Choice (Casifer/Lucifer!Cas x Reader)

Chapter 4 - I'm Not Giving Up On Her

-With Sam and Dean on the way to Mark and (F/N)'s House-

Sam stared out the car window for a while thinking about what just happened, furrowing his brows. 

"Do you get the feeling that Lucifer is hiding something major about (F/N)?" He broke the silence, glancing over at Dean.

"No shit, Sam. He's Lucifer. He's always hiding things. He pretended to be Cas pretty damn well," Dean retorted.

"Well, I mean, if he was just planning on getting to know (F/N), he could have said that. But he kept going on about his 'personal reasons'. I think there's something big he could gain from being with her," Sam explained his thoughts.

Dean raised his eyebrows, thinking about what Sam said. 

"Crap. We gotta find out what, then. Because it can't be good if Lucifer gains something from her." 

"Yeah..." Sam muttered. "Maybe we should find that prophet and ask her what she told him?" He suggested.

"We'll do that ASAP, Right after we talk with this Mark guy."

-2 days later at Mark and (F/N)'s house-

"Please, call me if you hear from her. It's been over 48 hours since I last heard from her. I filed a missing person's report. I can't handle this..." Mark pleaded with one of (F/N)'s girl friends. "Thanks." He hung up.

He sat back down on the couch and took a deep breath, placing his hands over his face. "Please, let her be okay. Please." 

The doorbell rung. Mark immediately sat up, running to the door. Anxiety and fear ran through his head.

He opened the door to see two men dressed in suits.

"Mark Fischbach?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah. Can I help you with something? Is this about (F/N)?" He asked shakily.

"It is," Sam confirmed. 

The brothers took out FBI badges.

"I'm Agent Ford, this is my partner Agent Hamill," Dean introduced. They put their badges back in their pockets.

Mark felt dread in his chest. "P-please, come in." He held the door open for them. 

Sam and Dean walked in. Mark gestured them to follow him to the sofas and to sit down.

"I just filed the missing persons report today... What brings the FBI into it? Do you know something?" Mark asked, tapping his foot nervously.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"We uh, we have something to show you," Sam said, pulling out his phone. He brought up the video and gave the phone to Mark.

Mark looked at him fearfully. He glanced down at the phone and the thumbnail was (F/N). He pressed play. 

Mark felt numb and paralyzed as he watched and listened to every word his girlfriend said. He felt himself start to cry and he couldn't do a thing about it. The video ended and he just sat there, tears falling down his face. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath.

Sam and Dean looked at him with empathy, guilt, and worry.

After a few moments of silence, Mark finally stopped crying and looked at them. 

"I-I'm sorry. I'm still trying to process all of this. This is insane... it doesn't feel real. You guys aren't FBI agents, are you?" Mark took a deep breath.

Sam frowned. "No, we aren't. My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean, we're hunters. And I know. We understand completely. But (F/N) is telling the truth. She's stuck in hell right now with Lucifer. We tried to get her out, believe me, we did. We were surrounded by demons. Lucifer told us to either get out or he'd kill us. We were going to stay and fight but (F/N) told us to go and show you this video. It was the least we could do after just... leaving." Sam trailed off.

Mark looked down and rested his forehead on his fists. 

"I'm not giving up on her. I know she told me to move on, but she knows I'm not going to do that, no matter what. I'm going to get her back. I don't know how, because all this paranormal shit is new to me, but I need you guys to help me. She told me to trust you, so I'm doing that. Please, I can't lose her," Mark pleaded, his voice breaking a little.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"Of course. Believe me, we want Lucifer dead like everyone else does," Dean responded. 

Mark looked at them gratefully. Sam nodded at him.

-In Hell-

Lucifer walked into the throne room to see (F/N) asleep with her head resting on the table. A glass half full of water and a full plate of food remained on the table. He frowned.

"She's really still refusing to sleep elsewhere?" Lucifer asked the guards.

"Yes, sir. We've given her food and water as per your request. She hasn't touched the food, but she's been drinking the water, somewhat," a guard responded.

"Hmph. Well, since she's still asleep, I'm going to put her in bed in my room."

The guards nodded.

Lucifer walked over to (F/N) and hesitantly yet carefully picked her up bridal style. She remained asleep, a worried expression formed on her face.

Lucifer walked through the corridors and up the stairs to his bedroom door. He snapped his finger, opening the door. He walked in and placed (F/N) in his bed. 

He draped one of his blankets over her. He stood gazing down at her as if in a trance. After a few minutes he snapped out of it as he realized he was kneeling down and stroking her hair.

He stood back up and walked to the doorway, looking back to see she was still asleep. He then left the room, locking the door behind him.

-6 hours later, 6 PM-

(F/N) outstretched her arms, feeling silky material underneath her hands. Her eyes popped open as she realized she was in a bed. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light coming from several chandeliers in the room. She looked down to see she was still in her original clothes. Good, she thought.

Her mouth and throat felt extremely dry. She glanced around to see a glass of water on the bedside table. She picked it up and sipped some of the ice cold water. 

She noticed she had a painful migraine as her head pulsed with pain, probably from not having eaten in 2 days. She was feeling too numb to eat or move from that hardwood table and chair. 

She placed her hand on her head, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. How did I get in here? She wondered.

She opened her eyes and genuinely glanced around the room. It was huge. Huge enough to be the room of someone important. The realization dawned on her.

This is Lucifer's room.