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"Oh look at you," Moriarty grinned, grabbing a piece of (Y/n)'s hair as she was dragged out of the adjoining room to the sanctuary of the church, "White is such a good color for you. It clashes so well with red, don't you think Seb?"

"Quite, the dress as white as snow. Turning as red as blood."

"Always the poetic, come come, the party is starting," Moriarty sang, walking into the main chapel.

(Y/n) looked down at herself in distaste. The dress would have been nice if she wasn't under the current circumstances. It was down to her knees and flowed nicely. How they knew her size she didn't want to know. There was, one part of the outfit she wanted to burn.

"Come, come, faster, there you go."

(Y/n) stumbled clumsily a few times, the two demons being the only things keeping her on her feet as they walked. She hated this for several reasons. And a reason that was slowly making it's way to the top, was the fact that they put her in heels. Heels. She was not made to operate in heels, she was made for combat boots and shoes that raised her less than five inches.

(Y/n) was sat down on a bench towards the back of the sanctuary. Her hands were duct taped to the sides, her feet to the bottom. Lucifer entered the room silently, a box full of supplies in his hands. He pulled out white chalk first, putting it to the ground. He drew a strange symbol (Y/n) didn't recognize. A mixture of lines, crescent moons, angel banishing spells, and circles.

"You know, I never did anything wrong," Lucifer told (Y/n), causing her to snort. "You laugh but I am very serious. You see, God created angels, and we all loved him more than anything. Then he created humans, sinful, unholy creatures, and told us to love them more than him. I went to God, and told him I couldn't. And because of that, I was sent out of Heaven."

"Oh yeah, I'll trust what the devil says," (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "It's not like he's known for tricking humans or anything."

Lucifer shrugged, pulling out a canister from the box. He uncapped it, sprinkling what looked to be water around the circle. (Y/n) knew better. It was holy oil. One of the few things that could trap and kill angels.

"Not even a little teary eyed?" Lucifer questioned as he pulled out the last thing from the box, a knife, "A single tear? A frown? Pleads for your life?"

"Boring," Moriarty groaned, displeased with the reaction- or lack there of - from (Y/n), "It's always so much better when they're crying. Who has self respect anymore?"

Lucifer turned to Moriarty, putting a hand on the side of his mouth as if to keep (Y/n) from hearing what he was going to say.

"Not a good sign," he tapped his head, "You know, for up here."

Lucifer stepped back, tapping the knife to his jaw in contemplation. Where was he going to use it to kill (Y/n).

"Just kill me," (Y/n) sighed, straightening up in the chair, "I don't care."

"You didn't catch me as that type of person."

(Y/n) snapped, "I don't care, what happens to me anymore. I want this endless fight, chasing monster after monster, to be over. I'm tired of this, tired. You want to take over the world, fine. It's my families fault this happened. So it makes sense we're the first ones to pay the price."

"How...inspiring." Lucifer ran the blade of the knife over (Y/n)'s cheek, "The wrists should do, they'll give more blood on the floor than anything else. Not that it will matter. You're going to have to die for this to work. But, the more blood, the faster."

Lucifer placed the tip of the knife on (Y/n)'s wrist. He began to run it along the vein, breaking the skin.

BANG!

Lucifer stumbled away from (Y/n), looking down at his chest where blood was blossoming. He sighed in annoyance, turning to look at the group that had barged into the room in the middle of his ritual. Sherlock, Mary, and John.

"Rude," Lucifer shook his head. He waved his hand and the group flew back into the nearest wall, "Moriarty."

Moriarty grinned giddily, skipping over to Sherlock first.

"Oh Sherlock," he tutted, "Looks like both of us couldn't bear to stay dead. I hear you've been unraveling my network. Too bad you missed the king."

"Did I?" Sherlock asked, looking behind Moriarty.

Moriarty turned around, his eyes widening. Dean, Sam, and Cas were standing there. Dean raised his gun to Moriarty.

"I usually kill monsters, not humans. But your more one than the other." Dean growled before pulling the trigger.

Moriarty fell limply to the floor. Dean smirked, this was the first time he had ever killed a human intentionally, but there was no guilt whatsoever. Like he had said, he was more monster than human anyways.

"Lucifer," Cas turned to Lucifer, stalking towards him. Lucifer raised his hands innocently.

"You think you can take me on by yourself little brother?"

"No."

Anna, Gabriel, and Michael - currently inhabiting Adam, much to the Winchester's distaste - appeared next to Castiel.

"Hey there bro," Lucifer said to Michael, "Well, sorry to break it to you, but I have some work to get to."

Lucifer turned to (Y/n) and stabbed her in the thigh. (Y/n) screamed out slightly in pain, closing her eyes tightly. Everything turned into chaos. More demons entered the room, the angels sprang for Lucifer, the Winchesters, Sherlock, John, and Mary ran for (Y/n).

"You're gonna be okay sis," Dean assured.

"She can't die," Sherlock took off his scarf, wrapping it around the wound on (Y/n)'s leg, "Not here, not now. The ritual would be complete."

"Moriarty," (Y/n) mumbled, "He...He isn't-He's a demon."

Sherlock looked back to where Moriarty's body should have been. Gone.

"John, and Mary, you need to get her to the hospital. Keep the police away from here." Sam ordered, looking at his twin in worry. "We have to help here."

"Take care of her John," Sherlock cut away the ropes tying (Y/n) to the chair, "Don't let her die...Please."

"I promise."

John nodded, wrapping one of (Y/n)'s arms around his shoulders, Mary doing the same. (Y/n)'s head dipped down as she faded in and out of consciousness. The angels made sure that the demons stayed far away from the three as they fought.

"(Y/n), honey, you need to stay awake." Mary prompted as they made it out of the church, "Um...I wanted to ask you if you would be a bridesmaid at the wedding."

Silence.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)? John!"

"Calling," John pulled out his phone, dialing an ambulance, "We need to get her away from the church."

"Main street is on the next turn. How are we going to explain this John?"  Mary asked, reaching up and taking (Y/n)'s pulse, a tiny thrum beneath her fingertips.

"Investigating a lead, got stabbed in the process." John said into the phone, answering Mary's question as well, "Five minutes! No you need to be here within two."

John ended the call, leaning (Y/n) against the wall. The two could hear sirens faintly in the distance. John took (Y/n)'s pulse again.

"No, no, no," John frantically began to perform CPR, "I promised him...I promised."