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Lucifer X Death X Lonely! Reader[Aries](SPN)- They're Cool

(Surprise? I'm not dead, and I actually have a thing to write. I was scrolling through my old Facebook posts, and my friend tags me in a shit-load of SPN stuff. Y'all probably know what I'm talking about. This is most likely a platonic relationship because I see Death and Lucifer  as a neutral characters, and a relatable ones too.)

"Looking for two roommates willing to split rent. You get your own bathroom and closet. Anyone one is able to apply." I looked at the post I had recently put up on my renter's forum. It seemed a bit desperate, but to be entirely honest with myself, I was. Paying the mortgage on my house was a nightmare, but I didn't want to lose it since was passed down from my now deceased grandmother.

Usually a pair of college students or people moving from other states would come and stay for a while, but they would be driven out by the spirit of her. I could see her obviously but she never tells me why she can't move on, which makes it difficult to have stable residents who can tolerate a spirit that tends to stroke their heads when seen by her. It was startling at first, but now I find it to be a form of comfort, knowing that she hasn't changed since her lost battle with Parkinson's Disease.

"Eat something Aries. You look as thin as Ender did when he passed on." My grandmother's echoed voice chided, a cold breeze coming up and moving my hair. My grandfather had cancer in his liver and kidneys, forcing his to go under dialysis constantly which made him lose a bunch of weight. He was nothing but skin and bones when he died, but unlike his wife, he moved on to whatever death had in store for him.

"Taxes are coming next month, I can't spend anymore money, Gran. I'll be fine, I promise." My stomach was quick to disagree with me with its howling emptiness making itself known. I couldn't go to my old high school or college friends, most of them live out of town and I had sold my car to save the house as well as pay for my tuition. The church across the highway wasn't going to give me any sympathy since my claim of Lucifer's innocence was an clear sign of Satanic worship.

"At least you aren't like your father. Always getting into trouble and spending money he never had." With that, Gran floated off, probably to her old room which was my bedroom now. What she said was true and was partially why I had such trouble with paying things off. My father's debt was so deep in the hole that we couldn't hold a funeral for him, let alone pay for his headstone. I was only seven when he died from a drug overdose, my mother passing on due to birth complications when I was born. I was raised by my grandparents who were ex-hippies back in the day, they weren't radically religious or closed minded stuck-ups like some grandparents my friends had.

"Can I just have some roommates that can help me? Anyone will do, even the grim reaper would be fine. As long as I can keep this house." I prayed out-loud, not caring who or what I was praying to. Praying was a real last resort when it came to asking for things, even if the church deemed me a devil worshipper. Silence was my expected answer, not a pair of voices startling me from the front door. The voices were both male, from what I could hear as I approached the door.

"C'mon, I heard them first! Besides my vessel has actual money." One voice argued, it sounded younger than the other one who sounded like he was centuries old. I opened the door to see what the men looked like, only for shock to freeze me in place. The younger man had wings sprouting from his back! They were damaged as hell, but were huge non the less. The older gentleman was shrouded in a black fog, a skull shadowing over his face.

"Who are you? A-are you two here for the r-rooms?" I managed to stutter out, the two men turning their attention to me when forced and fake smiles. I could feel Gran come up behind me and start to play with my hair, knowing that I was on the verge of a panic attack. I invited the two men inside while staring in wonder as to how the hell the young man's wings could fit in the house.

"I can tell you're nervous, but don't be. We're not her to reap or kill you, we only want a safe place to stay. You have made yourself a lovely candidate with your home and location." The old man spoke calmly, having sensed my uneasiness. The younger man sat on one of the stools in the house's connected kitchen, a small confused look on his face when he opened the fridge to find it empty. Then again he was sitting down and opened the fridge with what I deemed telekinesis while the old man sat in my grandpa's recliner. I stood in by the front door, not knowing what the hell to say or do because Lucifer and Death have come to... Live in my house?

"With everything that has been going on in heaven, hell, purgatory, and earth. We needed to get away from the drama and hide out somewhere for a good while. Maybe a decade or a century at the most and you, my friendly mortal. Have opened that opportunity to us." The young man had introduced himself a Lucifer while the old man was Death himself. The two of them had been pronounced dead and missing to their world and wanted it to stay that way until their reappearance was announced necessary to the fate of humanity. A bit selfish if I say so myself, but understandable to my own issues with my hometown and the distain they hold against my family's history.

"They seem like responsible gentlemen, I like the younger one. Feisty, like Ender was back in the day. Oh! What a stud he was!" My Gran laughed whole-heartedly while patting the fallen angel's shoulder. Neither of the men seemed bothered by Gran's flickering form, her constant phasing between a TV glitch and lowering of the opacity in Photoshop. This was going to be an interesting experience.

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"Aries, have you seen my cane? That brat has done away with it again." It had been about three months since the fallen angel Lucifer and Death had moved into my house. Since then, they have both proven to be similar to regular people. Only differences were Death's love of junk food and Chicago-style pizza and Lucifer occasionally coming home with blood on him. Of course my Gran would fuss and scold him if he got any of it on anything while I would grab a wet dishrag and pull him over to the sink to clean him off.

"It's right here, he wanted me to hide it but I need to head to store. I'll be back soon." I shrugged on my sweater grabbed my keys and wallet while heading out the door. The fall season brought cold breezes that made my sinuses swell up and be painful as all hell. I grabbed my bike and made my way to the store across town, a familiar looking car that Lucifer told me to stay away from the owners of. Winchester boys, hunters that wanted him back in the box he had been sealed in for millennia.

"All I need is some sinuses relief, some apples for Luc, and more potato chip for the other one. Shouldn't be too hard." I still didn't get why the two didn't just snap all the things they want into the house, but it had to come from somewhere I guess. I went and grabbed everything I needed and managed through the small talk.

"You know Aries, you should talk to those two men over there. They're looking for things out of the ordinary, maybe they can fix your house." I furrowed my eyebrows to glare at the woman behind the counter. There was nothing wrong with my house and I was completely content with having my Gran around.

"There is nothing wrong with my house. Stay the hell out of my business, ya nosy son of a bitch." I snarled, my mood from earlier ruined so quickly by the woman's suggestion. I hopped on my bike and sped home, slamming the door shut when I walked in. It gained the attention of all my house mates as they gathered in the kitchen.

"Do I need to kill someone? I will if you need me too." Lucifer offered while taking the seat unoccupied by Death. Gran stroking my back as I massaged my swollen sinuses when frustration. I grumbled out what happened at the store while trying to hold back the pathetic tears that threatened to spill over. I didn't even get why it affected me so much, but either way comfort food and a sudden thunder storm appeared to sooth my nerves while Rocky Horror Picture Show played on the TV.

"Thanks guys, I don't know what I would do without you two." I sniffled as Death calmly shoveled fries into his month, a noise of acknowledgment coming from him as his eyes were transfixed to the screen. Lucifer had snapped some blankets from upstairs and we all had two wrapping us up like three coach potatoes. All was good and the Winchesters left town without bothering me and my house.

(Can I have those two as housemates? Aside from the fact that Death doesn't like Lucifer that much, at all really. Thanks for being patient with me, I can't believe this trash-book has reached 1.26k views!)