Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<lucifers soft spot> (lucifer x reader)

*tw: domestic violence, child abuse, alcoholism*
Summary: After your close friend, Crowley, entrusts you with watching over the devil himself, things take a turn for the worst. Or, for the better.

You and the boys had been close for years. You met the brothers through Bobby, who had practically adopted you just as he had the boys. Your parents were terrible, or, your father was. He drank, a lot. And he wasn't a happy drunk. When you were a kid you learned how to prepare when he came home. After a few years of observing him, getting wailed on when your mother smartened up and hid or went out, you learned how to live in this hell of a home. When your dad came back from work, you would go outside and ride your bike to the park, and normally when you got back he'd be passed out on the couch, the dinner table, or in bed if he managed to stumble up the stairs. Your mother was the one who knew Bobby, she was a retired hunter. She seemed to prefer the hunting life, but after marrying, her husband and your father forced her to stay home. Whenever you were the one getting the brunt of your fathers anger, your mom stood in the other room and cried. She'd scream and throw things at your father but it never seemed to help. After he quit and went back to the tv to drink, she held you and cradled you in her arms. She always apologized, told you that this wasn't the life she wanted for you.
Sometimes your mom brought you out with her, half of the time it was with Bobby. Other times she would call him to bring you to the park or to play ball. You never knew but this was because she knew better then you had, and she kept track of your fathers worst outbursts, and would call Bobby to take you away before he lashed out. You mother always kept what happened at home hush hush, even with Bobby, but he still knew what was happening. He just didn't know the severity of it.
One time, while you were at home, your father busted through the door while you and your mother were making dinner. He rushed into the kitchen, and grabbed your mother by her hair.
"Get off of her!" You screamed.
Your father ignored you, and dragged your flailing mother around the house, pounding on her relentlessly. You threw your fists at him, which you had never done before. He threw your mother to the ground and turned to you. He swung, but you managed to duck before he got you. You brought your hand up against his nose, bringing it further up, grimacing as the bones crunched under your hand. He yelled and fell back, but regained his footing and rushed you. He tackled you, tumbling into the kitchen. Pinning you under him, he threw his fists at you. Blood flooded into your eyes, and your eye lids felt like iron. Just as you were about to slip off, your mother swung a pan over his head. He rolled and collapsed at your side.
You smiled at your mom, the gashes on your face leaking into your hair and eyes, and onto the floor, "you full on Rapunzeled that motherfucker." You grinned. Your mom called Bobby and he picked you both up. Ever since, you've been living with Bobby, your mom got divorced, and moved away. You called her regularly, and you respected her decision to get the hell out of dodge. You've healed a lot from the years you spent in the living hell that was your childhood. You met the boys, who were around the same age as you when you moved in with Bobby. Since then, you've been close to the boys. You kept what happened in your childhood a secret.

Years later, you learned from Sam and Crowley and Rowena that Lucifer was out of the cage. This, of course, was terrible news. But apparently Crowley had him under control. Despite being close with the boys, you were also close with Crowley. Which they didn't really like. They constantly reminded you of what he's done, and who he was, but you couldn't help but become attached to those types of people. The types of people who resembled your father. It was terrible, and you knew that was the reason, but you couldn't help yourself. Crowley called on you when you were at the bunker.
You looked up from your laptop at the knock on your door. You blink, normally the boys yelled before they came in, or just busted in. You placed your laptop on the nightstand and slid the covers off. You slipped into a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Cautiously walking to the door, you twisted the doorknob and flung it open. You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.
"What is it Crowley?" You chuckled.
"I have something very interesting to show you." He grinned eagerly.
You quirked a brow. Why was he so excited?
"Ok, wait there and I'll get some of my things and get geared up."
"Love, you don't have to 'gear up'-"
"With you, Crowley, I can never be to careful." You groaned. He looked hurt, but he shrugged it off and walked down the hall.