It had been about a week since I realized I might have slight feelings for Lucifer. I tried to push myself to doubt it but I couldn't help but feel like I liked him more than a friend. We were currently at a party that was not in LUX and I was trying to find Lucifer, not exactly paying very much attention to where I was going due to thinking.

I can't like Lucifer. Can I?

I found the room he was in, most likely because someone wrote Lucifer on it with red marker. I went over what I would tell him in my head. I'd never had a true crush so I wasn't exactly sure how to deal with it, but I came up with what I would tell him in my head and had rehearsed it many times while looking. I put my hand on the doorknob and walked in.

"Lucifer I need to-" I started before seeing him, shirtless, on top of a blonde girl. I quickly shut the door and turned around. My heart felt like it had just been struck with lightening. Very depressing lightening.

Silly girl, thinking he'd actually like you back. I thought. I started walking down the hall before running into somebody, a man. He had short dirty blonde hair and wore a black T-shirt under a button up under a leather jacket, jeans and boots. He was about 6'1 and had green eyes. I looked up to him and something happened that I didn't think I'd ever do. I grabbed his leather jacket and pulled him to me.

"Make me feel something." I said, smashing my lips onto his. He went with it and put his hands around my waist as I put mine around his neck. I pulled him into the nearest empty room and onto the bed.

"Someone's quick." he said in a deep husky voice and I continued kissing him. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and I realized what I was doing. I backed up and stared at him.

"I am so sorry." I said and put my hands to my face. This is not the way to get over someone.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to." he said.

"Thank you. I'm Angel." I said.

"I'm Dean." he said. I nodded and laid down next to him.

~

"What did you do?!" I woke up to yelling. I opened my eyes and all the memories from the previous night came back. I notice Dean wasn't with me and sat up. I saw Lucifer holding Dean up on the wall.

"Lucifer, stop." I said and he dropped Dean. He turned around and walked over to me.

"What did you do with him last night?" he asked.

"Nothing. I stopped. We did nothing." I said.

"Do you not realize how-" he started but stopped himself and sighed. "Come on, we're leaving." he pulled me up and dragged me out, not before I gave Dean a sad smile. I felt a pain on my wrist before noticing Lucifer was pulling on my scars.

"Lucifer." I said and he stopped. He turned to me and loosened his grip. I pulled my hand away and rubbed my arm where he'd opened up a couple old scars, but not letting him see.

"What?" he asked.

"What's your problem. You're always all up for sex and I almost do it and you think it's horrible." I said. He stared at me before pulling me into a room.

"You're an angel, that means your virginity is the purest and most precious thing you have," he said and I frowned. "What?" he asked.

"You just automatically assume I'm a virgin." I said.

"Yes, of course you are, most people, especially angels, wait until they meet the right people to give that away," he said and I looked down. A tear ran down my cheek and I wiped it. "What? Why?"

"You know, not everybody loses their virginity on their own account." I said and looked back up to him. He looked at me shocked before pitiful before pissed.

"Who?" he asked and I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter now-" he cut me off by throwing a lamp.

"It always matters!" he yelled and I shook my head.

"Lucifer," he turned to me. "I don't matter." I said. He stared at me before walking forward.

"Why would you say that?" he asked.

"Because it's the truth. I was disowned fro my damn homophobic Christian family, raped, and failed all my classes. I can never get anything, anything right. Lucifer, be honest, do you even care about me?" I asked.

"Are you bloody blind?!" he asked, yelling. I jumped slightly. "You think I don't care about you?!" he yelled. I sat still as he continued shouting. "You know what? If you doubt I care about you then will this knock some sense back into your forgetful head?" he asked and grabbed my shirt, pulling my up to his lips. I stood up and on my tippy toes as he held me up. I forgot we were in another persons room until he backed away and I stared at him wide eyed. He still looked angry but it looked as if most of his anger had flowed away.

"No. No, you-you do that with a lot of girls." I tried to reason, not necessarily with him, but more with myself. He groaned and turned around, taking a few steps before turning back around and pointed a finger at me.

"I will take you out to dinner if that will prove to you." he walked up to me.

"Where?" I asked.

"Wherever you want." he said. I made a pen appear and grabbed his hand, writing down a place.

"See you there at eight." I said and vanished, reappearing in my room.

~

A/N So yes, I did base a character off of Dean Winchester and I realized it was really ironic cause someone said she was like the female Cas and so I just made Destiel friggen float and then sink.

QOTD: On a scale of 1-10 how did you feel about the season finale?

ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN I THOUGHT IT WAS ELEVEN little whovian joke there...

Thanks for reading.

Hope you liked it.

Goodbye for now my lovelies.

~Mythicality