“Oh my god, they’re beautiful,” you muttered in a gasp, not being able to tear your eyes away from the gorgeous wings arching above the Archangel. Lucifer flashed you a questioning look, his expression averting to shocked and skeptical; he was analyzing you, trying to figure you out, trying to figure out what you were talking about, and if you were talking about what he thinks you’re talking about, then the entire situation itself would change drastically.

“(y/n),” Cas started slowly, “what are you referring to?”

“His wings,” you pointed out. “They’re stunning.” You looked between Cas and Lucifer; Lucifer had a look upon his face that you never thought you’d see- it was more gentle and considering than most of the time, and Cas just stood there, swallowing harshly. “Did I… do something wrong?” you asked reluctantly.

“Would you like to explain to your friend here what this means, Castiel?” Lucifer suggested, a smile tugging at the end of his lips. Castiel gave him a fleet glare in response, the he gently turned to you.

“You can see his wings,” Castiel questioned in the form of a statement. You nodded, blinking in anticipation. “Humans generally can’t see angels wings, that is unless…” he trailed off, reluctant to finish the sentence, he just looked at you, his eyes showing a sort of… deep concern. “Unless that human is destined to be with a particular angel- soul mates, as your  kind would call it.”

Devil In The Details

Request: Hey fam, I was wondering if I could request a lucifer imagine. Were the reader is the daughter of Sammy and lucifer tracks her down and decides to ask her to be his vessel, she says “yes” and lucifer (in readers) body visits the boys? I think I you work your magic you could make this awesome

Words: 2,453
Warnings: None jumping out at me!
Author’s Note: I had to do this ASAP because I suddenly had an idea and boom, I was off. What is it that is so fun about writing bad guys!?

What makes a hero good and a villain bad? If it was dedication to your cause and a determination to stop those who got in your way, well then surely both sides could see themselves as a hero?

You tried to picture little soldiers lined up on a battlefield facing each other. Both armies surged forwards and clashed in the middle, they thought they were right and the other was wrong, and both would go down as a martyr to their cause. But how could you determine who was “good” or who was “bad”? Besides, most of them would end up dead anyway.

Your father and uncles from a young age had always been heroes to you. They were strong, loyal, brave and yet they always left time to be there for you. The Winchester family name was known widely and as you grew up you found that could be both a blessing and a curse.

“Oh, by the way I’m Sam Winchester’s daughter.”

You could watch a hunter’s face change as they realised you were probably on their side, but it could also strike fear into angels, demons and monsters alike. You weren’t stupid, you knew ‘Sam and Dean Winchester’ always had good intentions but you also knew that they had killed hundreds who got in their way.

So were they heroes, fighting for a cause and killing the bad men; or were they the villains, hearts set on their cause, easy to forget the so called “monsters” that they killed.

It should be a simple choice, it always had been until now.

But now you stood just an arm’s length away from the devil and yet everything he said, it just made sense. The devil of the bible, he would’ve snapped you in half and laughed about it, he was the almighty villain. However, you stood here without so much as a hair out of place. He was shunned by his family and banished to an eternity in hell, what was heroic about subjecting someone to that?

Hero or villain? Villain or hero? Where was the line and who were you to judge who was a bad person anyway?

“Y/N?” Lucifer said, calmly extending a hand and placing it on your shoulder, “hey, you alright? You look a little shaky.”

You shook your head and took a deep breath.

“Just peachy.”

You looked up into his eyes, seemingly laced with concern and ran a hand through your hair. It had gotten much longer since you’d not seen your Dad for a few months, he couldn’t judge, uncle Dean always joked that your Dad was practically alergic to hair cuts anyway. You wandered over to the small hotel couch and sat down.

Lucifer had been visiting you like this for a few weeks. You knew of the history he had with the apocalypse and all that, but no one had gone into it too much. It wasn’t from lack of asking, just that your father seemed touchy on the subject of Lucifer.

Sure, the guy wasn’t entirely innocent, but who was these days? Recently, he’d come up with a proposal though, it was simple, you said yes to being his vessel and you’d both save him and gain some power to help people. You were a Winchester, you weren’t stupid, you wouldn’t let him outstay him welcome and once he was topside you’d let him regenerate and then he’d find a new vessel. It was simply a means to an end.

“You’re really sure about this, huh?” You muttered.

“I can’t hold an apparition forever, come on,” he said with a wink, “you and me, we’d be great.”

“So hypothetically if I said yes, it’s short term, right?” You mused, “and you’re absolutely not going to hurt my family.”

“My my, we are our daddy’s daughter aren’t we?” He drawled, “I pinky swear.”

It had taken a long time to come to this decision, but you took a deep breath and shrugged.

“Fine, I’m in.”

“Oh sweetheart, am I glad to hear you say that.”

His fake form phased out and you were left alone in the dimly lit hotel room. There was no sound for a moment and you took a cautious step forward, but there was nothing. You let out the breath you were holding and shifted your weight awkwardly, there was just nothing… quite the anticlimax, apparently. 

Suddenly, everything seemed to swim in front of your eyes and you broke into a cold sweat like you were going to faint. You swayed on your feet slightly, unable to keep your balance and just as your legs gave way, a bright blue light seared through the room. And then, it all went black.

Lucifer opened one eye slowly, then quickly followed it with the other. He blinked a few times and once he’d decided it felt settled he stood up quickly. Everything was so much more 'physical’ here. He rolled his head from side to side and let out a small sigh, the female form was weird but you weren’t the first female he’d taken - vessel, of course.

“Oh, it is good to be back,” he pronounced each syllable clearly, letting the words drip off of his tongue and ambled over to the mirror. He could feel your consciousness scratching at the edges but it was no more than a sowing needle fighting against a machine gun.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said grinning into the reflection. “Now if I give you your voice, you’ve got to work with me.”

The faint scratching stopped and he twisted your mouth into a dry smirk. Lucifer gave it until the count of three and then slowly unpinned the virtual barrier.

“Atta girl, welcome to the party,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Is this… is this it?” You said, regaining some control again.

Lucifer threw back your head and let out a barking laugh, “oh no, Y/N, this is just the tutorial, wait until the real fun starts.”

With that, he clicked his fingers and ice began to creep up the sides of the mirror, you watched in fascination as a few tendrils of smoke began to wind their way to the floor. A second later and the mirror shattered into pieces. Shards sliced the air, spinning off in different directions before clattering to the ground. A faint stinging became evident on your cheek and in the reflection you saw a slice about an inch long starting to bleed.

“You just-”

“Give it a moment,” Lucifer snapped at you.

He picked up a long shard and manoeuvred it so that you could see your reflection. The cut sealed itself, the skin knitting itself together to leave just a smear of blood on the surface. He licked a finger and wiped the remaining blood away to reveal clear skin underneath, not a mark to be seen.

“Excuse fingers,” he said with a wink.

“That’s a-”

“Ah ah ah, don’t say the ’m’ word, that’s the other family business,” he cut you off again, “now, talking of family, how about we go have a coffee and a catch up?” He took a step before letting out a small giggle and adding, “I wonder if they missed me!”

You tried to say something again but there was a block up against you.

“Oh yeah, you too of course,” he said with an exasperated eye roll.

If you could have frowned, you would have, but there was nothing, you were just floating in your own body. You felt a small jolt of panic as you realised how little control you actually had. You tried something simple like moving a finger but there was nothing, just a wall in your way.

Another wave of panic washed though your conciousness. This wasn’t part of the deal, was it?

“Hate to be a downer but we never signed anything, but I can hear all your little musings so please keep them coming, it’s like a live soap opera,” he said with another giggle. “I love your giggle by the way, can really put that manic tilt on things…”

You suddenly remembered about your dad and uncle and a whole new air of dread took over.

“Aw, no need to be so glum, sweetpea, I just want a chat with your old man!” Lucifer leered as he began to walk towards the door, “now, let’s go find your father, I think this could be one for the photo albums.”

24 hours later

Sam yawned as he reached for the ringing FBI phone. He dreaded to think what one of them had been caught up in this time, but he steeled himself and picked it up.

“Hello? Director Tyler, is there a problem?…. uh huh, yes he is one of ours… No, he’s there for a reason… I trust his judgement on the situation, what he say goes and that is final, Officer… I said it is final… Good day to you too.”

Sam hung the handset back on the receiver and pulled a face at the phone, Officers hated Feds just as much now as they did in his prime, apparently. He hated having to be on call but the bunker couldn’t be tracked so it came in handy for helping out others.

“Director?” Dean smirked, striding into the room and placing a cold beer onto the small table in front of his brother.

“It was Redwood being arrogant and wanting an exclusion zone again,” Sam chuckled, picking up the bottle and taking a sip.

“I like him.”

“You would.”

Sam raised an eyebrow challenging Dean and Dean was just about to open his mouth to say something witty back, when the sound of the bunker’s door opening snapped his attention.
“You expecting anyone?” Dean said in a low voice.

The younger Winchester only shook his head in response as he sprung to his feet. They broke into a light jog and skidded to a stop in the foyer.

“Son of a bitch, is it-?” Dean started.

“Your favourite niece?” You finished for him.

Sam cracked into a grin and made his way up the stairs to meet 'you’ with a big hug. He squeezed you tightly and you wanted nothing more than to be able to return it properly, or better yet, tell them to run, but Lucifer most definitely still had his finger on the trigger.

“Where’ve you been?” He said when he released you.

“Met a guy, it’s like we were one and the same, what can I say?” Lucifer said in your most squeaky clean voice. You thought your hardest string of abuse at him but the block was still there.

“You’re kidding?” Dean scoffed, looking impressed.

“Nope!” Lucifer replied with a cheesy grin, “he’s not from round here, but honestly he’s great.”

“That’s… that’s really great,” Sam replied with a wide smile, “come on in, do you want a drink?”

“Yeah, I could kill for one,” Lucifer giggled again. You could feel that he thought he was being funny, this was all just a big game to him and had you control of your stomach, it’d make you feel sick.

“So when can we meet him?” Dean chipped in.

“Oh, you already have,” Lucifer grinned wider, you’d like to say it was a warm smile, but he wouldn’t know what a friendly smile was.

“Huh, is he a hunter? What’s his name?” Sam asked curiously.

You wanted to scream out at them, to tell them to run or hide or anything other than stand around chatting but there was no use.

“No, he’s not a hunter.”

“You’re getting out?” Dean said, his eyes lighting up at the thought of you having a normal life. It physically hurt to see the hope in his face and Lucifer.

“No, but you could say he’s gotten out.”

Your Dad and uncle looked confused for a second but shrugged it off and it was just as they let that guard down that Lucifer decided to strike. He flung Dean back against the far wall without so much as a flick of your wrist and then turned to face your father. Sam’s face changed from shock to nothing short of furious in a split second as he looked at 'you’.

“What are you?” He spat, eyes darting to Dean, who was just stirring, before back to Lucifer.

“But Daddy, it’s me!” Lucifer said in a child like voice.

“What have you done to Y/N and what are you?” Sam growled, chest heaving as he glared at the form in front of him. He clenched and unclenched his knuckles and took a shaky breath, you could see he desperately didn’t want to hurt you.

“Don’t you remember me, Sammy?” Lucifer said, dropping back down to your normal voice, “we used to have such fun together, you and me? Sure, the smell was a little off but we had one hell of a time!”

Sam stayed silent and you could practically see the cogs whirring in his mind, he furrowed his brow for a moment before his face dropped.

“Impossible,” he gulped as you watched the colour slowly drain from his face.

“Unfortunately not,” Lucifer grinned, “come on, no hug for for your long lost cellmate?” He said, raising your arms for a hug, “Y/N gives good hugs.”

Sam bit his lip hard, he was seething but you could see he didn’t date hurt your body. Dean was on his feet now, slowly piecing it together but Lucifer didn’t seem to bothered about him.

“Let her go,” Sam said as coolly and as calmly as he could stomach.

“Spoiler, she said yes,” Lucifer said with a shrug, “I’m here to stay and I’m as at home in her as I ever was in you, bit more cramped, sure, but-”

“How did you get out?” Dean snapped, stepping forwards.

“With my winning smile,” Lucifer said sarcastically. He held up a hand and both Winchesters found themselves speechless. You fought against what he was doing but there was no point in even trying.

“ook, this was a charming little catch up. I’ll get Y/N back before curfew but if you don’t mind, boys, I’ve got some business with my brothers and sisters upstairs.”

Lucifer turned on his heels and began to walk towards the exit. He paused and ran a hand through your hair, fiddling with an end piece.

“Oh and boys?” He said over his shoulder, “this visit was for old times sake, I promised her I wouldn’t hurt you and this time I didn’t.”

He left a few seconds pause.

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving nothing but a heavy silence in his wake.

I hope I “worked my magic” on this one as the request asked? Bit nervous on it so let me know! :P

morningstar--lucifer asked:

Lucifer spotted Sam walking down one of the corridors and didn't hesitate to catch up with him. Nor did he hesitate to push the Ravenclaw up against the nearest wall, a hand clasped around Sam's blue and bronze tie as Lucifer pulled the taller student down into a kiss.

Sam was completely caught off guard by the sudden force pushing him against a wall, and the sudden lips against his. Quickly figuring out who it was, he kissed back, holding back laughter. “Is that how you normally ask people out, Luce?” Sam asked once Lucifer finally let go of his tie and broke away from the kiss.

I just noticed a thing and it's making me very uncomfortable.

Guyssss, this is John Winchester in S2E22, where he’s just climbed out of Hell or whatever…



Ezekiel is Lucifer?

Omg read the theory about that Ezekiel being Luficer bellow. I am so freaked out because everything makes sense. 

1. The promo pictures is in a cage.

2. An angel wanting Sammy to say yes to him ( sneaky as fuck ) 

3. The episode “the end” was in 2014. It´s 2014 now guys.

4. He didn´t want to say his name at first.

5. If he crawled out of his cage, ofc he would be weak.

6. All angels are cast to earth. Maybe ALL angels. Luficer included. 

7. He doesn´t want Sammy to know about him ( probably because he would get it )

8. He won´t remember him being in his head or body… 

9. We will always end up here.


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