"Ms. [Y/L/N]?" A tall man with long brown hair asked. His hazel eyes glanced around the hospital room's scenery, absorbing the small details he knew all too familiar from past accidents.

"You don't have to be formal with me, Sam. Come in, it's alright," you said, patting a small part of the duvet down, smoothing down the small creases.

"[Y/N], I-I can't believe you survived that. I mean you were on the point of dying in Dean's arms and..." He sat down on a foldable chair that was set by a certain blue-eyed angel. Sam's voice cracked slightly and his nose began to turn a patchy pink.

You sighed and rested a hand on his, "it must have been a miracle of some sorts, I know I shouldn't have survived that- that... What happened exactly?"

Sam sniffles, combing his free hand through his hair and sighing quietly. "Well, we were out on a hunt- we were supposedly hunting an Oexįn, a being that can cure any sickness. Bad thing is, it has to eat the organ that is infected..."

"So you're telling me that-" you looked down to the floor and then back up.

"The Oexįn, it attacked you. I-It's only supposed to attack those who are sick... When we found you, the monster was about to eat your heart... And we shot it before it can do any other harm." Sam laughed nervously then cleared his throat.

"Which means we had to-"

"We had to pry it off you and kill it with a burnt oak staff covered in healthy person's blood-weird right?" Dean said, walking into the room, hands in his pockets. He smiled and strolled into the room, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"Glad to see you up and running, [Y/N], we missed you." Dean smiled, leaning over your [B/T] frame and kissing your forehead.

"I'm happy too, but about that Oexįn, does that mean I'm..." You hesitated to ask, knowing the answer to your question. Sam looked over at Dean and they both sighed arguing if they should tell you or not.

Sam nodded and stared at you, his eyes cloudy with tears. "The uh... The doctor said that you're diagnosed with a rare heart condition that can become fatal if not treated. The bad news is, you haven't been taking any medicine for the past few years and it's become exponentially worse... I'm sorry"

"How much?"

"A few months, if anything maybe a year or so," this time Dean spoke and held your other hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. He seemed as though he wanted to cry, his lip quivered and his head dipped, forcing himself to stay still; he could only shake softly.

A woman appeared at the door, she seemed to be wearing a nurse's outfit and had a cart right next to her, "Excuse me, but visiting hours are over, please, Ms. [Y/L/N] needs her sleep."She knocked on the door and bowed before leaving with a tray.

"Well, we're sorry about that. We'll stroll back here tomorrow, maybe discharge you if you want," Sam asks as he shrugs back his jacket. He turns around and leaves a cell on top of the bedside table, "In case you want to contact us when you feel lonely or feel threatened."

You nod, "I'll rather be out there helping you two instead of being stuck here in this hell,"

The boys raise a brow and give you a questioning look.

"Not literally."

The brothers gave their goodbyes and walked out of the small beige colored room. You sighed and stared out at the wall, trying to relax and accept what may come after a few months. You decide to close your eyes for a few minutes, but it felt like someone was watching you. 

"Hey," someone whispered, "are they gone?"

The lights flicker slightly and cast a dim, yet eery, shadow in the room. A silhouette appears in the corner, a pair of red eyes glowing under the shadow above. A lump grew in your throat as you recognized who it was. He seemed to sense how tense you were and decided to step out from beneath it. Behold, it was the very man... no, the very thing that had made you feel broken and alone. 

After a few seconds, he decided to step forwards again onto the light and stood still once more. You didn't know what he could do to you and you didn't intend to wait to figure out. The knot in your throat finally dissolved and you opened your mouth to scream for the brothers or to anyone really, you didn't want to be stuck in the same room as Lucifer. 

"Heyheyheyhey, shhh," he raised his index finger up to his mouth and reached out the other as if to shush you, "hey, cut it out! Don't scream... please?" 

Your voice gave up and grew hoarse as it shriveled into a soft whisper. Sadly, no one heard the commotion nor did anyone come rushing into the room. Your hands wandered through the sheets, trying to find something to use as a weapon, but nothing came up. You facepalmed as soon as you remembered that you were in a hospital room.

He stepped forward once more and you decided to duck under the covers. 'Curses' you thought. 'I can't believe I'm hiding under stupid covers, Sam and Dean would mock me' 

"Come on, really?" he said sarcastically, "hiding under the cover? Are you five or something? I'm not a big bad monster or anything... oh shit, wait, I am" he chuckles and shuffles closer. 

His voice wavers, becoming more taunting by the second. His feet drag onto the floor as he's getting closer and closer and closer to the bed, then suddenly the room feels empty of his presence. You decide, however, to stay under the sheets. Your eyes widened at the memory that Sam left a cell on the table and thought of contacting him. 'What if Lucifer's still there?' You thought, biting your nail and deciding to give it a shot, after all, you couldn't show him how much of a coward you are. 'Screw it.' You poked your arm out and reached for the cell. 

Suddenly an arm grasped onto the sheets to grab hold of your arm. You shrieked in pain realizing you were more injured than what you had thought of and clenched your jaw shut. He immediately let go however and yanked his hand back as if he'd hurt an injured animal. Maybe that's how he viewed you, a small injured animal that became broken because of the harsh ways of real life. 

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go ruining our moment now." He whispers not knowing how to handle the situation now that you were on the verge of tears. He seemed to have sat down on the bed, feeling the mattress sink down. Steadily, you decided to lift your head up from the covers. The lights were on and you were able to see Lucifer resting on top of your hospital bed. His head was facing the wall to your right. He seemed calm, for the most part. His eyes seemed to have something mischievous in them but seemed hidden behind something else. His head pivoted slightly and glanced over to look at you, his expression becoming soft

"It's about time you let me see your face," he says, scoffing a bit annoyed, yet playing a small smile.

You clench your covers closer to your chest, "Y-You're not hurting me? No stabbing, shackles or abrupt violence?" 

He questions your comment and raises his hand, "oh, did you want that?" He raises his feet up to the bed, Lucifer was now completely on your bed. He sat crisscrossed and placed his elbows on his knees, leaning his head on his palms. You could see his eyes studying your shakey frame, trailing your every small movement. 

"My, aren't you quite the specimen," he mumbles, his smile rising to the surface of his face.

You blush slightly, not knowing what he was doing just sitting there and staring at you. Finally, you gain the courage to actually speak for the first time again. "What-what do you mean by that? Why are you here anyway?"

His eyes open slightly in awe, "Oh, finally you ask the important questions. For the first question, what I mean is that I've never seen anyone so... broken. Your heart is shattered, well, metaphorically anyway. Your soul is very weak, but your meat suit says otherwise. For the second, well I just wanted to see the new recruit of the Winchester family. Before they're gone, you know, they never do last forever."

Shivers run up your spine as he glances over at you, his eyes never seemed colder than now.

"I-"

"Well anyways, mind if I snuggle up with ya? The room's pretty chilly," He smiles at your expression and then erupts in laughter, "oh, don't worry, I just want to share a blanket." Lucifer explains as he plunges his legs and abdomen into the covers. His legs brush up against yours and you scoot them slightly away from his. You could feel how cold he really is and shiver once more. You glance back up and see him just examining your body again.

"So... what's with you?" He asks, his hands snaking back up to hold his chin.

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to live in a sickening meat suit like that?"

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Holy poop, this better have been worth sacraficing my sleep but I don't care.