Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Meeting- Lucifer

Requested (kind of) by: DIVERGENTLIFE4evah

Based off of -.-You're an angel-.- in my last SPN imagines and preferences book. Set around season 5.

As an angel in Castiel's garrison and a friend of the Winchesters, your leader had assigned you to be on watch for Lucifer. He would watch over Sam and Dean and you would relay the location and actions of the fallen archangel. Simple enough.

Keeping an eye on Lucifer was easier said than done, however. You did your own sort of research looking for the fallen archangel; You followed every storm and every demon. Being a 'emotionless' warrior you had no problem torturing Lucifer's pawns to get locations. After a month, you can received the smallest bit of information, but it was enough. You had found the devil.

With your new-found information, you flew to Bobby Singer's house. Papers scattered at your entrance, which alerted both of the Winchesters.

"I have Lucifer's location," you said. Castiel entered the house, sending the papers that Bobby was trying to recollect askew.

"Y/n," he greeted.

"Cas-"

"Skip the formalities," Dean grumbled. "Where is Lucifer?"

You bristled. You said you were friends with the Winchesters, but really that meant that you would be nice until they screwed everything up. The 'big' plan of saying them saying yes to be vessels to Micheal and Lucifer was overrated, in your opinion so you would listen to them only until a false movement was made, then you would personally kill them no matter what Castiel said.

"He's in Detroit," you spat. You didn't stay long, instead you flew back to Detroit to do your duty and keep an eye on the archangel.

A few days passed with not a lot of activity. You stood beneath a dying tree surveying each building. You were patiently waiting for something worthy of a report to Castiel but instead he called for you on 'angel radio.' You tried to fly out but something kept you grounded.

"Y/n," a new voice said, smooth as silk. You froze, turning slowly. You met the gaze of Lucifer, it was such a gaze that made you want to cower, but you held your head high. "I was told by my demons that you were in town."

You raised an eyebrow, showing defiance. Lucifer continued, "Might I add, you are far more attractive than I expected."

Caught off guard by his flirtatious words, your mouth dropped open. You closed your mouth and sealed your lips.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Lucifer whined.

You frowned, reminding yourself that the archangel standing in front of you was a villain. His vessel was tattered. If you could stall him, maybe he would run out of time... That being said, he was still very powerful and could kill you with a snap of his fingers.

"Maybe just a few words," you said slowly. "What brings you here to Detroit?"

"A little bit of this, a little bit of that. You," he pointed, "what are you doing here? I assume you're buddy-buddy with the Winchesters and my dear friend, Castiel. Tell him I say hi."

"You're not going to kill me?"

"No." Lucifer shrugged. "Why would I kill a pretty thing like you?" His remaining feathers twitched, a loose one drifted to the ground. It was ripped and dirty, of course, but the pink color still showed. "Like me, you're unique. I believe we can benefit off of each other."

"You're going to flatter me and then use me, how sweet," you remarked. You stepped back, your heels hit the roots of the tree.

"Isn't that why you're here? Castiel is using you without listening to your opinions. You hate the Winchesters, specifically Dean. I understand that. And unlike the people who think they are fighting for free will and giving you none, I will let you do whatever you want as long you give me Sam Winchester."

You smiled. "And what will you say to make me think that you won't kill me once you're done?"

"Like I said before, 'why would I kill a pretty thing like you?'"

Your gaze hardened against his icy blue stare. Lucifer took a step forwards, closing the gap between you. His head dipped so you could feel his breath against your neck as he brought his lips up next to your ear. You shivered.

"What do you say, dear Y/n?"