You sat on the edge of your bed in the bunker, staring blankly at the wall. The shadows felt heavier since Michael had invaded your soul, his presence a constant reminder of the battle raging within. You had fought to maintain control, but the struggle was exhausting, and you knew you needed help. The only person capable of confronting an archangel was Lucifer, and the thought terrified you.
Taking a deep breath, you decided you had no choice. You summoned the devil, willing yourself to push through the fear. The air shimmered, and Lucifer appeared, his charm radiating even in the dim light of the bunker.
"Y/N, my dear," he greeted, a teasing smile on his lips. "What brings you to me? Surely you're not here to ask for a dance."
"Lucifer," you said, cutting to the chase. "I need your help. Michael is inside me, and I can't handle it anymore. I need you to expel him."
His expression shifted, amusement replaced by genuine concern. "You think I'll just jump in to help you? You're playing with forces far beyond your comprehension."
"I don't care! I'll do anything—whatever it takes to get him out of me," you pleaded, desperation clawing at your throat.
Lucifer crossed his arms, considering your words. "Anything? That's a dangerous promise, Y/N. You know what I want in return."
"I don't care about the price! Just help me!" you urged, feeling the pressure of Michael's influence.
Lucifer shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't. This isn't a simple matter of expulsion. You've invited him in. You need to confront him yourself."
You felt the weight of his denial crashing down on you. "So you're just going to leave me here to struggle? You know what he can do to me!"
"I'm not your babysitter, Y/N," Lucifer replied, his voice firm. "If you truly want him gone, you'll have to find the strength within yourself. I can't intervene."
Frustrated and defeated, you turned away from him. "Fine. I'll figure it out myself."
With a heavy heart, you returned to your brothers, Sam and Dean, who were completely unaware of the battle raging inside you. They welcomed you back with their usual banter, their laughter a welcome distraction from the chaos within you.
Later that evening, as you three sit together in the bunker's library, your mind was racing. You needed to find a way to expel Michael without Lucifer's help, but nothing seemed to work. The brothers noticed your distraction.
"Y/N, you okay?" Dean asked, concern etched on his face.
"Yeah, just tired," you lied, forcing a smile.
As night fell, the atmosphere in the bunker shifted. A chill ran through the air, and suddenly, Lucifer materialized in front of them, his presence overwhelming. Sam and Dean jumped to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves between Lucifer and you.
"What do you want?" Dean demanded, fists clenched.
"I'm here to help you," Lucifer replied, his tone almost playful. "No need for hostility. We're all friends here, right?"
"Stay away from her!" Sam warned, eyes narrowed.
You felt the urge to explain, but fear gripped you. "Wait. Let him speak."
Lucifer's gaze locked onto yours, a flicker of something deeper passing between them. "I've reconsidered my earlier stance. I can help you, but you must accept the consequences of that choice."
"What do you mean?" Dean interjected, still wary.
You took a deep breath, feeling the pressure build within you. "Lucifer is offering to help me expel Michael. I—I want to take that chance."
