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You found yourself in the cage for the first time in your life, and even for a moment, you were unsure of what your surroundings were. Enclosed in what looked like a chained up floating metal box, you scanned your surroundings with your eyes. What you thought at one point was a myth, you were staring directly at. Lucifer stood within arm reach, and you did not flinch. You did not falter. For that matter, staring directly into his light blue eyes, you felt peaceful. He may have flashed his eyes to the fiery red orange glow and back to blue again, yet there was no rise in you. Attempting to feel some sort of fear - some sort of something, you stepped closer to him. Expecting to feel some sort of terror, you tested your boundaries. Reaching out your hand, you touched the archangel’s cheek. All you felt was warmth and bliss.
Bringing his hand upwards, he touched yours that rested upon his face. Lightly, his fingers caressed at your hand, and a smile crossed your features, taking him aback. He surveyed you with his eyes, and you did not move, holding yourself fully still in front of the creature that could crush you. He could snap his fingers and break your neck, probably even make you explode, yet an inch of fear did not cross your features, nor burrow inside of you.
You did not control your mouth as you spoke one small, simple word to the silent archangel. “Yes,” your body said, not above a whisper. Watching as a smirk crossed his features, you witnessed the man begin to evaporate in front of you. Your body did not move as your mouth opened by itself, allowing the soul of Lucifer inside of you. Nothing about you fought the entry of this man, and as the last bit of the archangel was inside of your body, vision faded to black.
Now, back in the real world, your breaths were labored, holding yourself up just barely with the cold, prison wall beside you. Your head quickly turned to make sure the witch that you had been watching was still doing as she was supposed to. Watching as she attempted a page turn, you barked out, “Rowena! No peeking.” This caused a grimace to spread across her face, and she went back to what she was supposed to be doing, before she got a sudden ‘ah-ha’ moment.
Dean was tracking Amara, and Sam was attempting to fetch Castiel, so here you were, walking down to the furthest reaches of Hell with Crowley and Rowena. Unlike your vision, this adventure was making your skin crawl. You were about to ask Crowley how much longer this path stretched for, until you saw the destination directly in front of the three of you. Rowena and Crowley shared some banter between the two of them, following Rowena going directly to work on preparations for your meeting.
Rowena painted the symbols upon the cage quickly, yet quite skillfully, making sure not to make a single mistake. This was Lucifer that you three were dealing with after all, and though there was not a great deal that he would be able to do in this area, it was still likely that he would be able to kill any of you with just a mere snap of his fingers. Your e/c eyes glanced around at your surroundings, taking in the absolute emptiness around you. Within the emptiness, you could hear the screaming of souls off in the distance, probably being tortured by demons. Absentmindedly, you drew your fingers through your hair, attempting to calm your nerves. The only one out of the two that you trusted was Crowley, and Rowena was the only one that actually was setting everything up for you.
The three of you held your ground as far back as possible, yet still within view of the cage. You listened as Rowena uttered the spell, causing fire to engulf in a box around the cage, sigils a burning orange color. Once the flames calmed, she started the next spell to summon Lucifer’s visit, Crowley questioning the safety of it immediately prior. Of course, she had no guarantee, and with that, the flames rose once more. You could barely make out the figure in the corner of the cage as the flames were too high, but as they calmed, he came into view.
“Just as I envisioned,” you muttered to yourself, studying the figure of Lucifer himself. You had to admit, he was quite handsome, though you approached the flames with caution. Crowley and Rowena retreated back to a safer looking spot directly after Crowley sucking up to Lucifer with a comment that was completely reverted upon him, making you stifle a light laugh. Crowley shot you a glare on his way back.
“A cute little kitten Winchester,” Lucifer purred, smirking his sickeningly deep smirk, leaning on the cage that he was trapped in. “I don’t normally get visitors. What a fun surprise.”
“If this wasn’t life or death, Darling, you wouldn’t have any now,” you spat back, though there was a weird feeling coursing through your body. You almost did not want to be mean to Lucifer, though he was the prince of darkness himself. Something about him made you feel as if you had nothing to fear in this moment, and it confused you inside. “The Darkness has been released.”
“Well, if that’s the case, where’s the big man himself?” he questioned, pacing the cage and somewhat teasing the concept. “Caught the fun bus out of here? With his sister’s temper tantrums, I guess he must be laying low.” As he spoke, he spoke so lightly of the situation, in a sense making fun of everything that was going on.
“I can almost understand you not caring,” you bemused in return, studying his features as he attentively leaned back to the bars of the cage, listening to you intently. “I mean, you’re stuck in a cage in total isolation. What do you care if everything ends?”
“You wouldn’t have come to me for help if you thought it was a lost cause,” he retorted playfully. “I’m not stupid, after all.”
Biting your lip lightly, he was right. Of course he was right - it was not like this was just a fun visit with the prince of darkness. You were all there because of Sam’s visions - and you dared not mention your own after all the flack that Sam was given for them in the beginning. You had been receiving them as well, and if they were truly from God himself, then he believed Lucifer could actually help. “God has been reaching out to an interested party,” you said softly, just loud enough for him to hear. “Unfortunately, you get me, but I am interested in what you’re able to say to help.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his smirk looking as if it grew. “Unfortunate?” he questioned playfully. “As if I would prefer either of your brothers visiting me? You’re a card, kitten.”
It was thankfully hard to tell because of the flames, but you did manage to blush at his banter. He was charming, and admittedly hard for you to resist, though you continually reminded yourself in your mind that the man standing in that cage was Lucifer himself. “If that’s the case, then, will you be willing?” you asked hopefully. “Of helping. Information. Anything.”
“Well, Kitten, I may look great in here, but on Earth I would be a fizzle of smoke,” he began, particularly pointing out how good he looked. He was not wrong, of course, but you were not going to be the one to admit it to Lucifer himself. You should have expected what was going to come out of his mouth, yet you were taken aback. “If I were to get a ride out - with a vessel that can hold me, and is currently available, then sure.”
Your jaw almost dropped at the mere suggestion, though curiosity did spark you in the very back of your mind. “My body couldn’t possibly hold you,” you retorted back.
“I beg to differ, Kitten,” he purred out to you, and to your horror - the flames began fading in front of you. Apparently the sigils had worn out from holding Lucifer for too long, and before you knew it, just like you had envisioned, you were face to face with Lucifer in the cage. It was not the same cage that you had seen in your vision, no, but it was the same concept. He was smirking at you a little over arms reach away, and you watched his eyes flicker for a moment. Lucifer was taken aback by your lack of reaction to your inappropriate change in scenery. “You don’t think I can kill you in an instant? I sense no fear off of you.”
You stepped closer to him, as you did in your vision, and stated in return, “I cannot explain it, but I don’t feel any fear around you. Actually, quite the opposite. I do know that you can kill me. I know you can keep me in here for as long as you wish - possibly even eternity if I don’t allow you to use me as a ride.” Reaching your arm out, you brought your hand to his cheek, caressing his cheekbone lightly. “I know I’m in danger, but part of me knows this had to happen.”
He brought his hand to yours, and for a moment, touched your hand, before doing something that your vision did not show. He spun you around and pinned you to the bars of the cage, both of your wrists now in his grasp, and a smirk upon his face. “You’re still not scared?” he questioned softly in your ear, evil dripping through each word.
His dominance should have been crippling for you. You should have dropped to your knees and began crying from how terrifying the experience was, but it wasn’t. His grip did not hurt, though you could tell it was tight, and there was something blissful about his touch. There was something inside of you begging you to lean your lips in and kiss the Devil himself, yet you did manage to refrain from that, brushing it off as a childish little thought due to his handsome appearance. There was something that he happened to be feeling as well, because he ended up leaning his forehead down to yours, resting it against your own. He was merely inches away from you, with direct eye contact, staring deep into your soul. “You have to be fucking with me, Kitten,” he said in disbelief, before removing himself from you and letting you free.
A frown flashed across your lips momentarily as his touch was taken away, but your feeling was still overly calm. You were not sure why it could possibly be, but you were, and part of you was glad that you were in the cage with him. It was much easier to talk to him this way, though it was not like you were actually getting any information on how to beat God’s sister from Lucifer constantly asking why you were not freaking out.
“Why did you let go?” you questioned curiously, watching as he began to pace back and forth once more.
He brought his hands to his face and let out a sigh. “What’s the point of trying?” he said defeated. “Oh well, roomie, do you want the top bunk, bottom bunk, or would you care to share?”
You chuckled lightly at his joke, seeing the sarcasm dripping off of every word he spoke. “I mean, we could share,” you sarcastically retorted.
After a few moments, he deadpanned, staring at you once again. “Why can’t I hurt you?” he growled out. “What spell did you let that damn witch put on me?”
You glanced out to the two that were watching from the sidelines, partially in panic mode thinking that you were about to die. Your gaze fell back on the archangel himself, and you studied him once more. “There is no spell on you,” you said, walking forward towards him. “Unless, it isn’t a spell.”
Once again, there you stood, mere inches from the Devil himself. You shot a quick look over at the two bystanders to check and make sure they were not paying attention before you pressed your lips firmly against Lucifer’s. Through the lore, you had read about an odd type of bond that you share with one person, and one person alone. As you kissed him, you brought your arms around his neck. He may have been the prince of darkness, yet he did not fight you whatsoever. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you in closer as the two of you kissed. It felt as if electricity was coursing through your veins as the two of you kissed, and it was not nearly long enough when you two managed to separate for air.
“What the fuck was that?” he questioned defensively, yet he did not take his arms off of your waist. He was not even sure why he did not, but there was something that was like an invisible force pushing him to touch you more; to hold you, even to want to kiss you once again.
You laughed softly, a smile spread across your face and blush still scattered across your cheeks. “That explains it, then,” you mused out. “I guess we’re bonded. I have read about it once prior, and I believe the term was soulmates. Though it’s thoroughly unexpected, it prevents one another from causing harm.”
He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard one of Dad’s creations say,” he retorted.
“It may be, but I’m willing to make a deal with you,” you said softly, making sure that the audience was unable to hear. “If you hop a ride with me, we can conquer this apocalyptic situation, and then you let me stay with you.”
He stared at you in disbelief, but the feelings that he was feeling in that moment was undeniable, even for the Devil himself. After all, you were a hunter, and on top of that you were a Winchester, so you should be his absolute last choice. You did not believe it either, but the proof was in front of both of your faces. Instead of simply answering you, he could not help himself, and dipped in for another kiss. This kiss was full of passion and longing, including him not asking for entrance before slipping his tongue into your mouth. His tongue easily dominated yours as you allowed, and he traced the inside of your mouth. You could feel his tongue hit every crevice of your mouth, and his taste was indescribable. It was like a bad addiction, but you could not get enough of it. It was a disappointment when your lips separated once more, but this time you leaned into him and lied your head upon his chest.
“Say it,” he whispered fiercely, the words rolling off of his tongue.
You took your upward posture back, staring directly into his eyes, whispering, “Yes.”