You tracked down the person you were trying to find and it was easy. Calling a few favors and he was only a couple of miles away at a bar near town.
Keeping it a secret from Sam, Dean and Cas was harder. They think right now you're with Jody, helping her out with some cases she caught. You asked Jody a favor, to cover for you.
"Jody, please. Trust me on this." You whispered, begging her over the phone.
"Y/N, I trust you but why can't you just tell me what the hell is going on?" Jody raises her voice.
"If any of them call, just say I'm with you." You told Jody, "Please, I'll explain later."
"I don't like lying to the boys, Y/N! Especially Cas. He knows what's going on immediately."
"Jody, please." You begged harder.
"Fine, okay. I love you and please whatever you're doing stay safe. I don't want to see on the local newspaper my baby dead, okay?"
"I promise, Jody. I love you."
Taking your own car with you, you head to the bar and parked. You sighed heavily, wondering if this was a good idea or stupid one. You knew if the boys found out they would be upset but they don't know what you're going through. Endless pounding in your head? Migraines? They had to stop at any cost.
Staring at the bar, you sighed heavily and opened your car door. You headed inside, only showing a few people. One familiar face caught your eye.
"Just the man I wanted to see." You whispered, heading straight towards him. He was at the counter area, sipping on a tonic and gin.
"I'll have what he's having." You smile at the bartender, shooting a quick look over at the man next to you. You glanced around the bar, only having Lucifer and the bartender inside.
"Hello, Lucifer." You turned your stool over to him. His eyes widened by the fact that it was actually you.
"Y/N, good to see you." He sarcastically shoots, sipping from his drink.
"I didn't come here to fight or do anything like that." You inform him, keeping eye contact with him.
"Yeah? Then why did you come here? Who sent you?" Lucifer asked all these questions, interrogating you. He stood up from his stool and glared at you.
"I need your help." You simply state, standing up as well.
"My help?" Lucifer scoffed with laughter. "With what? A witch? A archangel? Please, get your little quartet together and do it yourself." Lucifer sipped the last of his drink. "So long, Y/N." He storms passed you, heading out the door. You stopped him immediately with his hand on the handle.
"It's Michael." You told Lucifer in a frightened voice. He takes his hand off, turning slowly.
"What does he want?" Lucifer asked curiously, staring straight at the door still.
"He's in my mind. Locked up in some basement. Michael is trying to escape." You informed Lucifer.
Lucifer became uneasy, whenever you spoke the name Michael. He faced towards you.
"How did that happen?" Lucifer questioned you, grimacing at the fact.
"It was the only way for him not to get my memories and screw them up." You calmly told Lucifer.
"Hm, what about your brothers?" Lucifer asked.
"What about them?" You scoffed annoyingly. "This is about me, no one else. Besides, they can't help me."
