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idkfitememate · 4 months

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Alright listen Mora!Reader is nearly done but I just had a truly awful idea and I’m listening to Extreme/Brazilian Funk rn so I’m on a mind high okay so here’s the tea (never saying that again):

So we know that Obey Me doesn’t follow the Bible in anyway whatsoever really, so why not make the entire game angsty because I’m tried? Bet, making shit angsty is my specialty.

So anyway, that’s where new character/reader comes in: Adam/Eve! And when I put their names together like that, I mean they are the same person. They were made in a way that allows them to flip flop between both genders and sex’s so like they have the best of both worlds. Good a cooking and cleaning and sewing and child stuff as well as hunting and war and providing and so on and so forth.

Now here’s the kicker, they’re the human Lilith meets.

And *poof* love blossoms. She’s like “Awe cute little human~” and they’re like “Wow a being beyond my mortal comprehension! Neat!” Love.

So all the “God doesn’t want me here” shit goes down and instead of being like “aw don’t listen to him baby stay down here with us humans” they’re like “Then??? Stop visiting me??? If The Father doesn’t want that????”

So anyway war starts and she dies-

And their like “OH NO MY LOVE” so they chase after her falling body and try to catch her but end up slipping off a cliff and being forced to watch as Lucifer does the deal thingy with Dia and then they also get reincarnated with her.

But not for good reason oh no, they’re immortal now and forced to watch as she lives her life and watch her descendants live their lives as well.

Also they’ve been instilled with the 7 deadly sins, but the 7 heavenly virtues are still stuck in em as another punishment so they can go “Imma gonna rob this bank😏” “you could use this to feed the poor😇” “NOOOOO-“

They start off being okay with the brothers and still praying but soon (and by soon I mean over the course of thousands of years) it turns into them owing a shrine in their house for the soul purpose of of praying to God to shit on him.

“So today I learned that Lilith’s 243rd descendent is a world leader. That’s cool. Bet you didn’t see that coming huh you fucking bitch? Bet you weren’t counting on that were you whore? Hope your ass sits on an angel with a shockingly sharp halo.”

Yeah they’re pissy which is fair.

And then, the cherry on top?

They get invited to R.A.D. as a human participant.

Now, last they checked this did seem like something Dia would do (they never had bad blood with him) but DAMNIT why them???

They are so fucking tired dude, when they get down there the demon brothers try to scare them and they probably say at some point “Oooooo Beel’s gonna eat you oooooo!!!1!1!11” And they just… rip their leg off and throw it at him before using an ancient magic to rapid fire heal their leg back to perfect health and walk away, leaving them in shock.

I’m sorry it’s late and like I said Mora!Reader is nearly done but this idea (that I know FULL WELL I didn’t articulate right) hasn’t left my mind as well as another that I might dump in a while lmao. Mmm just asshole Adam/Eve!Reader(??? Would anyone read that??-) who is tired of the brothers bullshit and ready to throw Belphie through a wall for coddling them hehe ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Also I’m open to questions if anyone has any (I doubt it lol) hehe got to many ideas ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡

Anyway bye-

#hehe #I’m also watching bodycam videos #I keep imagining this Reader flipping of Lucifer and jumping out a window #Them and Satan would be besties lmao

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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No Worse Company

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Dean Winchester x Reader

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The Deal S2 E2: Series Masterlist

Summary: The reader copes with her return while Jody tries to get a hold of the boys. Cas deals with what Lucifer did while possessing him.

Notes: Here’s the next part in Chapter Two of the Deal Anthology! I hope you guys enjoy it. This one feels a little like a filler, but I’m really excited for the next part.

He couldn’t stop looking. After everything that happened- all of the pain and the anguish, all of it his fault- he couldn’t stop looking. He had to find Lucifer and he had to put him back in hell. He owed you that.

Driving down the road in his stolen truck, Cas’ eyes fell on the passenger seat. He frowned. That drive to St. Louis didn’t seem so long ago anymore. Sam and Dean’s cries as they watched the hellhound tear you apart were still fresh in his mind. He had turned away. At the time, he thought it's what you would have wanted. For him to have his final memory of you be one of your smiling face, content with the family you had found. Now he felt like he had turned his back on you. Now he was cursed to see your screaming face forever.

He had to find Lucifer.

Cas glanced down at his cellphone and sighed. Multiple missed calls and unopened messages from Dean filled his screen. He couldn’t face them. Not until he found the Devil.

One Week Ago

The police officer that found you had found some clothes that were two sizes too big but you took them gratefully nonetheless. You were sitting at her desk, staring blankly at a photo beside her computer. Her big happy family smiled over a picnic table on a beautiful sunny day. You wanted to put your fist through it.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ve got someone on their way to pick you up.” The officer gave you a small smile.

“Did you find Dean?”

“Not exactly.” She pulled up a seat across from you. “It’s a good thing I was the one that found you. I don’t know much about those Winchesters, but I know that if any other cop in this joint put them through the system, they’d probably take you in for questioning. Fortunately for you, I have a friend up North that told me to give her a call if I ever heard the names Sam or Dean Winchester.”

“Look, I appreciate your help, but I can’t stay here.” You stood up, but she blocked your path.

“Well you’re certainly not going out there on your own.” Her expression was caring, but stern. “I don’t know what happened to you, honey, but I know that going out alone will only make things worse for you.”

“Believe me, I can handle myself.” Nothing in this woman’s imagination could even remotely describe everything that had happened to you. Still, the officer stood her ground.

“Right now you’ve got two choices. You can either stay here and one of the other officers will take you to a hospital, or you can come with me and we can meet Jody half-way.”

“Wait… Jody?” Your face softened, the idea of seeing a familiar face warming your cool exterior.

“Yeah, Sheriff Jody Mills up in Sioux Falls.” She put her hands on her hips. “Do you know her?”

Jody, even though she wasn’t much older, was like a mother to you. She helped you and boys out when you needed and had saved your life on more than one occasion. You pictured being enveloped in one of her hugs and a small smile crept onto your face.

“I used to.”

“Then let's get moving. We can get you something to eat on the way there.” The officer grabbed her keys and started towards the parking lot. As you followed her, something caught your eye. Your face reflected back at you in the glass of the window and a moment of panic nearly took you off your feet. Your eyes were black.

Now

You could tell that Jody had been walking on eggshells for the past week. After everything that was going on, you couldn’t really blame her. When she saw you the first time, she tried to kill you, thinking you were a shapeshifter or some other kind of monster. When she realized that it was really you, she was speechless for the entire ride back to Sioux Falls.

Jody had been trying to get a hold of Dean for the past couple of days, but to no avail. The longer you waited, the more and more you debated running away in the middle of the night. Could you face him? Jody said that you’d been ‘dead’ for three years. A lot had changed. You knew that you were his Y/N anymore. Maybe he wasn’t your Dean.

“Coffee?” Jody offered, holding a mug in front of you.

“Thanks.” You took the warm ceramic mug and held it between your palms. The heat spread across your skin as the smell wafted up to your nose. Who knew a cup of coffee could hold so many memories. Sitting across from Dean in the kitchen of the bunker or looking over a case with Sam in the middle of the night with only caffeine to keep you going.

“I might be a little later at the station today. Do you think you’ll be okay here?”

“I think I can handle a few more hours of daytime television and boxed mac and cheese, Jody.” You smirked. She shook her head with a light chuckle.

“I have to say, I missed that snark of yours.” She finished her own coffee before putting on her coat. “Now you call if you need anything, okay? I’m going to try and get a hold of the boys again.”

“Jody…” You started, but looking at her hopeful face, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Of course she would think that reuniting everybody would solve everything. She didn’t know what was lurking under your skin. You put on a smile. “Have a great day.” She put a hand on top of yours.

“You too, sweetie.”

She glanced back at you with a flash of concern before the front door closed behind her.

“I thought she’d never leave.” The voice made you jump out of your seat, the coffee mug sent shattering on the floor. A woman walked in from the hallway with a smug smile on her face. You lunged across the table, reaching for a knife from the counter. She grabbed your arm and pinned it to the table. With a single blink, her eyes turned jet black. “Boo.”

“Lavina.” You gasped, trying to yank your arm away.

“Aw, you missed me.” She laughed, raking her nails across the back of your hand just deep enough to break the skin. “So how’s my little protégé doing back up top?”

“How are you here?” She let you go and you examined the scratches.

“What? You think the security in Hell is really the top priority right now?” She wandered around the kitchen, picking up the knife you had been reaching for and twisted it back and forth in the light. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to kill you. That’d be too easy.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I’m just checking in to see how you’re holding up.” Lavina flipped on the radio and laughed at the tune. It was just the last few seconds, but it still sent a chill up your spine.

“You know that you’re the only one to say okay. But you’re motorin’ yeah motorin’.”

“I remember this one.” Lavina smirked. “Didn’t this used to be you and dreamboat Dean’s song?”

“Shut up.”

“What? Aren’t you excited to see your sweetie-pie Winchester again?” She read the fear behind your glowering eyes and chuckled. “Or maybe you don’t want to see him. Maybe you know.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about you black-eyed bitch.”

“Maybe you know that whatever soul you’ve got walking around in that meat suit isn’t all you anymore.” The song on the radio ended and you recognized the next song as Bad Company. “Man, this station is on fire this morning! There’s no worse company than yourself when you’ve become what you have.”

You tried to block out her words, but you knew that she was right. So you turned away so she wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing your fear. Your fists clenched at your sides.

“Get out.”

“Sooner or later, you’ll be begging to come back to me. Begging to finally tear all of those souls apart. Begging to embrace what you really are. Let’s just hope you realize it before your precious Dean gets hurt.”

Bad, bad company til the day I die

With an angered scream, you grabbed a plate and hurled at Lavina’s head. She caught it and held it out in front of her. Clicking her tongue, she let it fall to the floor. The sound of the ceramic shattering made you jump.

“Don’t worry. You’ll know how to find me.” The pieces cracked under her boots as she walked across the kitchen and vanished down the hall.

You were shaking- from rage or from terror, you didn’t know. The image of your reflection back at the police station had been haunting your thoughts ever since. You had yet to look into another mirror out of fear of what you’d see. Lavina was right. Whatever Amara had brought back, it wasn’t you.

Sam was surprised when Jody told him to meet her at the station rather than at her house. Maybe Dean was right. Something just felt off about this whole thing. Dean’s whole body was tense, his eyes scanning every part of the room, expecting to see a monster ready to pounce.

“There you boys are.” Jody let out an exasperated sigh and pulled both Winchesters into a hug. Both could tell how freaked she was. Sam pushed back and put his hands on her shoulders.

“Jody, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. There’s just… there’s a different problem back at my house.”

“Is something wrong with Alex? Or Claire?”

“No, no. It isn’t them. Alex has been taking a nursing course in Rapid for the past two weeks and god knows where Claire is.” She ushered them into her office and closed the door. “No, this is… weirder. It’d be best for you guys to just see for yourselves, but I wanted to prep you first.”

“Prep us for what?” Dean asked, that deep feeling in his gut returning. Jody looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

“For what you’re going to see.”

“Jody, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t explain it. I don’t know what happened. One minute I’m dealing with a couple of pot-smoking kids and the next I’m getting a call from a friend of mine saying that…” She took a deep breath to keep from rambling. “Like I said, it’s better for you to just go and see her yourselves.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look and Dean’s forehead creased with confusion.

“Her?”

Cas stood alone, looking out on the vast lake before him. His search was getting him nowhere and nothing was helping with the visions. Everywhere he looked, he saw hands slick with your blood. Every car horn or singing bird was replaced by your screams. He was supposed to be your friend. Lucifer used that against him.

“Cas, please I know you’re in there somewhere.” You cried, just earning another punch to the gut.

“I’ve got to admit, you’re holding up a lot better than Dean ever did down here. Only took him 30 years to give in. It’s been, what, 300 for you?” He blew out a low whistle. “For a while, I liked having Crowley as my chew toy, but when I found out you were down here, man I just couldn’t resist.” He laughed as he ran his finger down your bloody arm.

“Cas…” You pleaded, screaming when he drew a blade down your face, just missing your eye. Blood dripped from your temple, making it hard to see You were used to pain by now, but this was different. This was looking at the face of your friend and seeing only malice.

“Lavina told you about good old Dean getting ganked by Metatron, right?” Cas’ gave you a fake pout. No, not Cas. Lucifer. “I mean, come on. Metatron? Of all the angels in heaven that’s the one that quote-unquote ‘Michael’s Sword’ bites the bullet for?” He laughed picking something up from the table. “I guess that’s not really the right expression, right? His death went a little more like this.”

He shoved the angel blade deep into your chest and your mouth fell open, but no scream came out. He grabbed you by the hair and lifted you up so his lips were by your ear.

“All of this- the suffering and the torture- was for nothing. You saved Dean only for him to die a few months later. You’re death meant nothing. You mean nothing.” When he let you go, you fell to the floor, held up only by the chains on your wrist. Your blank eyes stared back up at him. Not that it mattered. You’d be awake soon enough for him to start over.

When they got to Jody’s house, Dean had one hand on his pistol and the other clenched at his side. Sam stood up a little too straight, clearly on edge from whatever lay beyond that door. Jody turned the key and the three went inside. When Jody got to the kitchen, however, her face fell.

“Damnit.” She muttered, pulling out her own weapon. The boys joined her, looking down at the shattered plate on the floor. Sam and Dean went to search other rooms in the house while she cautiously opened the back door and peaked out into the yard. With a sigh, she holstered her gun. “Out here, boys!”

Sam was first, but he froze on the spot. He just stared, eyes wide and heart pounding. Dean had to push past him to get out the door. When he did, that feeling in his gut made him sick to his stomach. The last time he saw that face, it was being torn apart.

You dropped the whiskey bottle into the grass and felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was finally here.

“Dean…” You gasped, wanting to reach for him, but you couldn’t move. You were frozen under his glaring eyes. It wasn’t until his pistol was aimed at your head that you snapped out of it.

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such-a-common-girl · 7 years

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“The Hunt” Casifer x Reader

Words: 2,065

Casifer (Lucifer) x Reader

Request: Can I request a reader x casifer one shot where he and the Winchesters get injured on a hunt (the reader stayed behind to do research). And when they come back the reader helps patch them up but casifer gets very jealous that she is helping/touching/paying attention to the Winchesters?

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, wounds from getting hurt, talk of sex, jealous lucifer, implied smut

“Please tell me you’ve found something useful.” Dean mumbles over the phone, sounding slightly drunk. You can hear people in the background talking loudly, indicating that they may be at a bar.

“I’m not finding anything in the books. I don’t know. You need to give me more time.” You groan, flipping to the next page of the lore books.

Sam, Dean, and Lucifer (who was currently preoccupying Castiel’s body) were out on a hunt. Lucifer demanded to be taken along, since he was a “viable member of the group.” They got to the place where the killings have been happening yesterday, and you know that Lucifer is driving them crazy. Dean has barely any patience when it comes to that man, and it’s leading to both him and Sam rushing you to figure out what it is that they’re hunting. They’ve only been gone one day and Dean is already overly annoyed with Lucifer.

“Just please hurry, alright? I can’t- I swear to god, I don’t even care that you’re occupying Castiel’s body right now, you need to fucking stop or I will stab you.” Dean hisses at Lucifer, making you giggle slightly. “Y/N, figure it out, or I’m making him stay with you while we do this hunt.”

“He’s not that bad. You need to be nice- he’s helping us with Amara, after all.” You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see it. “But, yes, I will pick up the pace. I’ll call you once I figure it out.”

“Thanks.” The line cuts off. You sigh, setting down your phone and going back to research.

You’ve been hunting with the Winchester boys for years now- they’re practically your brothers, and you consider them your family. Your mother and John had a “thing” in the past, before the both of them died. They both denied it, saying that the only reason John was always over at the house was because they were helping each other with hunting things, but right before your mother died she admitted to you that he was the love of her life.

Spending most of your teenage and young adult years with Sam and Dean, you three became close. Three peas in a pod, John and your mother called you. Once both of your parents died, the three of you just sort of migrated back together again and now are permanent hunting partners.

“Finally!” You yell out loud once you finally find what you were looking for in your lore books. You grab your phone and frantically type in Dean’s number, hoping he wasn’t already asleep (or passed out from getting drunk.)

“I know you weren’t calling for me, but I’m better than Dean, so I don’t think you’ll mind talking to me, right?” Castiel’s voice rang out through the phone, although it was definitely not Castiel saying that. The poor little angel would blush just looking at you, nevertheless flirting.

“Lucifer, how do you even have Dean’s phone?”

“He’s out on a one night stand. Accidentally left his phone on the bar. I thought I would just be the amazing friend that I am and keep it safe for him. Why, you calling for phone sex or something?”

“You’re hilarious.” You mumble. “I’ll just call Sam.”

“Both brothers, huh? You’re such a dirty-“

“I’m going to hang up on you.” You grit your teeth. Lucifer loves to tease you about anything and everything, whether it be something truthful or just a plain lie.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Look, if you found out what we’re hunting over here, feel free to tell me. I can pass the message along.”

“It’s a basilisk. You need to be careful, if you look at it, it can kill you from just a glance. The only way to kill it is to hold a mirror in front of its eyes, to make it look at itself. Or a rooster, some of the lore says that the crow of a rooster will petrify it. I don’t know where you’re going to find a rooster... Just… Be careful, okay? Please. None of you can get hurt. Don’t look at it.” You say.

“Care about me, too, huh?” Lucifer teases.

“I’ll take that back if you keep on messing with me.”

“Wouldn’t want that. Well, I will pass the message along to Sam and Dean.” He says before hanging up.

You can’t help but feel nervous; basilisk are vicious monsters, and they have no mercy for anything. You’re afraid that something is going to happen to them, that they’ll get hurt, or worse- killed.

“Y/N!” Sam yells as he opens the door to the bunker, waking you up from your sleep. It was the next morning, and you had fallen asleep at some point the night before. You were waiting for a phone call from one of the boys, hoping for good news, but after you didn’t hear anything you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

“Are you guys okay? What happened?” You jump off the couch, running over to them. They were all alive- thank god- but they looked pretty badly beat up. Dean had bruises forming all over his body and a decent sized cut on his arm. Sam had a gash on his stomach, which was already patched up, but you could tell it was bad. Lucifer looked the best out of all of them- only a few bruises here and there.

“The mirror didn’t work.” Dean took a sharp breath as he tried to sit down on the kitchen table. “We almost died, but then Lucifer over here distracted it while we got away. Apparently, basilisks don’t kill the Devil.”

“Told you I was a viable asset to the team. Am I a part of the squad now?” Lucifer says dramatically.

“Anyways,” Dean shoots a glare at him. “While he was distracting it, it’s damn tail whacked me and Sam into a glass window that was two stories off the ground. That hurt like a bitch. When we got back up there, the thing was dead. Lucifer killed it, although he still won’t tell us freakin’ how. You know, I really hate you, even though you saved us.” The last part was directed at Lucifer.

“Okay, that doesn’t matter right now. Stay here, I’m going to clean your cuts.” You walk into the hall closet, opening up to get your medical supplies. There was no doubt that Sam was going to need stitches, and both of the boys were going to need ice packs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for doing this stuff for us.” Dean says when you come back into the kitchen, ready to clean them up.

“Yeah, seriously, Y/N. I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Sam pipes in.

You can see Lucifer clenching his jaw slightly, not keeping his eyes off of you the entire time. You ignore it, and pay attention to Sam and Dean.

“It’s really not a big deal. I love you guys, obviously I will do anything for you.” You shrug your shoulders, pouring hydrogen peroxide onto a gauze pad and placing it over Dean’s cut. He hisses slightly, but relaxes after a minute.

You continue to work on Sam and Dean, the stitches you give Sam being the worse part. You knew it was hurting him and you hated that, but it needed to be done.

Lucifer was oddly quiet the entire time. Usually, he is a sarcastic, loud mouthed dickhead every time you around him, but this was different. Every time you touched one of the boys, a look would cross his face that you couldn’t quite read. He would clench his jaw, either looking away or looking directly at you. He wouldn’t say one word when you gave him a quizzical look, until eventually he just huffed and walked out.

“What’s going on with him?” You ask Sam. Dean had gone back to his room about half an hour ago, and now that Lucifer had stomped out, it was just the two of you.

“It’s Lucifer. There’s not a reasonable explanation I can give you.” Sam laughs softly.

You finish patching him up and he thanks you, walking off to bed as well. It’s the morning, but none of them got any sleep last night and they were all exhausted. Being a hunter is hard work.

You set all your supplies back into their rightful place in their box, walking back over to the closet and setting it on the shelf. You’re about to go back out into the hallway when you feel someone pressed up behind you, making you jump.

“What the fuck,” you turn around, seeing Lucifer standing behind you. He looked cute, you’ll admit. His hair was slightly messed up, and he was smiling down at you like you were the light of his life. You’ve never seen him look this way before.

What has gotten into you?

“Did I scare you?” He raises an eyebrow, stepping into the closet with you further and shutting the door behind him. It was a tight fit, and both of your chests are pressed up against each other.

“No. I don’t get scared.” You say, getting nervous. You’ve never been this close to him before, but what makes you more nervous is that you’re allowing yourself to like it.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He laughs, using his nickname on you. He normally says that just to piss you off, knowing that you hate it. He always says it in such a tone that makes it you want to punch him in the face.

“Mind telling me why you just locked us in here?” You change the subject.

“I didn’t like seeing you pay so much attention to Sam and Dean tonight. I was hurt, too, and you didn’t even look at me once.”

“You had one bruise.” You roll your eyes. “Their injuries were much worse than yours. They got pushed off a second story window, Lucifer.”

“It’s not that… I don’t like seeing you touch them so much, it makes me, what’s the word…”

“Upset?”

“I think jealous is the word.” Lucifer frowns. “You make me crazily jealous. I wanted to kill them both for looking at you that way.”

“I, uh,” You’re at a loss for words. “Why are you jealous, exactly?”

Lucifer looks down at you, glancing down at your lips. You can’t believe this is actually going to happen- you’ve imagined it a few times, you won’t lie. But that was a part of you that you desperately tried to hide and keep deep down. You didn’t even like admitting to yourself that you harbored feelings for Lucifer himself.

His lips crash against yours, kissing you roughly. You kiss him back almost instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you jumped up onto him.

Lucifer presses your back up against the wall, removing your shirt as he kisses your neck.

“No, no,” You break away, feeling slightly guilty. “This is wrong.”

“Is it, though?” He cocks his head to the side. “I’ve been inside your dreams, princess. I know you’ve dreamed about this exact moment. Me pressing you up against the wall, fucking you until you can’t walk the next day…”

“Oh.” Your cheeks go red.

“Just made me want you more.” He smirks. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since the moment I saw you. You’re fucking gorgeous. I just want you all to myself…”

“Fuck it.” You whisper, crashing your lips up against his once more.

“Nuh-uh,” He pulls away. “If this is going to happen, it’s not gonna be here. I just wanted to see you get all flustered first. Let’s go somewhere a little more… private.”

You blink, and you’re suddenly in your bedroom. Lucifer smirks at you, and locks the door behind him.

“Now, let’s act out some of those fantasies of yours, yeah?”

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