You were the Winchester’s little sister.
You were the twin sister of Sam, but a whole 13 minutes younger.
The boys tried to protect you from the world of hunting, but in all honesty, you were the strongest of the three of you.
You had the brains AND the brawn.
You were always the most stubborn and loved going your own way.
The boys hated that and tried to get you to stay with them, but you always went solo.
When you met Castiel… Well, let’s just say you don’t like angels.
So when your brothers asked for your help on this hunt to help Castiel, you weren’t so excited.
However, it was your brothers asking for help, so you packed your bag and raced over.
Only, they wanted you to meet them at a warehouse.
You were weary of the situation, so you entered with your gun at the ready.
You were surprised to find your brothers and Castiel standing around an angel enclosed in holy fire.
Mainly because it was your BOYFRIEND.
“Luke?” you asked, dropping your weapon to your side.
“You know him, Y/N?” Dean asked.
“He’s my boyfriend,” you explained, “You’re an angel, Luke?”
The trio shared a shocked look as Luke looked at you, like a deer caught in the headlights.
“His name isn’t Luke,” Sam said, looking worried.
“It’s Lucifer,” Castiel said.
“Wait, like Satan Lucifer?” you asked.
They nodded hesitantly.
You walked up to Luke. Or Lucifer. Whatever.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me they’ve got it wrong,” you begged him.
He looked deep into your eyes, as if he was looking into your soul.
“I am the devil, Lucifer,” he admitted.
You felt your heart break and you put on a stone face.
“I don’t want to see you again. Or hear from you. Or think about you. Ever. Do you understand?” you growled.
“Y/N, wait. Don’t-,” Lucifer began.
You stomped your foot.
“Do you understand?” you repeated.
“I understand,” Lucifer whispered sadly.
You turned your back to him and looked at the boys.
“What do you need help with?” you asked them.
“Keep Crowley busy,” Castiel ordered.
Your brothers avoided your gaze, feeling ashamed.
“No problem,” you shrugged, walking away.
You ended up killing Crowley’s favorite hellhound, Juliette, and sending him on a wild goose chase to find the one responsible.
It should keep him busy for a while.
You were in a motel room bed when you felt arms around you.
You looked over to see Lucifer.
You tried to fight him off, but he pinned your arms and held onto you tightly.
“I thought you understood what i wanted,” You hissed.
“I lied. You really thought i would leave you alone?” he asked.
“I hate you,” you seethed.
“I love you,” he responded, tears building.
“Well, I don’t love you,” you said, “Anymore.”
“No, you do. I know you do,” he told you, “And you may hate me for now, but I swear to you I will prove myself to you and you will love me again.”
“Even if it takes forever?” you whispered.
“Even if it takes forever.”
