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But the man lying on the ground didn't answer. In fact, he didn't even move.

“Ey, you hear me?” Dean said and was obviously getting angry at being ignored.

“Dean, I think he's unconscious,” Sam said and slowly walked over to the man only to flinch and retreat when he recognized him. “Lucifer.” he murmured and shot a glance towards Dean. The older Winchester gave him a knowing nod back and then he turned to you.

“(Y/N), Sam and I are going to give you some back up again. You get closer to him, see if he's playing any tricks. Make sure it's him.”

At any other time you would have argued that they were using you as bait or that this probably was a suicide mission, but you had seen the immense fear on Sam's face when he had recognized the devil and you understood that Dean didn't want to leave his brothers side.

So, instead of bitching about it, you started to make your way over to the still unconscious figure. As you got closer you were able to see that he was in his old vessel, which you had seen before, but only for a short while. You had to admit that you much preferred him in some humans body and not possessing your friend Castiel. When you were about five feet away from him you stopped and turned your head to see what the brothers were doing. Both of them were still standing in the distance, pointing their guns at Lucifer, even though all of you knew that those wouldn't be of much use if the devil actually decided to harm you.

Carefully you sneaked to Lucifer’s right side and crouched down slightly.

“Lucifer,” you began, not really having a concrete plan what to do or actually say what to do or say, “Hey, Lucifer,” you said again, much firmer this time. But the fallen angel didn't react.

“For fuck's sake! LUCIFER!” you snapped annoyed and pushed his body. Two gasps could be heard from where the Winchesters were standing.

“(Y/N)!” Sam looked worried “Be careful!”

You ignored his statement and turned to the man lying in front of you again. Only now you noticed how broken he seemed to be. Not even in the metaphorical sense, but quite literally. His vessel seemed atrociously damaged and he wasn't healing at all. Lucifer's hair was slightly longer than it used to be, but not even close to Sam's hair length of course Sam's hair length of course. However, it was disheveled and some strains stuck to his skin because he was sweating profusely. You noticed how his breathing had sped up and how his eyes seemed to be rolling behind his still closed lids.

Without thinking too much about it, you laid one of your hands on his forehead only to notice that he was definitely hotter than he was supposed to be.

“Guys! It's him. And he's sick.” you let the brothers know.

“Yeah, no joke (Y/N). He's the devil, of course, he's sick.” Dean joked and walked over to you with Sam following him close behind.

“He's burning up and not responding to anything,” you said calmly, ignoring Dean's pun. You didn't exactly worry about Lucifer since the two of you didn't have a great relationship to start with, but he remained dangerous to you so it was better to be careful.

“So, you're gonna nurse him back to health, (Y/N)?” Sam suggested and you shot him a glare. “It was what Chuck said, right?” he continued.

“We don't even know if that's what he meant, Sam,” you replied quickly. “And as I said before, this would surely be a suicide mission. Lucifer is probably still unsafe to be around, even when he's sick.”

Dean seemed like he wanted to tune in on the conversation, but he didn't because Lucifer suddenly started coughing and moving, which caused all of you to take a few steps back.

The fallen angel opened his eyes about half way before closing them again. He seemed to murmur something in a language you couldn't understand and then he drifted into an unconscious state once again, his whole body collapsing. For a moment, none of you dared to move or speak, but then you broke the silence with a sigh.

“Okay guys, can you carry him to a bed or something?”  

“(Y/N) are you insane? What if he wakes up and -”

“I'm pretty sure that this oversized chicken here won't do much damage in his current state,” you said, interrupting Dean and rolling your eyes at him. Sam and his brother exchanged a few glances and then proceeded to pick Lucifer up. Sam held him under the arms, while Dean carried his legs. Both brothers were fairly muscular but seemed to have trouble carrying the angel.

“Is an angels grace as heavy as lead? Or why the fuck do angels weigh so much?” Dean complained while Sam was just trying to hurry up so he didn't have to touch Lucifer anymore.

They carried him into the library because they had set up a sofa there a few months prior and no one thought it would be a good idea to give Lucifer his own room.

Once they had almost reached the couch, Deans phone started ringing.

He immediately responded and picked up, letting Lucifer's legs fall to the ground and leaving Sam with all the weight.

“Cas?” Dean answered the phone quickly and seemed to forget his surroundings altogether.

Sam was struggling to keep himself upright as he dragged the unconscious man to the sofa. You hurried to his side, trying to help him but he had already roughly placed Lucifer on it and then quickly hurried out of the room, possibly to catch his breath outside.

You took the time to take in the angel's form once more. He was still sweating a lot. 'Probably a fever,' you thought, 'Do angels even get fevers?'. Sam had carelessly put him on the piece of furniture which you could understand in all honestly, but you still decided to arrange him comfortably and to get him a blanket. Just now you noticed that Dean had left the room.

After you had retrieved a blanket from a storage room nearby, you loosely placed it over the sick man and tucked it in at the sides. Then you grabbed him under the arms and heaved him upwards a little, so he was at least laying straight.

By doing this, you had unfortunately messed up the blanket again so you went to his side once more and leaned over his body to secure it again. As you reached over his chest to grab the cover, a harsh and powerful force knocked you back and you landed on your behind just about two feet away from where you had been standing.

Shocked you stared at Lucifer who had suddenly opened his eyes.

“Don't fucking touch me, you hairless ape!” he snapped before coughing. The man fell back as soon as he attempted to get up and groaned. “I'll kill my father for putting me through this,” he stated angrily before shooting you a glare. “And I'll kill you as well if you don't get the fuck out of my face.”

Anger rose up in you. No man or woman, no not even the freaking devil was going to treat you like this and you were going to show him how things worked around here.

Determined to make him pay you towered over him as you began ranting.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You're not going to do anything! You probably can't even kill me if you wanted to! Hell, I've seen you throw humans across gigantic rooms and now you can only manage to barely knock me over? Look at yourself buddy, you're being pathetic! Chuck made you weaker and you're going to have to deal with that! You know, I thought I'd be real fucking nice and help you a little, seeing as you've been screwed over by your Dad again, but now? You can kindly go fuck yourself, leave the bunker and cure yourself on your own if you can't at least be a little bit polite!”

Alerted by the noise, both brothers stormed into the library in the middle of your little rant. They stood on the side, careful not to disturb you. Lucifer wore an emotionless expression on his face, though you could swear you saw short flashes of anger and defeat in his eyes.

After you had finished, it was quiet in the room for a moment. The atmosphere, however, remained extremely tense and you could have sworn one would have been able to cut the tension with a knife.

“Dean, are you still there? What happened?” Castiel's muted voice broke the silence.

“Yeah, I'm here. Your brother and (Y/N) were just having a little – disagreement,” he answered, still on the phone with Castiel.

“Where is he?” you asked the older brother.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and answered you a moment later, “Close to Mount Logan. In Yukon, Canada.”

“Well at least we knew it was going to be close to mountains.” you sighed. “How long is it going to take you to get him back?”

Dean turned to Sam and raised an eyebrow, “That's almost 3.000 miles, (Y/N). Ten days at least, probably close to 15.”

“(Y/N),” Sam whispered, “can I talk to you outside for a second?”

You simply nodded and followed him outside, where he sat down on the hood of the impala and you leaned against it.

“Do you think you can handle him for that long?” he asked you.

“He'll be annoying, but I think he won't be able to do much in his condition. Just hurry up will you?” you smiled at him, “And be careful out there, there's other moose in Canada.”

Sam grinned widely at your joke and hugged you.

“Make sure to call us if anything happens, alright?”

“Yes, I will. And I'll be in bed by eight every night and I won't be eating anything else but your rabbit food, alright?” you joked, but to be honest, the idea of spending the next two weeks alone in the bunker with a sick and bratty archangel wasn't all that appealing to you.

Sam and you walked back inside the bunker, where Dean had already packed some things for the trip he and Sam would be taking. When he heard you enter the room he looked up at you.

“He fell asleep moment after you left (Y/N). Whatever he has caught, it must be real bad. Make sure you don't get that, alright?” he said as he hugged you.

“Yeah Dean and you go and find Cassie and bring him back in one piece.” You smiled at him, “I'll keep an eye on Lucifer. Chuck probably wanted me to do that so he doesn't start another apocalypse, right?”

“Probably” Dean snickered “but I doubt anyone as sick as he is can do that anyways. We'll leave right now. Will you be alright?”

“I am a big girl, Dean. I can handle myself.”

“Oh, I know (Y/N). I'm just worried you won't be able to handle the devil in our library.”

~TO BE CONTINUED~

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