Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

LuCiFEr, nO.

When you woke up, Castiel was gone. A red rose and a white tulip was lying crisscrossed on a note. (Y/n), the Winchester's are going to take you to their home, a bunker, they call it. It will be safe. Meet them at the hotel you first went to and I will be there. Pray to me if you require me in anyway. I enjoyed last night. Perhaps again? --Castiel   You smiled at his dorkiness and got dressed. There was no question about where you wanted to go. Either boring life at the diner or saving the world with three of your heros. Yeah, no competition.

In a few hours, you had packed the few things you needed. One of your brother's old shirts, pictures, clothes, bath stuff, excetra. You jotted down a quick note, pretending it was suicide of the bridge. That way, no one would come looking for you. You hated leaving them like this, but it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. "This is what people do, right? Leave a note? Goodbye, John," you finished off, hoping the humor would leave an imprint in their mind. Smiling lightly, you tucked it under the blanket you were leaving behind, got in your car, and left for the motel.

True to his word, the Winchester's were there packing up the Impala like you'd seen the do a thousand times before. You kissed the top of the car goodbye, got out and began your way to them. "Sam! Dean!" you called. They both turned and flashed you a smile. You nearly swooned, but you caught yourself first. You threw your bag in next to their cooler, then poked them both in the chest. "What was that for?" asked Sam. "Just making sure this wasn't the greatest-slash-scariest dream ever. Would've been sad if my hand had just gone through you both. Or worse, just one of you," you said, shuddering at the thought. Dean chuckled and you heard a flap of wings. Turning around, you almost threw up. "No way."

He was taller than you would've thought. But his hair was just as blond, his eyes just as blue, his aura just as menacing. "Holy mother of God," you muttered. "Nope, try favorite son," he responded. Lucifer. Neither of the Winchester's had looked up yet. "Sammy?" you squeaked. He looked up and flinched at the sight. You heard Dean cock his gun and order you to do something, but you were in a trance. "So... Cas, huh? I must say, you're so out of his league. But I'm not here just to pop in and say hello, Dad wants me to tell you that you have a chance at beating Amara. Can I borrow you? I can promise I'll be nice, just not that I'll be gentle," he said with a saucy wink. Sam grabbed you by the arm and pulled you behind him, keeping you there with one arm. You peered out from behind him. "Amara... She's the Darkness? Are you kidding me? And it's a 'she'? It's and 'it'?" you questioned. You shot Dean a glare, knowing what he had been through with the connection from Tumblr, but that's all. "Come on, boys, let's share!" Lucifer whined. "Over my dead body are you going to lay one finger on (Y/n). She's mi--ours now. Leave," demanded Sam. His hand was open and so close. You grabbed it tightly, frowning slightly when he tensed and smiling when he squeezed back. You knew what Lucifer was capable of, you just didn't want to find out on a personal level.

"You know, that can be arranged," smirked Lucifer, prepping his fingers to snap. "No, stop!" you screamed. You moved around Sam, still holding tightly, and looked him dead in the eye. "You're still an angel, fallen, but still an angel. I know your story, I feel sorry for you, I wish God hadn't treated you so harshly for being loyal. Under all that, you're still an angel. So I wonder what happens when I do this," you said as you lifted your shirt and slapped your hand on the banishing sigil you'd carved on top of the matching scar. He held up his hands, then vanished. Another flap of wings and you spun around to meet Castiel's bright blue eyes that glowed with his grace. You let go of Sam's hand and hugged him. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked when you pulled away. "Because I knew it would work. He's back in The Cage, at least for now. Heaven is locked for him, but he has to go somewhere. I worked it out years ago when I first started watching the show," you explained. He lifted your shirt with one hand and went to touch the bleeding cut, but you stopped him. "No, don't. I always mess up the corner 'z'. I'll be okay, Cassiel," you assured him. "Okay, so Satan wants you and now you and Cas are actual together?" asked Dean from nowhere. You smiled and nodded. "I think so?"

You slid into the Impala and frowned when Cas told you he had business to attend to in Heaven, so he would meet you at the Bunker. You knew he'd keep his deal, but you wanted someone to lean on and sleep. The sigil made you so tired, like you hadn't slept in months. You yawned and agreed, closing your eyes. Moments before you drifted to sleep, you heard the boys playing Rock Paper Scissors. "Dean for the scissors," you mumbled. Dean laughed and made a weak cry of victory, telling you he'd won at last. A door opened, shut, and another one opened, then shut. There was a dip in the seat, so you opened one eye to see Sam sitting in the back next to you. "Cas said you wanted someone to sleep on. I lost," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He opened one arm slowly and you looked at him before scooting over and resting your head on his broad shoulder. He moved your head to take off his giant flannel, which he draped across your legs before putting his arm back behind you. "If this is awkward for you, you can move," he whispered into your ear. "No, I'm just tired and thankful for the offer. You're a good pillow," you complimented. You closed your eyes again and barely heard Dean start the car before you fell asleep for good this time.

Sam made such a good pillow, you slept even better than the night before with Cas.