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Psh, Soulmates?! (Part Five)

Pairings/Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Sam and Dean Winchester, Castiel 

Word Count:1211

Series Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmate is a human-hating, spiteful archangel?

Part Summary: Run

A/N: Sorry it’s been such a long time with this! I’ve been slamdunked by a sudden Marvel obsession and honestly haven’t had any SPN inspo in a while. I hope you enjoy this part! Also, thanks to everyone who asked to be tagged in this series, I’m honestly so amazed by y’all. ANYWAY, enjoy!

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It was getting dark now. The sun was setting and the temperature was dropping just as fast. I ran for my goddamn life. Sure, I could stop and explain myself but that possibility had gone about half a mile ago.

I could hear the two men behind me. They were quickly catching up and yelling for me to stop but that wasn’t an option. If I stopped, who knows what could happen! Even though I was getting exhausted now, I will myself on. As far and as fast as I could. I just needed to get to a road, to find someone to help. They could take me to a police station and I could go home.

The saloon was now becoming smaller and smaller, disappearing into the fire like sky. My lungs and legs were feeling a similar way. I knew I couldn’t go on for much longer without collapsing- if I didn’t then I’d probably get eaten by something.

The Winchesters were still following. How I’d managed to keep a good distance from them I had no idea- my high school coach would be proud.

Two gunshots echoed across the valley and I stopped dead. Without even looking behind me I put my hands up.

“Okay, Okay!” I shouted. I was shaking, my adrenaline skyrocketing with that added fear of death heightened to the max. My chest was heaving and my vision was going blurry as the rest of me finally caught up. I collapsed to my knees as Sam and Dean approached, still keeping my hands on my head.

Dean grabbed my hands harshly, locking them into silver handcuffs- the teeth of which sharply cut into my skin. Neither of the brothers said much as they walked me back, but from the stone cold looks on both their faces, I could tell they meant business. Tears streamed down my sweaty cheeks some relief that I wasn’t dead yet and partly because this was possibly worse.

Dean pushed me into the back of the car, went back into the saloon to get my jacket and the slip of paper I had before then we were off. The black car roared into life, kicking up dust as we joined the road. I shuffled into a corner, pulled my knees up to my chest, curling myself up as small as possible and cried- my occasional quiet sob being the only thing to break the silence.

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Four hours had passed. I’d been blindfolded when the Winchesters stopped for gas. That was about an hour ago, maybe, and I was no longer in that car.

Now, I was sat on a very uncomfortable wooden car in a dark room with my hands clipped to a metal ring on a wooden table. Maybe they were really murderers, like those weird sex cult ones you hear about. Oh god, I was going to die!

Sam and Dean appeared in the doorway, blocking the light from outside casting ominous silhouettes in my direction. I tried to rack my brains for anything Lucifer had said about them, anything that could help me just get out of these handcuffs! Though it was no use. Even if I did get out of here alive I had no way of going home. I couldn’t contact Lucifer- my phone had been crushed back in Hell (a sentence I’d never thought I’d say) I was trapped in a waking nightmare, cold and alone with the Winchesters.

“I’m not a criminal,” I spoke up, my voice still hoarse from my crying earlier.

“Never said you were,” Sam said bluntly.

“Then why am I handcuffed to a table!” I exclaimed, rattling the metal in frustration.

“Precautions,” Sam shrugged.

“Precautions?”

“You woke up in a field, with our name in your pocket and all you can remember is your name and how demon possession works. We don’t know who you are or what you are rather,” Dean continued, “You could be anyone,”

“I don’t know how it works I just-” I started to try and explain myself but I knew by the two men’s looks they already did not care. “Yeah, I’ll shut up now,” I slunk back down, knowing I’d overstepped yet again.

“I’m calling Cas, this is too weird,” Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“What? Why?” Dean turned to face his brother now.

“That thing is written in blood, Dean!” Sam exclaimed motioning to the slip of paper in his hands.

“And?”

“It’s gross! Whoever this girl is, she knows who we are. Or she knows someone who knows who we are. And whenever have notes written in blood been good?”

“We don’t need Cas, Sam,”

“Who’s Cas?” I asked, amused by their bickering.

“None of your business,”

“Our friend,” The two brothers said at the same time.

“Dean!”

“Sam, come on this is pretty obvious, the girl’s been possessed and whatever did it knows who we are and wanted to freak us out a little. Look at her Sammy, she’s not exactly dangerous,”

“I don’t trust her,”

“I am right here!”

“Just shut up, you,” Dean scolded.

“Why don’t you?” I fought back, “I’m not dangerous, just lost!”

“Exactly. We can just send her on the next bus back to Wyoming and we don’t have to worry about it. Besides we’re meant to be finding Lucifer. Not questioning random girls in our basement,” Dean explained. My heart almost stopped as they said his name. They were hunting Lucifer?

“I’m calling Cas,” Sam decided, quickly turning and leaving. Dean quickly followed, muttering to himself as he did. He shut the lights off and I was left alone again.

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t escape. What if this Cas person was worse than the Winchesters? Whoever they were I was not looking forward to meeting them. If I was a real hunter I would have found a way out by now. If I hadn’t gone along with that stupid dare then I’d never be in this mess in the first place. A while passed, it felt like forever but it was probably no less than an hour. The lights came back on and Sam and Dean walked in, only this time with another person behind. This man was shorter than the Winchesters, though still tall, had dark hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a suit with the tie done up backwards and a beige trench coat. He was serious looking and walked with purpose. This had to be Cas. I gulped and sat up straighter when they entered.

“Cas this is-”

“Y/n,” Cas said slowly, looking at me nervously. He stepped back as if he was afraid of me, looking directly at me, into my eyes. It felt like he was looking directly into my soul. I shifted uncomfortably as no one said a word. The fact that this man knew my name made my head spin. Why did he know me? How did he know me? And why the hell was he scared of me?

“Cas? You alright?” Dean asked. This was obviously not usual behaviour for Cas. I looked down in my lap as Sam shot a sharp glare at me as if I was the one causing the issue. 

“I’ve got to leave,” Cas said, quickly removing his gaze from me. I gasped as he disappeared into thin air. That was not a man! My heart rate increased further as more and more panic, confusion and stress began to build.

“Cas, what th-” Dean began but he had already gone. Dean turned to me, frown set and jaw locked. “You’re going to talk. Now!”

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I´ll do anything for you.

This request was from @ponihullurakas. So heyy! I thought I would give you a kick start with writing and this account so a request! So a story of reader x Lucifer Where the reader is in the cage and Lucifer is obsessed of saving her and when he gets her out they just are obsessed over each other? Fluff and flirt pls! And then ofc some bad guys trying to stop Luci from breaking the seals and some backstory of why reader is caged! :3

LuciferXReader

Alright so the reader is an fallen angel who don´t remember anything but she and Lucifer was close and he still thinks about her everyday. Lucifer made her fall because he thought she wouldn´t be able to be caged in hell if she was human but he was wrong and now he´s planning on setting her free.

I hope this one is okay. Sorry if it didn´t turn out how you planned.

Readers Pov.

2 years. It´s been 2 frickin´ years since I got here. I can still remember everything that happened on that day. Somehow the ground beneath me disappeared and I got stuck in a cage in hell. I still don´t know why but I guess I must have done something wrong I can´t remember, but still you would think they owed you some sort of explanation but no. I´m all alone here and it´s starting to drive me crazy.

Lucifers Pov.

I can´t stop thinking about Y/N. I really thought she wouldn´t be able to get caught once she was human and that was 2 years ago. I´m almost done figuring out how to get her out. I have to get her out soon or I might get crazy.

~A couple of days later~

Lucifers Pov.

I´m so close to succeed but my brothers and sisters are trying to stop me. They simply don´t understand why I need to break those seals. Right now I´m trying to break the last seal, killing Lilith ain´t easy but I managed to do so.

According to the lore someone has to grip the caged person to get them out. I can see Y/N looking up at me with her E/C eyes. I stretch my hand towards her and she´s about to grab it when someone yanks me back. I land on the ground with one of my brothers trying to push an angel blade through me. I quickly start to fight back. I was so close to saving her. All the anger helps me get my brother of me and I quickly stab himself with the angel blade he tried to use on me. I pant for air and walks back to where I almost held Y/N´s hand. She looks at me again with hope in her eyes and I try to reach her again. She slowly reaches towards my hand and I feel her soft hand in mine. I quickly begin to lift her up from the hole. As soon as she´s up the hole closes. We both breath heavily and I look over at her.

Readers Pov.

I look at the man who just saved me from that terrible cage. Somehow he seems familiar but I can´t place his face. I keep on looking at him and all of a sudden my mouth opens and I say.

“I assume you´re my knight in shining armor.” I giggle slightly at my comment but he doesn´t seem weirded out by it instead he nod and say. “Then you must be my princess... Y/N.” He says my name gently as if he´s afraid It´ll scare me away. But just as he says it everything comes back to me and what this man did to keep me safe. “L-Luci?” I say carefully. His eyes lit up when I called him by the nickname I always used to call him. He smiles and we both hug each other hard. I breath in his sent and soon we release the hug and look at each other. We look into each others eyes and without knowing we inch closer until our lips lock in a slow, sweet and loving kiss filled with emotions that been held inside for so long without really knowing it.

~10 years later~

Y/N and Lucifer is standing on their porch watching their kid lovingly when he plays in the yard. Lucifer hugs Y/N´s side and puts an hand on her swollen belly. They look at each other just as they did 10 years ago and shares another kiss in the sunlight.

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The devil isn't real, the devil isn't real

Imagine Lucifer breaking into a mental ward to break you out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lucifer walked through the French doors and looked around “y/n”; he yelled waiting for a response. None came so he began to look around the three story building He found her in a bathroom. Before Lucifer could speak she began chanting something into the mirror. “The devil isn’t real. The devil isn’t t real.” She chanted over and over again. Lucifer tisked and y/n looked at the man in the mirror. “No, No, No.” she whined as she back up against the wall afraid for her life, she didn’t want to go see doctor (someone you hate) again. His/her methods where unorthodox. “Y/n its alright, I’m here now.” He said pulling her into his arms and bringing her down to his car. “It’s alright, love the devils real and I’m here now.”

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