King of hell and your heart|| Lucifer X Trans Male Reader

Part 1~Milk Run (draft)

Hot, steamy water drips down my bare body as I step out of the relaxing shower. My eyes drag over the mirror that is hung in front of me (above the sink, across from the shower that I just stepped out of), the mirror is mostly covered in steam, due to my incredibly hot shower -heck my shower was so hot that my skin ended up turning a deep shade of red.- My eyes could just barely make out my slightly feminine shape, my e/c (eye color) eyes drag down from the mirror to my naked body, my eyes landing on my way too feminine hips, legs, stomach, boobs... Gender dysphoria ripped through my body and with every second it caused my stomach to grow more and more empty, but not starved type of empty, more of the feeling that all of my organs are being brutally removed.

"Y/N! Are you almost done in there?" Sam, my older twin brother yelled through the bathroom door, with a slight hint of worry in his voice, yet somehow it remained its masculine self. That was unlike my cracky voice, I just started testosterone a few weeks ago and now my voice (as its changing) is starting to betray me with at least one crack a phrase.

"Almost OuT" I yell back my voice fersly cracking as I race to the final letter of the last word, it was a race I could never win. But at least my older brothers find it funny, I hear Sam lightly chuckling at my voice crack from just outside the thin bathroom door. All I do is quickly dry up and get changed, only because I know that the sooner I get ready the sooner I get the amazing breakfast that Dean is making, my big brother always makes good food, that's just how he is. But Sam on the other hand makes very strange foods, not bad per say just very green and gross like something an only mother would force her children to eat in order to stay healthy... not that I would know what that is like, we never met our mother... she died in a fire when Sam and I where only six months old.

After struggling to slip on my chest binder, I slid on my black jeans, f/c (Favorite color, and in this case it can't be black) and black flannel. I brush my hair making sure that it is just as stylish as my brothers (it can be Sam or Dean, it's just the person that your hair is more similar to).

We were all sitting at the long brown, wood table that is in the library. Gold pancakes drowned in syrup are on both mine and Deans plate, while Sam has a very depressing omlet on his plate, it has all sorts of gross green vegetables on it, I understand eating healthy but really Sammy?

As we almost finished all of our food when my older brother Dean gets an exciting call. He quickly picks it up eger to get out of the bunker. "Hey," he says, he must know who is on the other line. I can lightly hear someone else talking on the other side of the phone. "You, sure..." Dean replies on the phone, once again you can hear someones voice yet not enough to know who it is or what they are saying. Dean hung up and set his phone down. He was clearly existed, excited to get out of the bunker and back into the hunting life. I never meant to hold him back, I never meant to make them stop hunting, I never meant to stop hunting. But starting testosterone is my main priority, my transition is important to me. But hunting is important to Dean, to Sam... to me. Did I make a wrong choice... no because this is me I need to be more like me... I need to be me.

"Y/N... are you okay?" Sam asks as he snaps me out of my thoughts, I must have been spacing out for a while... but my thoughts kinda just crept up on me.

"Yeah... I'm fine" I reply slowly contemplating whether I should break down and tell them what I was thinking about and how sorry I really am... but I didn't... I couldn't.

"Okay so this is what's going on..." Dean says, "Garth just called and he said that there is a small vamps nest that needs to be put down..." Dean was nearly shaking he was so happy to get out, " It sounds like a good way to get back into hunting... who is in?" Mine and Sam's hand shot up instantly... we are finally going to get out of the bunker. It's not like we hate the bunker, it's more like we are tired of it.

It was a long car ride to our next hunt, but at least we were in an amazing car I mean come on if you disagree with me have you even seen that car because hot damn. We were talking a little bit but mainly listening to music, actually for most of the car ride I had my ear buds in blasting things like P!ATD MCR FOB FIR and things like that (if you don't know any of those bands who even are you?). Dean was still laughing at me because just a minute ago I was asleep and my phone G noted me (if you don't understand that then be gone thot), when that happened I rolled of the back seat onto the floor. Sam was passed out and me and my big brother where contemplating putting a spoon in his mouth like we used to during prank wars, but we decided not to do that just yet.

*Time Skip* we are in the motel we are going to be staying at for the hunt and we are all asleep.

I woke up to a loud bang and then a long string of screaming coming from what sounded like a woman, but I can never tell with these things. We all spring up and reach for the guns under our pillows just to find they are all gone, all of them, even our duffel bags are gone.

"Is this some kind of joke!" Dean almost yells, not talking to anyone but still I think he was hopping that someone would answer.

"What do we do?" I ask not worried but more confused.

"Let's go!" Sam saying while getting up and heading to the door.

"Autobot's roll out," I whisper under my breath (please at least get this reference people). We all head out and get in the car.

Dean let's the car putt slowly around where we heard the scream until we found an old broken down warehouse... the vamps nest.

We head in there very hesitantly due to the fact that we no longer have weapons and it is officially nighttime, the vampires time to shine. All we want to do is head in, safe a life, head out then kill them all when it's day time and we have weapons. Honestly I think that it is dumb that we are going in like this but my older brothers insist that we must save lives.

*time skip*

"Over there!" I yell at my big brother Dean while my finger is shakily pointing at an unconscious Sam. His limp body was rested upon a tall oak tree, his face was beaten a bruised, his hands covered in blood and his hair all ratted up with blood and mud.

Dean and I raced over to him attempting to deduce what could have happened. Just a few minutes ago all three of us were fighting vampires with the weapons we found along the way, Dean had a large machete, Sammy had found a shot gun, and I had f/w (favorite weapon/ weapon of choice). But something went wrong Sam was separated from us and we ended up killing the rest of the vampires, but what could have happened I mean Sammy you had a shot gun did a vamp really over power you... your my big brother your not supposed to be vulnerable like that. My anxiety started attacking at my brain, because how could this have happened?

Dean started to lift Sammy up but was unable to do it on his own I rushed over there in hope to make a difference but I couldn't help, we just couldn't get him to the car. "Son of a Bitch!" Dean yelled into the air both of our muscles to weak to lift up our injured brother. We tried again and we could only move him a little bit closer to the car. With pure determination we made it to the car and rushed back to the motel. Where another problem was waiting for us at the door.