On the Brink - Chapter 4
Pairings: Lucifer x You
Warnings: Mild swearing. Mild wing kink.
Author’s Note: A little longer chapter. Hope you all like it!
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You stood, gaping at your older brothers as they took down the whole room of demons. Rowena was chanting something in the corner and Crowley had disappeared the instant Sam and Dean had burst into the room. You watched as Dean stabbed one demon in the neck. Sam, on the other hand, was thrown through the air by the demon he was facing. He hit the wall and slid down to the floor. You snarled and took off running, slamming into the demon and tackling him to the floor. You grabbed Sam’s knife, which had fallen a few feet away, and jammed it into the demon’s side. He screamed and died and you felt more invigorated than you had in your whole life.
Grinning maniacally, you rose to your feet, not feeling any pain in the burned soles, and raced towards the next demon. You fought with reckless abandon and it felt so good. Three more demons died by your hand and as you spun around looking for the next one, you realized there weren’t any more left. Instead, your brothers stood in the middle of the room, staring at you.
“Y/N?” Dean asked quietly, his eyes starting to tear.
You strode over to him in three quick steps and threw your arms tightly around his neck, being careful not to hurt him with the blade. Sam quickly joined the hug, throwing his gigantic arms around the both of you and squeezing tightly. You closed your eyes tightly, but they popped open again just as quick when you heard Lucifer snarl.
“Get the hell away from me!”
You saw Rowena and Cas standing above him. He was craning his neck to see them, but couldn’t move much because of his restraints. Rowena placed a hand on his head, chanting still. You immediately broke out of the group hug and plowed towards her.
“Hey!” You said, intending to stop her.
A hand grabbed your arm and yanked you backwards. You turned to see Sam pulling you away. You struggled but he just clamped down harder and the adrenaline you had felt a short while ago was gone. Your body was back to its weakened state.
“Stop, Y/N!” Sam said. “We need to break him out of Crowley’s spell.”
You stopped struggling, remembering that Lucifer had told you Crowley could make him do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Why were they breaking him from Crowley’s spell?
“We can’t have Crowley having all the power of an archangel.” He said as though he were reading your mind.
Lucifer screamed as Rowena seemed to reach the crux of the spell and you shoved Sam away from you with all your might. He stumbled, not expecting it, and you raced towards Rowena hellbent on stopping her.
But she was already done. By the time you got to the table, Lucifer was panting, his body covered in a cold sweat, his eyes closed.
“What did you do to him?” You growled at Rowena.
She narrowed her eyes. “I did what I was asked to do.”
“Which is what?”
“She cut Crowley’s hold on him.” Cas answered from Lucifer’s other side.
“So he’s got all his powers back?”
Cas shook his head. “No. In order to break the spell, she had to permanently seal him in this vessel. He doesn’t have his powers.”
You looked down at the tortured archangel and were surprised to find him looking right back up at you. He seemed wary, but you smiled down at him anyways.
“We’re rescued.” You said to him.
“You’re rescued,” He responded quietly. “I’m just switching captors.”
You cocked your head in confusion, then suddenly understood. Lucifer may have been something akin to a friend here, but on the outside he was still your enemy. At least, that was how everyone else would view it. You started to protest, but your vision was starting to black out at the corners. You stumbled, heard someone call your name, and then you were falling into the darkness.
When you woke, you were lying in a bed. A proper, comfy bed. You snuggled deeper into the warm covers, opening your eyes the tiniest bit. You recognized your comforter and the realization that you were home safe in the bunker struck you like lightening. You sat up quickly and realized that you felt good. Like, really good. You shoved the blankets aside and looked down at your feet, which were poking out of your favorite pair of flannel pajamas. Smooth pink skin covered them as though the bloody, burning blisters had never been there. You ran your hands over your shoulder, marveling at the fact that the mass of burn scars which had once covered you was gone. Only your unblemished skin remained. Cas must have healed you. You laughed for the first time in a year.
You left the room in a great mood and made your way down to the table in the center of the bunker and found your brothers there. Both of them looked at you as you padded out from the hallway and both of them smiled. You returned the smile and rushed to them, embracing each separately and squeezing them tight.
Then you sat at the table, reveling in the fact that you were home.
“I’m so glad you guys came for me.” You said.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look. You hated when they did that.
“Uh, Y/N, obviously we’re happy too, but we had no idea you were there.” Sam said.
You cocked your head in confusion. “Then what were you doing there?”
“We came for Lucifer.” Dean interjected. “He and Crowley surfaced a few weeks ago and started tearing up the planet. We thought they had teamed up until one of Crowley’s minions told us different. Told us Crowley had imprisoned Lucifer in his vessel somehow and could make him do whatever he wanted. We couldn’t have that.”
“I agree,” You said. “Where is he?”
“We don’t know where Crowley went. Probably in hiding.”
“Not Crowley. I don’t give two shits about Crowley. Where is Lucifer?”
“He’s in the dungeon.” Sam said. “Until we decide what to do with him.”
“What do you mean, what to do with him?” You asked in confusion.
“Well, we could send him back to the Cage, or we could kill him.”
You were back on your feet in an instant. “The hell you are!“
Sam looked alarmed. “What other choice do we have?”
“You could keep him here.” You said, raising your chin in defiance.
Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “Here? In the bunker?”
“No way in hell!” He snarled angrily.
“Well you aren’t killing him and you aren’t sending him back to the Cage.” You responded hotly.
You faltered, searching for an answer. “Because…because I said so.”
Dean didn’t say anything for a few moments, just looked at you incredulously. You crossed your arms and stared straight back at him.
“Do you know what you’re asking us to do?” He finally said.
You responded in a low voice. “Do you know what you’re asking me to give up?”
“Y/N, this guy has tried to kill me and Sam multiple times!”
“Yeah, and the same guy has been patching me up after Crowley’s torture sessions for almost as long as he’s been imprisoned with me! He’s been my only companion for months now.” Your anger melted and your voice grew soft. “And I’m sorry, I know it’s asking a lot. But I can’t let him go. If you don’t want him here, that’s fine, we’ll go somewhere else. But he’s not staying in that dungeon and he’s not going back in the Cage. And you are definitely not killing him.”
Dean’s expression was still stern, but he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But if he puts one black feather out of line, we’re re-visiting this issue.”
“Fine,” You said. “I’m going to go let him out. And by the way, his feathers are white…not black.” You spun on your heel triumphantly and walked towards the dungeon.
“She’s seen his wings?” Sam asked Dean in a low voice. “Isn’t that, like, a big deal?”
Dean stared after you down the hall. “I don’t know. But I don’t like her defending him like this.”
You entered the dungeon and saw Lucifer sitting against the bars of the cell, his back to the door. He was staring dully at the opposite wall.
“Hey,” You called softly, not wanting to startle him.
He was on his feet the instant he heard your voice, peering through the bars at you with a wary expression on his face. You saw that he had been given clean clothes at least, though he somehow looked more disheveled than you remembered. The keys were on a hook outside the room and you had grabbed them when you entered. Now you sorted through them, trying to find the one that would unlock his cell.
“You’re letting me out?” He asked.
You concentrated on the keys. “You can’t stay here.”
He looked shocked for a second, then he turned away. “Maybe the next cell will at least have a bed.” He responded coldly.
You looked up at him in confusion, then understood when you saw the anger in his face.
“No, you idiot,” You said, smirking. “I meant that I’m not letting you stay here in this cell. I didn’t mean that I’m moving you out of the bunker to a different cell.”
Lucifer was silent for a moment. Then, "So I’m free to leave?”
“The dungeon, yes. The bunker, no.” He scowled and you shrugged. “It’s the best I could do. ”
He peered at you through the bars. “You look different.”
You finally found the correct key, fitted it into the slot, and opened the door. He stepped through and you suddenly found his face a few inches from your face. Your heart leaped into your throat, but not from fear. It was more like…anticipation. He reached out and ran the fingers of one hand through your newly washed hair, focusing on the strands like he had never seen them before.
“You’re clean.” He remarked simply.
“Yeah,” You responded. “Healed too. Cas.”
His face darkened slightly and he stepped away. Suddenly you felt like you could breathe again but you weren’t so sure it was what you wanted. You realized you had liked Lucifer invading your personal space.
“Hey, how about your wing?” You asked, crossing your arms against the startling revelation.
“Still there,” He grinned slightly.
“Okay, well if you need me to take a look again, I will. Just say the word.”
“Of course, little Winchester.” He swept past you and opened the door that led back into the hallway.
Your brothers were waiting in the hallway, wearing stern expressions that were almost identical.
“Rules.” Dean said without any preamble. Lucifer crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t leave the bunker. Don’t go in the library. Don’t piss me off. And stay away from Y/N.”
“Excuse me?” You asked before Lucifer could respond. You were gaping at your older brother.
“You heard,” Dean retorted, still glaring at the archangel.
You shoved in front of Lucifer in the narrow hallway and forced Dean to look from the archangel to you. “That last one is a bunch of bull.”
“Y/N, this isn’t open for debate-”
“You listen to me, Dean.” You hissed. “He is the only one who knows what I went through. He’s the only one I could rely on for months. If he wants to stay away from me because that’s what he wants, then that’s fine. But it’s not going to be a rule. Or I’m going to make sure it gets broken. A lot.”
Dean first scowled at you, then at Lucifer. You half-turned to see the archangel looking at you with that same odd expression you had first seen him wear back in Hell.
“Now, I am going to my room.” You continued. “And I will get Lucifer set up in the room next to mine. Neither of you will have to lift a finger. Alright?”
Dean said nothing, but he stepped aside so you could get through. Sam did the same. You marched confidently between them down the hall, glancing over your shoulder to see if the archangel was following you. He was.
The room next to yours was furnished, so you didn’t have to do much to get it set up for him. He sat down on the bed, testing it, while you made sure the television worked. You heard a soft snore a few moments later and turned to see Lucifer dead asleep on the bed. Smiling to yourself, you turned off the light and closed the door behind you as you stepped out into the hallway. Then you went into your room, turned on Netflix (so many shows you had missed!), and soon were fast asleep yourself.
“I still don’t like it,” Dean said. He, Sam, and Cas were in the kitchen. Sam had filled Cas in on what had happened thus far.
“I don’t like it either,” Cas said. “But it doesn’t seem to be doing any harm.”
“And you know what the kicker is?” Dean continued like the angel hadn’t spoken. “She’s seen his wings!”
“What?” Cas asked sharply.
“Yeah. I said they were black or something, and she corrected me! Apparently his feathers are white!”
Cas sat down heavily at the table and stared down at the wood. Sam glanced at him.
“Cas? What’s wrong?” He asked.
Dean stopped his angry ranting and looked down at the angel. Cas took a deep breath. Then he looked up at the brothers.
“Wings are sacred to an angel. They are tied into our very being. Seeing another’s wings, touching them, is the most intimate thing imaginable to us. Even more so than sex to humans. They are our strength as well as our weakness and letting another see them…well, only our mates are supposed to see our wings.”
“What?” Dean exploded. “My sister has been mating with Lucifer?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Cas said irritably. “I’m just saying that Lucifer has been intimate with her in a way that I would have never thought possible for him. I mean, he’s not the kind to show vulnerability. And she probably doesn’t even know what a big deal it was.”
“So what are you saying?” Sam said.
“I’m saying…I’m saying that Y/N and Lucifer were in the same cell for months and didn’t kill each other. They obviously have some sort of bond and it’s not superficial, not if she’s seen his wings. That’s all I can say.”
“I don’t like this,” Dean snarled.
“Listen, Dean,” Sam said, regrouping. “This may not be a bad thing.”
“What are you talking about? This is our sister!”
“I know, I know, but hear me out. If Lucifer likes her, even just a little, it may work out for us. He might be more willing to be on our side.”
“I doubt he likes her.” Dean said. “He doesn’t like anything. He didn’t like his own brother enough to keep from killing him.”
“So what are you suggesting then?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know!” Dean exploded. “All I know is I want my sister away from that creep!”
“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Cas said.
Cas just shrugged and responded simply, “She’s seen his wings.”
You were woken by the light shining on your face from the hallway. You peered through squinty eyes to see Lucifer standing in your doorway, the light in the background shrouding his features in darkness.
“What are you doing?” You asked testily. You didn’t like to be woken up, but he knew that of course.
“I, uh, well, my wing was hurting and I think there might be some feathers stuck in awkward positions. Would you mind taking a look?“
You sighed. "Of course not. Come here.”
You patted the spot next to you on the bed and Lucifer sat down, facing away from you. You turned on the light on the nightstand next to you and turned back to see his wings already stretched out. It was no less magnificent a sight the second time. You took a deep breath, refraining from running your hands through the fluffy feathers inches from you, and looked at the wound.
It was vicious looking and deep, closer to his back, and running almost fully through the thick corded muscle that ran along the top of his wing. Angel wings must be tougher than you had realized, because you were sure that Crowley had all but sheared his wing off with how hard he had swung that cleaver. You touched the area by the wound and felt him shiver. The skin wasn’t hot to the touch, which was a good sign. You saw a few bent feathers by the edge of the cut and brushed them softly. He hissed and stiffened.
“These the ones?” You asked softly.
“Yep, those are them.”
“Alrighty, I’ll get them.”
You worked quickly, preening away the broken feathers until only the perfect ones remained. You worked your hand through the rest of the feathers so that they all ran the same way. Also, you couldn’t lie to yourself, you kind of liked the way it made the archangel tense up and groan.
“You sure like to live dangerously, huh Y/N?” He breathed.
You chuckled. “I think that’s about as dangerous as it’s going to get for me for a while.”
You laid back down on the bed and were pleasantly surprised when he laid back as well. It didn’t feel intimate, as you were under the covers and he was on top of them, but it felt peaceful. It ran through your mind that this was the guy so many people warned about. The Devil. Satan. And he wasn’t so bad.
“Wanna watch some tv?” You asked. “Fair warning: I may fall asleep.”
“Whatever you want to do. Fair warning: I may too. For some reason, I have a hard time falling asleep without your incessant snoring.”
“You can definitely stay in here.” You said, secretly happy that he wanted to stay.
There wasn’t any snuggling or cuddling, but every so often you could see him turn his head and look at you out of the corner of your eye. And it made you feel warm and exhilarated at the same time. Lucifer fell asleep first and it didn’t take long for you to follow him into dreamland.
That was how Dean found you two the next morning and, predictably, flipped his lid.