Maisie Winchester: The Cursed Hunter

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DISCLAIMER; SUPERNATURAL ISN'T MINE AND THIS WORK IS COMPLETELY FAN-MADE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE CANON STORY BESIDES THE FOLLOWING OF THE SEASON EVENTS (SEASON 11).

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LUCIFER'S GRIP ON Maisie was firm, threatening, but it never seemed to proceed further than just a hold. A hold that had most certainly fractured her arm but nothing more threatening than that. Maisie's composure remained stoic as she watched Sam watching her. Her heart was beating like a drum with the knowledge that the beast holding her could simply let out a breath and she'd be dead.
"You?" Sam breathes out as he tries to process everything going on. "The visions... everything... it was all you?"

"Impressive, right?" The devil smiles.

"And Rowena?"

"Did as she was told. Gave me some very exciting information on your niece here." Lucifer's split tongue can be felt tracing up Maisie's neck. She tries and fails to not shudder. She feels the devil laughing as he pulls away. "Groupies... they're always so eager."
"So you did all of that just to... to what... jump my bones? Or- or back-up plan... Maisie's?"

"Literally."

"Well, you wasted your time then. You see I know how this ends." Sam says, fear still evident in his eyes.

"Oh, do you now?"

"Yeah. You'll taunt me and you'll, ah, torture me, you'll torture Maisie and we'll say no. And eventually, sooner than you think, my brother's gonna walk through that door and kick your ass."

Lucifer laughs at this. "Dean? You're betting on Dean?"

"I always have."

"Oh, Sam. You got me all wrong."

"Ha," Sam laughs dryly. "I doubt that. Considering you're holding my niece as hostage."
"Oh, this?" Lucifer pulls on Maisie's arms a bit rougher. "This is just so I know I won't get jumped. You see, I know what this girl is capable of."
"I'm not capable of anything, asshole." Maisie struggles, wincing as a spike of pain travels through her body. "Certainly not killing the damn devil."
Lucifer laughs hysterically at her comment. "I'm not here to torture ya." He continues on anyway. "I mean I could..." Lucifer's hold goes to Maisie's hair. He jerks it roughly so she's looking up at the roof of the cage. Lucifer's free hand travels to Maisie's exposed neck, wrapping around it firmly. The girl could still breath but she could certainly feel the restriction.
"I could inflict pain like you can't even imagine. I could inflict such delicious perfect pain..." He pauses, smiling wickedly as he releases his grip on her throat. "But that was so five years ago. No. I'm not going to harm a glorious little hair on that glorious little head."
"Ironic," Masie gasps, Lucifer still forcing her to look at the ceiling via her hair.

"What do you want?" Sam questions.

"To make an offer you can't refuse." The devil explains simply. "You see Sam, you need me and I'm gonna prove it to you."
A bright flash of light and Maisie is no longer being held down by her hair. Instead, she is watching as a younger version of herself is being thrown across the room of her childhood basement.Maisie grabs her own chest, feeling the phantom attack as she looks on. She looks to her side, noticing Lucifer standing there, looking on.

"Where's Sam?" Maisie gasps out. "What is this?"

"Sam is... in his own thoughts, also talking to the critically appraising me. It's a complicated process." The devil shrugs. "I figured I'd remind you why it would just be easier if you said yes. If I reminded you of all the pain you've been through to lead you to this moment."
"Just because I was dealt a shitty hand, doesn't mean I want to make a deal with the devil." Maisie clenches her eyes shut as she watches her younger self rip herself from the demon's telekinetic grip. She knew what was about to happen.
"This right here!" Lucifer claps, pointing to the action. "Surely you knew from that!"
"What- What do you mean?" The girl questions, her head spinning as she watches the knife hurdle though the air.
"You know nothing, don't you!?" Lucifer shakes his head. "God always had you planned. From the day he planned the humans. He obsessed over how important Maisie Winchester was!" Lucifer explains. "And I always planned to take his playthings away... Hence, the demon... I did want them to kill you but... making you kill your own momma? That's just poetic."