#past!deanxreader

“I figured since you're now on team hell-” Lucifer grabbed himself a clean glass and reached for the bottle of whiskey in front of Dean.

“I'm not on team anything. Get that through your head.” Dean snatched the bottle out of Lucifer's reach and downed what was left in his glass before pouring another.

“Apparently you're with Crowley. I promise you I'm more fun.” he winked.

“I don't give a shit about Crowley.”

“Ohh, that's not what I hear.” Lucifer chuckled. “BFFs of the highest order, to hear him tell it.”

“He's delusional.”

“You're not wrong there.” Lucifer snapped his fingers, and Deans bottle of whiskey was now in his hand and he calmly poured himself a drink while Dean glared at him. “Put those black eyes away, we both know they're useless against me.”

“I still have my knife.” Dean snarled, reaching behind his back and under his shirt to grip at the bone handle that pressed against his skin.

“That you do.” Lucifer sighed and downed his drink. “That's why I know you can help me.”

“No.”

“You didn't even hear what I want..” Lucifer mock whined. “It's a win-win. Come on Dean-o. Work with me. Something I want.. something you want… what's good for me is good for you..”

“What could you possibly want that's good for me?”

“Your brother.”

“No.” Dean let go of the knife, reached over and grabbed his bottle back.

“Look. You want him to stop hunting you, and I want my vessel. Help me get him, and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. See? Win - win.”

“No.”

“Oh come on. Don't tell me daddy's little soldier is still following the orders of a dead man.”

“I don’t give a shit about Sam. You want him, go fucking get him yourself.” Dean stood from the bar stool. “We both know he won't let you in anyways.” Dean turned and started to walk away.

“Dean-”

“I said no. End of discussion.”

“He said yes to me once, Dean. I can break him again. I can break you too.”

“Love to see you try.” Dean called over his shoulder before his head went back with the bottle at his lips.

Lucifer smirked. “You're on.”

Dean didn't need to sleep, but it was something he still did out of habit after a night of fucking some bar skank until she all but passed out on him. He began to stir from sleep as he felt the bed shaking under him.  “Dean… wakey wakey Dean.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart..” he turned his head and cracked an eye open, expecting the tall dark brunette he had fucked into oblivion. But what he saw, was you. He hadn't seen you since he left you with Sam. You were staring at him, eyes wet with tears. Confused by the look on your face and the shaking bed, his eyes drifted down.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Lucifer grunted out as he thrust deep in you. “Glad you finally decided to join the party.”

“D-Dean..”

“Wrong name, Princess.” The hand easily engulfed your throat, your mouth opening as you gasped for air. You clawed at his forearm as your face turned red, your lips going numb. You tried to swallow, but his hand tightened.

Dean tried to get up, but he couldn't move. Glancing around, he couldn't see anything holding him down. His eyes went back to your face, then Lucifer’s. “Enough.” he growled out.

“She knew the rules, Dean-o. She knows the punishment.”

“S-s..”

“What's that princess? What are you trying to say?” his face came closer to yours, his hips slamming into yours so hard your head hit the headboard.

“S-so.. rr-y”

“Good girl.” he let go, and you gasped for breath, your back arching off the bed.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Dean was pissed, trying as hard as he might to get his hands up off the bed.

“You asked for this, Dean.” Dean let out a growl, but Lucifer just chuckled as he continued to fuck into you. “You basically dared me to break you.” Lucifer let his nose move over your cheek, and it had Dean’s nostrils flaring. “I’m going to break you, by breaking her.”

“If you think I-”

Dean was cut off by your scream as Lucifer bit into your cheek. Your shoulders shook and lifted off the bed as you cried out. When Lucifer pulled away, and Dean saw the mark on your face, the blood, his eyes went black. The roar that escaped him was like nothing you had ever heard in all the years you had known him. Even Lucifer was surprised, his rhythm lost as he watched.

Dean’s upper body tensed as the roar filled the room, the veins in his arms practically bulging with effort. He was using all the strength he had and you watched with wide eyes as his head lifted off the pillow. Then his shoulders. One inch. Then two. The sound of him only getting louder the angrier he got and the harder he fought to get up, to rip Lucifer limb from limb.

Lucifer reached out, put a hand to Dean’s forehead and shoved him back down. “Down, boy.”

“I’ll fucking kill you. I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”

“Awe, what’s the matter Dean? Mommy didn’t teach you about sharing? Oh right, she didn’t get the time to.” He laughed, and Dean snarled at him. “Princess, how about we go over the rules for our buddy Dean here, hmm?”

You bit your bottom lip and tears moved down the side of your face. “Mhmm.” you nodded, afraid of what would happen if you didn’t.

“What a good girl you are.” Lucifer praised, and you tried to blink away the tears. “Rule number one.” Lucifer thrust in you hard to punctuate the number. “You look at me, or you look at Dean. Your eyes do not close. If they do, you are punished. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

“Rule number two.” Again, an extra hard thrust, this time it made you cry out. “The only sound out of those pretty little lips, is your screams. Unless I say otherwise. Say ‘yes Sir’ if you understand.”

“Yes Sir.” You whimpered.

“Rule number three.” Your head hit the headboard with this thrust. “I’m going to keep fucking you. However the hell I want, holes get no say, and that’s all you are. A bunch of holes. It’s going to get rough, sweetheart.” He stroked a finger over your cheek gently, a complete contrast to everything else he did. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m going to cum inside you, again and again.” You opened your mouth, but his hand covered it. “What did I say?” He growled, and you whined, but closed your mouth. “I’m going to keep filling you until you’re boyfriend here, sorry.. Ex boyfriend, gives me what I want. Do you understand?”

You’re quick to nod, and he removed his hand. His focus on fucking into you again. You breath out a sigh, your eyes closing for a moment, your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep from crying more. And you feel him shift.

“What was rule number one?”

Your eyes fly open as he shifts again, pulling back this time, and you feel cold steel on your hip. “I’m sorry! Please I’m sorry!”

“Oh, two rules broken? Tsk tsk.”

You scream as the knife digs into our lower abdomen on your right side, a straight line down. And then another straight across. You have to stop yourself from begging again. Because that’s all you want to do, beg him to stop hurting you. If he wants to fuck you, fine, you can tune that out, you can take it. But not this. You turn your head, your eyes meeting Dean’s. They’re green again, the green eyes you loved so much, and you see fear there. For a moment, his eyes on yours, there’s fear, that tiny sign of Dean’s humanity buried deep in his eyes.

Then fingers grasp your cheeks, and as you turned away from Dean, his eyes fill with rage. Then you’re looking at blue eyes, cold as steel. “I think I want you looking at me while I hurt you. I love the look on your face when you’re in pain. The desperation to make it stop that fills your eyes.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing over yours softly as he let out a breath and pushed as deep into you as possible. “I wonder if I can get my whole name carved into you, sweetheart. Huh?” He smiled. “You’ve already got the L.”

Dean growled, trying again to get up. “I’m going to fucking rip you apart!”

Lucifer laughed. “And I’m going to make her cum. Yeah, yeah I think I’ll make her cum on my cock while I fill her.” He looked to Dean. “Wanna see how her face contorts in pure bliss one more time? I bet you do, Dean. I bet you fucking miss it. Let’s give him a show, sweetheart.”

He went back on his knees, pulling your hips up to meet his, your ass on his lap and shoulders still against the bed. His hips continued to slap against yours as he pulled you against him. Then one hand left your side, fingers trailing over your abdomen through the blood and leaving a trail of red in their wake. His thumb hit your clit, and your body jolted. He spoke soft praises as his thumb picked up speed, and the short fingernails on his other hand dug into your side.

Looking down your stomach, you could see the L he had carved into your flesh, and the blood that was now starting to run up towards your belly button because of the angle. Your eyes went to his stomach, watching it move as he pushed deep, and then pulled back. You were biting your bottom lip, trying to fight the sounds he was trying to tear out of you.

“Naughty naughty.” He chastised. “I never said to be quiet.” He thrust again, and you cried out. “Oh, what was that I hit?” He did it again, and again you cried out, a hand shooting forward and resting on his abdomen, trying to push him back. “Is that… is that your cervix?” Again he hit it, and again you screamed, head nodding. “I think I’m going to cum right there.. Cum with me.”

His thumb picked up speed and your mouth fell open. You could hear Dean fighting next to you again, cursing under his breath, but you kept your eyes on Lucifer. You could feel something cold creeping into your body, slowly, seeking out every sensitive little spot you had and stimulating it. “Oh..shit..” You whimpered, body shaking as it started stimulating your g-spot as well.

Your nails started digging in to where you hand sat on his abdomen. The other hand grabbed hold of his arm that held your hip. Suddenly both his hands were on your hips, pulling you on him as he fucked you hard, but your clit was still being stimulated along with everything else.

His grace it had to be his grace. And it was holding you on edge. You were so tensed up that it was starting to hurt. It felt like the muscles in your calves were being torn apart. “Please…” You begged. “Lu-L.. Please.. Luci..” Your eyelids were fluttering as you fought to keep them open, eyes trying to roll back. “Please..”

He smiled at the marks your nails were leaving on him, and how enraged Dean was getting about it. The look on Dean’s face when you begged for him was enough to make all this worth it. But he wasn’t even close to done. “I said cum.” He growled out, and finally let you.

You screamed as it hit, your back arching, nails clawing at him. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you bucked against him. The last thing you felt before blacking out, was Lucifer's cock pulsing inside you, right up against your cervix, and his teeth digging into your breast around the nipple.

And then it all stopped.

With a sigh, Lucifer shook his head. “What was rule number one, Dean?” Dean roared again, fighting with all he had, getting up a few inches only to be forced back down. “Don’t close your eyes. And the begging, while a nice touch, was against another rule.” He took hold of the knife again, and carved in a U next to the L, then looked to Dean. “Ready for round two?” Dean’s eyes were black again as he snarled. “Wonder who I’ll break first. You? Or her?”

You were in and out of consciousness for hours, days, you had no idea. You stopped fighting it a long time ago. Stopped trying to push him again, since it only made things worse. He had gotten in your head at some point, figured out your kinks, things that turned you on that not even Dean knew. A few times, you even saw Dean over you and enjoyed yourself, only to see the face shift right after you came. You’d cry, you’d turn your head, and you’d get punished. “Please..” you begged, looking at Dean. “Just give him what he wants.. Please.” You were crying as Lucifer carved an E into you.

“No.”

You squeezed your eyes shut before looking back up at Lucifer. “Just take me.” You told him, giving up completely. “He doesn’t even care anymore. I told you.. I- I told you he wouldn’t.” The bed was moving again, and you were looking up at him. Suddenly his face shifted, showing you Dean’s. “Don’t bother. Just fuck me good and make me forget him.”

He smirked as his face shifted back. He knew that that one little sentence hurt Dean more than anything. As much as he liked to think he was beyond his humanity, it was there, and now it was wounded beyond belief. If anything would break him, it would be that.

Surprisingly enough though, Dean held firm. He seethed, and raged. He fought as hard as he could against the forces holding him down, but he refused to say yes. And it was starting to piss Lucifer off. So he got angry, he took it out on you again. You cries filled the room once more, your tears and blood soaking the bed. And then you blacked out once again.

“You know, Dean..” Lucifer muttered as he carved into your skin again, enjoying the patterns the blood made as it ran this way or that. “When this is all over, you’ll still have your humanity, whether you want to admit it or not. Your self loathing will eat at you. Do you still feel it as a demon?” He glanced over for a moment, meeting Dean’s pitch black eyes, and hummed. “Yeah, I bet you do.” He looked back down at his handiwork. “You’ll feel guilty, Dean. Either you’ll leave her to die, and that will eat at you. Or you’ll try and make it right. If you do try, and if she by chance forgives you for this, because this is your fault, neither of you will ever forget it. Every time you fuck her, you’ll look down and see my name just inches above your cock.” He looked over at Dean again. “I can keep going, Dean. I have all the time in the world. So do you. But not her. And I will not stop until you say yes.”

“Fine..”

The sound was barely audible, even for Lucifer. He furrowed his brow, leaned a little closer, and  made Dean look at him once more. His eyes had turned back to green when they settled on you. “What did you say?”

“I said fine. I’ll do it, I’ll get you Sam. Just.. stop.”

“Good boy, Dean.” He gave Dean a pat on the cheek before getting up off you and out of the bed. “I’ll be watching you.” And then he was gone.

Dean rolled towards you, a hand cupping your pale cheek. You had lost so much blood. With a sigh, he got out of the bed and got dressed. Wrapping you up in a clean blanket, he lifted you out of the bed and headed for the door.

There was a pounding on the door that pulled Sam from his sleep. His head bolted up from the table where he had passed out at the laptop, and he looked up. When another round of pounding started up, he ran.

Pulling open the bunker door, he gasped at the sight of you wrapped in a bloody blanket on the ground. “Jesus Christ…” He lifted you up and looked around. No sign of anyone. Quickly, he hurried in, kicking the door behind him not caring if it closed or not. Not yet. His injured shoulder screaming at the weight of you in his arms. “I got you. Y/N, please be okay.. I got you, I’ll do everything I can, please just hold on.” He muttered as he hurried to put you in Dean’s room. It had always been where you felt safest.

Sam moved through the hall and made his way to his room. Stepping in, he sighed and went for the sink. His hands, his shirt, everything was covered in blood. He had done his best trying to clean you up and stitch what he could, which wasn’t easy with an arm in a sling. He shut his eyes, head hanging down. How could this have happened? Who had done it? And why carve Lucifer into you? Was someone trying to say you were the devil? Had you been possessed?

“You were suppose to protect her.”

Sam eyes shot open, and behind him in the mirror stood his brother. He spun around. “Dean, I-”

“You were suppose to fucking protect her!” Dean’s hand was shaking, knuckles white around the bone handle it held. “I left her with you, Sam! You were suppose to fucking keep her safe!”

“Dean, what’s going on? Who did that to her?”

“Lucifer.” Dean growled out. “Lucifer fucking did it, and I had to watch. Because you couldn’t fucking do one god damn thing right.”

“Why? Why would he do that to her!?” Sam was scared. There was no doubt in his mind that if Dean felt this was his fault, his brother would kill him.

“He’s coming.”

“For what, Dean!?”

“For you.” Dean pointed the knife at him. “All this, was to get to you.”

Sam’s brow furrowed, and then they heard  the tell tale sound of the bunker door slamming. “Sammy! I’m home!”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Dean growled, eyes pitch black as he stormed out of the room.

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