Pain (Lucifer x Reader)

Chapter 1

Staring in the window to Sam's room in the hospital, I started to think to myself. I owe everything to Sam and Dean, they saved my life countless times, they protected me and made me feel safe. I just couldn't watch Sam like this, after spending years in the cage with Lucifer it decreased his mental state. Causing him to fall victim of insomnia. I hated the thought of Sam suffering and I could do nothing about it.

When I arrive at Bobby's old cabin finding Deans skulking in a chair in front of the television with an empty beer bottle in his hand. Everyone deals with misery differently. I decided I couldn't just sit around and do nothing so I picked up every book Bobby had that sounded even remotely like Sam's case. when I finished I was left with piles of books littering the kitchen table. I refused to sleep determine to find a way to save Sam.

"Fuck Yeah!" I screamed in excitement.

"Jesus Christ Y/n!" Dean jumped up out of his chair with his fingers resting on the trigger of a gun.

"Sorry" I said sympathetically.

"What are you 'Fuck yeah' ing about anyway?"

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry about it." I tried to say convincingly but miserably failed. Dean was obviously not in the mood for my shit anyways so he just shrugged it off.

 What I was so excited about was what I had found. In an old ancient ritual book torn at the seems. It said that people of the desert created a spell that would transfer the pain of traumatize warriors on to enemies as a form of torture and relief for the warriors of battle. It wasn't much but it was all that I had.

"I'll be back." I said while picking up my car keys and leather jacket and ingredients I needed and shoving them into my bag. Dean mumbled something under his breath as I rushed out of the door.

The heavy weight in my stomach disappeared. I'm going to save Sam.

Once I arrived at the hospital I ran inside. No one was at the front desk so I ran and ran till I found Sam's room. Through the window, he was staring off in the distance. He looked so defeated, it broke my heart to see him like this. I tried opening the door but it was locked.

"Excuse me ma'am, but visiting hours are over." a nurse said to me as she walked down the dark hallway.

This isn't good. Sammy only has a couple of hours left until his body completely shuts down. I need him now. I mumbled curses under my breath knowing what I had to do. My fist landed straight on her jaw knocking her out cold. "I'm so sorry" I said to her unconscious body.

I was still face with another problem, the door was locked. Stepping back I took a deep breath and kicked down the door. Sam barely flinched. pulling out the ingredients and a golden bowl, I mashed up the herbs and a lamb heart and a bunch of other random stuff that I was shocked Bobby had. Next I brought a silver blade to my palm dragging it across. The bowl went up in flames and instantly Sam fell asleep. I pulled him up dragging him out of the room and into my car. Driving him to Bobby's cabin.

"What the fuck!" Dean yelled as soon as I stumbled in with Sam's arm draped around my shoulder, crumpling underneath his weight.

"Don't just stand there, help me!" I yelled back.

Once Sam was laying on the couch Dean hissed "Are you going to explain to me why I just got a call from the hospital saying Sam's missing! And why a nurse is laying unconscious outside of the broken door to his room!"

Suddenly a flap of wings were heard. It was Castiel.

"Dean I got your call what seems to be the problem"

"Why don't you ask Y/n over here?" Dean said pointing at thumb at me.

"Listen, I had to knock out the nurse otherwise she would've called the police. I found a way to save Sam. He's all better now. He's just catching up on his sleep." I said holding my hands in the air to further show I was innocent.

"I don't understand that is humanly impossible to get rid of all that mental trauma" Castiel stated.

"Well I did, so let's just forget about this, I'm tired." I tried changing the subject knowing if Dean found out about what I'd done he would have my head on a silver plater. I quickly walked to my room, avoiding further questions.

As I drifted off to sleep I was awaken by a figure standing in my room.

"Hey there doll, name's Lucifer."