
"But you," She shook her head, "Are such a pain." She reached out and grabbed the lapel of his brown leather jacket, "In my ass." She threw him back into the windsheild of his car.
Lucifer walked closer but stopped as a bullet passed through her shoulder. She turned and saw the old man with a pistol. He looked afraid and was frantic to recock the gun. He shot again into her chest. Lucifer only winced, seeing the blood spurt out of the hole in her green army jacket. His vessel was screaming in pain, begging for death. Lucifer narrowed her eyes and lifted up her hand, making a twisting motion. In the same time, the old man's neck snapped.
"NO!" Dean shouted from the car hood.
"Yes." She said, grabbing Dean by the leg and pulling him off the hood of the car. She punched him across his face, knocking him back into the car. Dean was panting, blood and siliva pouring from his mouth from the force of it.
"(Y/N).." Dean's voice was shaking. Lucifer's vessel had stopped begging, only sobbing loudly inside her head.
"Are you in there?" Dean asked.
"Oh she's in here alright." Lucifer said, punching him again. He landed back on the hood.
She grabbed him, "And she's gonna feel the snap of your bones!" She punched him again, sending him to the ground.
"Every single one." She sneered, walking forward. She grabbed him and sat him against the side of the car, "And we're gonna take our time." She kept punching left and right. Each punch making him more bloody and disfigured than the last. When she paused, Dean grabbed her arm.
"(Y/N), it's okay." He slurred his words through a broken jaw. Dean looked up at her, "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. I'm not gonna leave you." Emotions were beginning to build up in Lucifer's chest, she inhaled a sniffle and punched him again.
"I'm not gonna leave you!" Dean said again. Lucifer reared back her fist. "I'm not gonna leave because the last time I left you took Sammy's place for me." Lucifer paused. "I shouldn't have yelled at you after Sammy got hurt. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. You took Sammy's place to make me happy. I get that. But sweetheart, I never wanted that for you, I was never angry. I was just scared." Dean swallowed back blood, "I was scared that you would get hurt or worse because I wasn't there to protect you. Because I wasn't there to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay. And if you can hear me right now, hear this, because it may be the last time I have a chance. I love you. I love you so much. More than I have ever loved anyone. You and Sam and Cas and Bobby are my family. Every night I thought about a future with us together. In that house and the kids you talked about having. That was my dream too. For us. I want to live out the rest of my days with you, sweetheart. Whether it's tomorrow or when we're old and blind. But we will have each other. Please, baby, please hear me." He groaned. Lucifer got disoriented. She looked passed Dean and into the impala. Inside there was a blue flannel that had been given to (Y/N) by Dean the first night they met. On the dashboard were ticket stubs to a Bob Seger concert wedged in the visor of the driver's seat. She could remember dancing on a crowded lawn of the Clarkston, Michigan theater park. Dean had danced with her all night as they drank and sang to their heart's content. She also remembered all the long car rides, blasting music, playing air guitar and annoying the hell out of Sammy in the back because Dean made him sit back there so she could sit co-pilot. She remembered falling asleep in the back and walking up with Dean's jacket draped over her the next morning. She remembered Sam teaching her all there was to know about lore in the back seat as they would drive to a new hunt. They would laugh and joke while Dean would roll his eyes and wink at her in the dash mirror. She remembered the hunt where she had almost died, she had faded into unconciousness hearing Dean crying and shaking her. Screaming for her to wake up. Last of all she remembered running into Dean's arms after being seperated, made to think that the other was dead. She remembered how tight she held on to him, happier than she had ever been in her life to have him in her arms.
And finally, (Y/N) was herself again. After clawing tooth and nail to get control of her own body. She loosened her fist, shaking as she tried to keep control. (Y/N) shouted in pain and let go of Dean, backing away. Dean slumped against the car and gasped for breath. (Y/N) panted heavily, trying to keep herself whole. She looked at Dean, he was bloody and broken and it was all her fault. One eye was swollen shut and the other was barely open. He looked over at her.
"It's okay, Dean." She whispered, "It's gonna be okay." She couldn't tell if that was more for him or herself.
She let out a little laugh, "I got him." She dug around in her pockets until she found what she was looking for. The rings of the Four Horsemen. She tossed it onto the ground and recited the incantation. The ground shook as the doorway into the pit opened at her feet. A vortex seemed to open, the air around her whipped passed.
"No!" Dean tried to sit up. She went down to her knees and held his face delicately.
"Dean, I have to do this. It's the only way to put this son of a bitch away."
Dean reached up and grabbed her shoulder, "I can't lose you."
Tears filled (Y/N)'s eyes as she smiled weakly, "Dean, it's my turn to keep you safe. You've kept me safe all these years. And I fell more and more in love with you." She grinned, "Knowing that you loved me too makes me happier than I've ever been. And knowing that," She swallowed back a sob, "Knowing that I'm protecting you and Sammy from this will beat whatever the Pit has to throw at me." She lightly kissed his forehead, she could taste his blood and sweat but she didn't care.
"(Y/N)!" They both looked up and saw Michael had returned. She stood up, Dean gripped lightly on to the leg of her jeans.
"It's not gonna end this way!" Michael shouted over the roar of the ever growing hole, "Step back!"
"You're gonna have to make me!" She shouted back.
"I'm going to fight my brother, (Y/N)!" Michael shouted, "Here and now! It's my destiny!" She took a deep breath, looking down at Dean. She closed her eyes, lifting her arms up. She could hear Michael screaming as she began to fall back. Michael grabbed onto her jacket to pull her back. She gripped onto his arm and looked him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, Adam!" She screamed as they both fell and were sucked down into the pit.
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After almost a year without her, a year with Lisa almost seemed to be okay. Dean didn't love Lisa, he couldn't. But living with her and Ben with a normal life almost made losing (Y/N) easier. He just couldn't be around anything having to do with darkness right now. After Cas and Bobby had been brought back, those two and Sam were trying to figure out a way to get her back. But they couldn't get to her without getting to Lucifer and he would be damned if her sacrifice was for nothing.
He usually slept on the couch after lying there awake thinking about the time he spent with (Y/N). It seemed like every moment wasn't long enough, it could never be. He thought about her smile and her laugh and how she cuddled into him when they would fall asleep after being exhausted from a hunt. The worst was when he thought about her face as she fell back into the pit. She looked so content, like she had made peace with herself and the universe.
He had been paranoid lately, thinking that some creature was in town, mocking him. Tonight he heard a crash outside, so he went out to investigate. He took his gun. After going outside and seeing that the trash was tipped over, it was probably a raccoon. He sighed and chuckled a little. He was so jumpy. He turned to go back inside when he was hit in the back of the head and blacked out.
He was on the floor when he woke up. It seemed like a concrete garage from all the junk in there. He blinked to try and make out the figure in front of him. They were sitting in a chair, hunched over, watching him. When he blinked again he gasped and sat up. "Hey Dean." (Y/N) smiled.
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Tada! I hope you liked it. The angst was real.
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