Summary: Spending a day with the devil turns into helping you get over your fear of heights.
It was just a normal day after a very tiring hunt, all you wanted to do was to eat and sleep. With the Winchesters going on another world with Jack. You were left alone to take care of the bunker and going on a few hunts.
What you didn't expect was to see the supposedly stuck on another world Devil asking for spare coins to passersby on the side of the streets.
For a minute you doubt your eyes but after taking a good long look on his blond hair and that very familiar face, you were sure it was none other than Lucifer himself.
Deep down something tells you to run and immediately report it to the Winchesters, but seeing him clutching himself to keep himself warm was enough to convince yourself to walk towards him.
"do you have spare coins? Or maybe just your jacket?" The devil said, demanding a passerby who barely gave him a glance.
"is this your new kind of scheme to get people's souls?" You asked, Lucifer quickly whipping his head in your direction. An amused grim quickly making into his face.
"the Winchesters other pet, fancy seeing you here" he grinned as he stands up from where he were, the cup he was holding all forgotten.
"stay there! I have an angel blade" you warned, stepping back as you put your hand inside your jacket grabbing the angel blade.
"we both know that won't work on me"
"yeah but it'll hurt really bad"
"Fair point" he calmly shrugs "but you don't want these humans to see you kill a very innocent and a very handsome man" he said as he easily closes the gap between you two. You glance around to see a few people looking in your direction so you hesitate to take out your blade and just hide it inside you jacket for now.
"I'm harmless...for now" he said with a frown on his face but was quickly masked up as he grinned at you again.
"what do you mean?" You asked more calmly but was still on guard.
"a very angry brother of mine almost drained my grace, and now I'm reduced to this" he disgustly explained as he mentions to himself, hungry and cold. Almost like the humans he despite.
" and I'm supposed to take pity on you?" You replied glaring at him.
"you can take all you anger out of me another time. First I need food" Lucifer said as he took your wrist and drag you towards a diner.
"hey! Let me go! I'll yell!" You threatened but it remains unheard by the devil, in the end you found yourself seating across the devil.
"and what can I get for the lovely couple?" The waitress giddily said.
"were not a couple!" You immediately disagree as Lucifer took the liberty to order food for himself.
"oh and she's gonna pay" he said to the waitress as he smiled and winked at you which you just responded with an eye roll.
You watch as Lucifer ate but you never let your guard down. From a distance he looks like a normal human being enjoying their food, no one would have thought that the devil himself was eating just meters away from them and that's why looks can be deceiving.
In the end you reluctantly paid for the meal after Lucifer threatened to tell that your cards were all fakes and hacked, he even persuaded you to buy him some jacket after playing his victim act on you.
"Sam and Dean is gonna kill me if they found out about this" you whispered under your breath as you walked around the busy street along with Lucifer trailing behind you.
"what they don't know won't kill them" he hummed
"and I'm sure I'll do the world a favor if I kill you right now" you said, irritation present on your face as you stop walking.
"I'm weak and defenseless, can you still kill me?" He asked while looking at you like a weak puppy, but you'll be dammed to believe that.
"oh come on, admit it you like me" he whined which you just replied with an eye roll.
"I don't"
But Lucifer’s attention shifted unto something that suddenly light up as the sun sets and the night arrives.
"hey what's that thing?" He asked pointing into the Giant wheel as you take a glance at it then back at him again.
"you've live longer than me, shouldn't you know what's that thing?" You asked
"well first of all, what you humans create or built doesn't interest me and second I spent all those long lives in a cage" he explained before stuffing his hands back in his jacket.
Lucifer was actually acting different than usual maybe because he was on the brink of becoming human that he felt more emotions than usual or just the fact that he felt comfortable around you.
"you just ate human food like hours ago" you said as a matter of fact.
"not related"
With a sigh you sat at the nearest bench, Lucifer taking the seat beside you, curiosity present on his eyes.
"it's called a Ferris wheel" you explained "it goes round and round while carrying people inside"
"hmmmmm" he hummed in thoughts as he glances at the Ferris wheel again " sounds boring"
"how would I know" you grumbled but Lucifer heard it anyway.
"you never rode it?" He asked in disbelief
"...I'm scared of heights" you confess a little bit embarrass, his head snapping back at you.
"what really? Now that's new" he amused
"a lot of people is scared of heights" you defended practically shouting at his face.
"I mean your killing monsters yet your scared of a simple thing?" He provokes a sly grin on his face as he was obviously teasing you.
"it's not a simple thing! So what if I'm scared?! Sam is scared of clowns and Dean is scared of planes" you said then you realize what you just said, you just confess the Winchesters weaknesses to the devil.
"shouldn't have told you that"
But Lucifer is not really listening that much he was in deep thoughts as he stared at you, making you a little bit uncomfortable.
"why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, getting a little bit suspicious.
"I have a great idea" he grinned "come with me"
"what? No!"
But before you know it, in the blink of an eye you heard the familiar flutter of wings then you were on another place.
"oh God!" You exclaimed as you found yourself at least 830 meters above ground. You were on top of the tallest building in the world, the Burj khalifa.
Your face drained of blood as you realize where you were.
With your instincts kicking in, you immediately cling into Lucifer for dear life. Your hands wrap tightly around him, your head buried on his chest with Your eyes clutch shut.
"I don't think calling for my father is gonna help you right now" he chuckled as his hands snake around your waist and pulled you closer.
"Lucifer this is not funny" your voice muffled and trembling.
"is it? I think it's amusing" he chuckled, he can feel your heartbeat thumping so loudly against him.
Your whole body was trembling from fear yet he didn't find any amusement from it, instead he wanted to comfort you. A feeling so foreign at him.
"I swear to Chuck, I'll murder you after this" you barely let out as you realize you’re barely standing on a tin metal and the only thing keeping you balanced right now was because of Lucifer.
"a nice threat but you can't get out of here without me" he sang as he enjoyed the feeling of your body clinging into him, though he would never admit it.
"...Please" you weakly whispered against his shirt, you swallowed your pride, right now fear wins over everything. Lucifer can feel your hands trembling, a deathly grip on him, his sure your nails had dug against his skin.
For some reason, seeing your vulnerable side was more interesting than anything, you always trail around the Winchesters, looking like a badass you are but right now, you were defenseless, so small, so...adorable.
A minute pass by in silence, the only thing you can hear was your own heartbeat and your rigged breaths.
Your hugging the devil himself right now but you didn't care, you were scared yet not of him but the height beneath you. Though it was his fault anyways.
"try opening your eyes" he suddenly mumbled
"I can't"
"too bad your missing out"
"just try opening them" he sighs but still you made no attempt to open your eyes.
" I won't let go" he suddenly whispered, it was undeniably softer than any words he spoke, even Lucifer himself was surprised to hear his own voice.
You know his the enemy, his Lucifer for Chuck's sake, but in that moment a voice inside your head keeps screaming that it's okay to take his words.
You bite your trembling lips as you carefully opened your eyes preparing for the worst but instead you saw something incredible.
Different Lights filled the dark city like fireflies, the cold wind blows followed by the sounds of the cars and the busy streets below.
It was dazzling.
No words left your mouth as you admire the view, slowly you stop trembling and you start to calm down but your grip on Lucifer didn't loosen.
"told you" he proudly grinned his eyes focused on your wide ones, the city lights reflecting on it.
"it's so beautiful" you mumbled under your breath, Lucifer humming in approval, a small but genuine smile on his lips.
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With a flutter of wings, the scenery changes into something more familiar, you now look around to notice you were now in front of the bunker.
"you can let go now, the grounds not gonna eat you up" he amusedly said smirking down at you, still clinging into him for dear life.
"whatever" you immediately detached yourself from him, your face still red "listen, don't tell a soul about what happened today okay"
"whatever kitten"
With a flutter of wings, he disappeared and you were left alone outside of the bunker with a red face.
After calming down your heart, you went inside the bunker the loud opening of the door echoing on the silent place.
But as you descended down the stairs you were greeted by three men, Sam seating on the chair, hands place on the table, Dean was leaning against the pillar with hands cross against his chest while Castiel stand behind Dean his hands on his side.
The very image of you on his arms, bloody and lifeless was too much for the king. Despite the Winchesters plead to take your body and sent you off with a hunters funeral, the king took your body and did everything on his power to bring you back.
Fluttering your eyes open, you were met with a very familiar scent and a very warm and comforting arms embracing you.
"Crowley?" You softly called weakly, voice hoarse.
"I'm here my love, I won't let you die again" he mumbled, you pulled back from crowley as you remember the blood, the tears and most importantly heaven.
"Crowley, what did you do?" You accused, you knew you've died and you knew more than anyone the cause of bringing someone back from the dead, you know that much from the Winchesters.
"I..Bid my own soul" he said but you know he was lying.
"We both know you don't have a soul, so what did you do?" You suspiciously asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
"What I did, is nothing compared to your life" he said as he pulled you back to him in an embrace, tight but gentle as if he was afraid that you will disappear again.
"We'll talk about it again later, for now don't leave me alone" you mumbled.
"I don't plan for it" he replied, pulling you closer to him as much as he can.
"You know, I was in heaven for quite a long time " you said as you remember every detail of what your heaven looks like.
"Do tell me" he hummed as he stroked your hair fondly, Crowley surely missed your touch and scent more than anything, he was ready to give up his position as a king of hell or even the entire hell if possible, if it means having you back.
"My heaven was hell" you giggled, that catch the attention of the king.
"Hell?"
"I mean, my heaven was with you in hell, it was quite ironic that a room in heaven is in hell" you chuckled slightly looking up to catch the king's eyes on you.
Summary: when things turn bad and the Winchesters are not available, you knew who you got to call for help.
Sam had always said that when going on a hunt, one must always be prepared. as a hunter you always make sure that you had enough bullets or blades to fight monsters. what you didn’t prepared for is getting caught by the police.
so here you are, seating in an interrogation room, your weapons, multiple cellphones, fake IDs and credit cards laid in front of you.
“Multiple count of Homicide, trespassing, hacked cards, fake identity.... FBI, Sheriff and even animal control” the police officer said looking over your various IDs.
“is Y/N even your real name?” he continued while you remain quite, your hands bind by hand cuffs. the agent, rounded the table between you two and sat on top of it while glaring down at you.
“silent treatment huh? you know there’s no going out of this, you’ll rot in jail for all your crimes so better talk now and confess!” He intimidates, fortunately being a hunter comes in handy, especially when you’re with the Winchester.
“can I at least have a phone call?” you calmly asked, looking directly at the agent’s eyes, who clearly gritted his teeth in annoyance.
“you think getting a lawyer will help you out? we have evidence!” The agent shouted, slamming his hands on the table, but you remained calm.
“I won’t talk until I make a phone call”
in the end, you were granted a phone call. you have your phone in your hand, Deans name on the contact information but you contemplate whether to call him or not.
Sam and Dean are probably more wanted than you and getting them involved would only worsen the situation. you thought of Jody, but with the FBI already involve in your case, you would only burden her.
you were stuck, you had no one to call, you could pray to Castiel for help but the angel would surely just turn to Sam and Dean for help. however, when all hope seems lost, you remember someone, more powerful than the police and probably the FBI.
you dug out the slick black calling card hiding behind your phone case. the name Mick Davies written clearly on it. taking a deep sigh, you dialed the number, after a few rings a heavy accent voice answered.
“Hello?”
“is this Mick Davies?”
you knew contacting the British men of letters that kidnapped and tortured Sam, and Dean who repeatedly told you to stay away from is a very grave mistake, but you’re the type of person that acts now and thinks later.
The FBI agent kept you inside the interrogation room, he kept asking questions which you ignored. it was a good hour when the door opened, you expected the British man but instead a man with a bigger built in a fancy suit confidently walked in, confusing you and the agent.
“you’re not allowed in here” the agent said.
“as a matter of fact, I have every right to be in here, from now on Miss L/N’s case is mine” he said with a very familiar British accent, his eyes trialing towards you, offering you a smile.
“what?! I’ve been following her for years, you can’t just take her like that, who are you anyway?” The agent demanded, but the mysterious man remained calm as he took out his phone, dialed a number and gave it to the agent.
then the man walked towards you and took out a key for your hand cuffs.
“who are you?” you suspiciously asked as you rub your wrist.
“Arthur Ketch, British man of letters, Mick sent me” he mumbled while you took your things and stuff them all inside your jacket and making your way out of the police station following behind Ketch.
“why did you come?” you asked him as you stuffed yourself with a very expensive beef, Ketch kindly bought for you.
“I believe you needed our help to bail you out?” he commented, a very amused grin on his face as he watches you eat.
“I know I called for help but I didn’t think the British men of letters would bother help me after all the drama that happened with Sam and your lady agent” you said
“that was our mistake and we’re completely trying to compensate for it, staring with you” he said, his eyes never leaving yours for even a second, as if he was trying to read your soul or something.
“so what do you want? I know for a fact the British men of letters didn’t waste their precious resources for nothing” you start as you narrowed your eyes to him trying to savor the look of the mysterious man in front of you.
“and I know a top operative like you who only follows orders wouldn’t take me out for a dinner just to chat, so what’s the catch?” you asked raising an eye brow at him.
“first, the British men of letters is out of the picture, Mick didn’t send me I volunteered for this” he said his tone heavy with accent. there was something about him that seems to drag you towards him.
“second, I asked you for a dinner without a hidden agenda, I’m purely seating here because I want to” he continued as he take a sip of his very expensive and very difficult to pronounce beverage.
“but you do owe me one” he said as he leaned forwards the table and grinned at your fluster face.
“what do you want?” you asked
“hmmm I wonder” he amused as his eyes trail down your face down your body. realizing what he meant, you quickly cover yourself with your hands.
“screw you! touch a single strand of my hair and I’ll skin you alive!” you argued, all fondness for the so called gentlemen gone in an instant.
“don’t jump to conclusion, I’m not that kind of man” he said raising both his hands in the air, while you calm down.
“I’ll just pay you and then were good, I’ll get going, Sam and Dean’s probably worried” you said as you gather your things and prepared to leave but Ketch beat you to it.
“I don’t need your money, I want your time for my little help, a Dinner next week, same time same place, see you then” he said as he smoothly leaned down and captured you lips in a quick kiss then turned around to leave.
while you stand there dumbfounded, with a red face and quick beating heart.
It was a good hunt, people were saved and the witch was dead. You could say it went well, except Sam taking a little bit of the aftermath.
A spell hit him. Currently, the three of you dined at the nearest diner while waiting for Rowena to lift the spell.
"I'll have bacon cheeseburger " Dean ordered as he winked at the waitress.
"add some pie with that and maybe your number" Dean flirted while you and Sam shake your head in disapproval.
"how about you, what do you want?" You asked Sam, taking a sip of your water.
"I would love to have 'the sex' with you" he suddenly said, startling you causing you to spit your water to Dean and the waitress giving you guys a weird look.
"easy there big boy" Dean teased his brother after giving you the bitch face and wiping his face.
"he didn't mean it that way" you panickedly explained to the waitress, but Sam only made it worse.
"I meant it that way" he said causing you to widen you eyes.
"just shut up" you hissed, then smiled to the waitress
"he'll have salad and I'll have coffee please"
the waitress left with your orders after giving you weird looks, Dean was laughing his butt off while you and Sam kept quiet out of embarrassment and acwkardness.
"I'll call it a day, night guys" you bid good bye to the Winchesters as you make your way towards your room. However, you were stop by a weird sound followed by groans coming from Jacks room.
You rounded the corner and peak through his open door, just to see Jack repeatedly stabbing himself.
"what the actual hell are you doing?!" You called out as you burst through his door and grab the knife out of him.
You quickly throw the Knife on the sink. You were ready to get mad and scold him but your eyes soften as you took in his appearance.
His white shirt has multiple rips, covered in blood but no wounds or cuts to be found.
"I just wanted to know what he hell am I ?" Jack defeatedly said, looking down on his body.
"you don't have to stab yourself to find out what you are, if I stab myself would you be happy about it?" You softly said, fondly staring at him, despite what Dean said about him being Lucifers son, in the end of the day he was just like a kid.
"no, but why would you stab yourself? You don't understand what I'm going through" he sadly said, confuse.
"you're right, I don't know what you're going through. The least I can do is help you feel better. Come here" you called as you pulled him in for a hug, your face buried on his chest while you wrap your arms around him while he stood stiff in your arms.
"come on, wrap your arms around me" you giggled, while he did as he was told. He ackwardly put his arms around your waist seemingly enjoying it.
"what are we doing?" He innocently asked as he leaned in more towards you. Warmth spreading throughout his body.
"this is called a hug, we do this to comfort the other and sometimes express our affection" you explained while Jack took in the new information, his arms tigthing around you.
"I like it" he cheerfully said no intention of letting you go.
"I'm sure you do, everyone likes hugs. if you ever feel sad or you feel like hurting yourself again come find me and I'll give you a very tight hug alright" you said as you slightly pulled back to look up and meet his eyes.
"I will, can we stay like this for a little longer?" He asked his eyes shining with innocence and purity.
"I'm going to the ladies room" you muttered to Dean as you stand up and leave, Dean humming in response.
Currently, you and Dean were on a bar celebrating a good hunt. Nothing taste good than liquor after smashing a monsters brain apparently.
"get your hands off of me" you dangerously said to the drunk guy, groping you from behind.
This gained Dean's attention as he slammed down his glass on the wooden table and was about to beat the crap out of the jerk, when you skillfully grip the drunks arm and flip him down the ground, hard.
"I hate scums like you" you said as you dust off your hands and leave, stepping on the guy pass out on the ground.
Dean watch you in amazement as his mouth quirks into a grin upon meeting your eyes. He playfully wink at you and put both his hands in a thumbs up.
"just so you know I was coming to save you" he said as you join him on the bar again like nothing happened. Sarcastically grinning back at him.
For the last couple of weeks, you and Castiel had been going on hunts after hunts, which starts to bother Balthazar.
One time when you were packing for another hunt, the sound of fluttering wings sounded behind you.
"Cas your earl-" you said as you turn around to face the angel but stop mid sentence as it wasn't the innocent angel but the rogue angel.
"oh I'm sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. The one with a dirty trenchcoat, whose in love with you." Balthazar muttered, his eyes narrowing at you and your packed bag.
"first, it's good to see you, second Cas is not in love with me" you said chuckling and walking towards the angel.
"and third you don't have to be so jealous, his your brother right?" You said as you wrap your arms around his neck, while Balthazar averted his eyes away from you.
"trust me, I'm not jealous" he defended
"just worried that one day you'll chose him over me" he confessed as he stare down at your eyes.
"Love, you don't have to worry. I'll always choose you no matter what" you reassured him as you flash him a smile before tip toing and giving him a kiss.
Summary: Dean moves on while the reader watches him become happier.
~*~
'I love you'
That was his words, his promise, his oath. But just how long can a person forget his own words? A week? A month? A year?
For Dean Winchester he seems to easily forget just in a couple of days.
A few days ago, before Sam said yes to Lucifer, Before the supposed to be apocalypse, Dean had promise to love you until the end, no matter what happened.
"but Dean, if the apocalypse will come, if it will be our last time I want you to know I love you so much" You fondly muttered as you rest your head into his chest, while Dean stroke your hair slowly.
"I'll make sure it won't be the end and even if it is, then I'll love you until my last breath" he said a grin adorning his face.
In the end, it was easy to say words when you don't mean them.
The day of the apocalypse, the day you all dreaded, Sam said yes to Lucifer, Adam said yes to Michael, Castiel got reduce to nothing, Bobby died and Michael pulled you along with him in the pit.
Dean was devastated, his brother, his step father, His best friend and the woman he loves so deeply was all gone.
But for some reason, Bobby and Castiel returned but you didn't and neither his brother. Buried by grief and pain, Dean left the hunting life and turned to someone he never thought he will ever turn into.
Now a Few days later, you stand beside Sam across the street where the both of you can see Dean through the window, happy and content with his new normal life with Lisa and Ben.
"Don't you want to go in there?" Sam said never taking his eyes off his brother.
"I want to..." You whispered as you stare at Dean with cold eyes and a broken heart, was it that easy to forget you or did he even love you in the first place.
"...but he seems happier this way" you said as you look at him one last time and turned around to leave.
