The Girl and the Devil (Supernatural)

Chapter 5

Amondine had yet been quiet. Not saying a word about Lucifer to her brothers and in general not saying any word. The scars on her wrists had gotten more without anyone noticing it. She now was sitting in her room and hummed along to music quietly when she heard Dean calling her name from the kitchen. She quickly got up and walked towards him stopping right in front of him.

"Cas told me he's worried about you...", he started and she frowned.

"I'm fine.", she simply replied looking into his eyes. "That's it? Or are you hungry?"

"I can cook myself... Don't worry about it.", he mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, that's what I'm here for.", she told him and walked over to the fridge to get all the ingrediencies to make Pasta for them three. Dean watched her with a sigh and then sat back down in the main hall continuing his research. Unknown to them both Lucifer had been watching the whole scene and now sighed as well. He couldn't believe what he had heard her say. They loved her, didn't she see that? With his family having pushed him away he was slightly sensitive about the topic although he of course would never tell anyone. Well maybe except Amondine. Maybe he would tell her at some point. But that wasn't the topic now. He had watched her since he had left and actually felt bad for what he did. He just didn't understand it. Everyone else didn't feel hurt and most importantly he didn't watch them after leaving. Why couldn't he get his eyes off of her? Groaning he called for Elise, one of his closest demons.

"Elise. Bring me some soul. I need to have a little fun.", he commanded and the named nodded and came back moments later with a poor soul.

Amondine on the other hand had just finished cooking dinner quietly and set up the table for them before calling her brothers. She put them both decent portions on their dish while she herself ate little. The worried looks from the both were ignored and she started eating quietly.

"Amo? Did we do anything wrong?", Sam asked after she hadn't spoken a single word during the whole meal and they all were finished now.

"No. Why?", she frowned truly confused wile gathering the dishes to clean them.

"Because you don't talk to us... And you hardly eat...", Dean answered her question.

"Nothing happened worth being told and I already ate while cooking.", she lied and fake smiled at them. "I'll be in my room reading okay? Call me if you need anything."