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"(Y/N)" Lucifer's eyes stay on mine as he walks over, and grabs my phone for me. When handing it back, our fingers touch, sending a spark radiating through my whole body. A smile takes over me as I thank him. "You called?" He asked snapping me out of my weird trance. Sam Speaks. "Yeah, there have been a couple killings a few towns over and we can't figure out what is doing it." Lucifer turns to look at me, before making his way over to Sam. Looking at the books he says nothing, he just reads in silence. Sitting next to him, I also resume reading. Reaching for a book on the other side of me, he brushes against me. "Sorry babe." Winking at me as he pulls back. Blood rushes to my face, as the rest of the boys stare at me. Sam looks amused, Dean looks disgusted, but Crowley looks pissed. Standing up abruptly everyone looks to him. "I'm going to make some tea, assuming you low lives have proper equipment." His eyes slide between Dean and Sam. Dean grunts and shakes his head, but Sam says yes, and leads him to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Crowley and Sam are back, and Crowley places a steaming mug of green tea in front of me. Tilting my head back I smile. "Green tea, my favorite. How did you know?" He smiles down at me. "You just seemed kind of stressed, and Green tea is supposed to help with that." He says nonchalantly. He places his hand on my shoulders and starts to message me, causing Lucifer's head to snap in our direction. I feel the blood rush to my face. I must be as red as a tomato. It feels amazing; I had no idea how tense I actually was, but I also feel awkward due to the company we have. I don't know if I should shrug his hands off, or if that would make it worse. Before I have to make a decision, Lucifer is yanking Crowley off me.
The boys and I spin around, bracing our selves for the fight that will no doubt ensue. "Who do you think you are placing your hands on her." Lucifer's eyes look menacing, reminding me he is Satan himself. "Maybe she likes it." Crowley shrugs in indifference, but you could feel the anger start to radiate off him. "Ha, why would she like to be touch by nothing more than my bitch boy." Lucifer smirks. "I am the King of Hell! Where have you been? Oh yeah, locked in cage for eternity!" They start to move closer to each other. Sam and Dean get up, grabbing weapons, even though they would do almost no good against the two of them. Moving between them, I place my hands on their chests. "Enough! I asked you two here to help us, not cause more problems." They both start to blame the other one, the way children do. I shove them in opposite directions, letting go of their shirts. "Lets get one thing straight. I am not some fucking trophy. I will like who I like, when I like them." I turn now to face Crowley. "I truly appreciate you trying to help me. The message was a little weird, but I'm over it." Turning on my heel I now face Lucifer. "And you. I really appreciate you defending me. And helping with the research. But I can speak for my self." Taking a breath I step back so I could see both of them. "Again I appreciate you guys coming to help, I really do. But if you cant get along, and work PEACEFULLY with each other, you need to leave." Both boys bend their head, mumbling sorry under their breath. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to each other." Like watching a pair of small children, they turn to each other and say sorry, without looking up. The rest of the hunt goes as planned. Lucifer and Crowley don't say anything to each other. We figure out what the monster is, and we kill it with almost no issues. I mean we have the king of hell and even Lucifer himself on our side. That night though, when I was trying to sleep, the incident between Crowley and Lucifer played in my head. They clearly both like me, and I like them. I wonder if I had to choose between them, who I would choose.
