Sighing, you ran your hand along the books in the Bunker's library. Three other books were already resting in the crook of your other arm, making you fidget slightly with them because of the weight. Your fingers found the spine of a leather bound book with a latin title that roughly translated to 'of angels and fire'. You added it to the rest of your pile and set-more like dropped-them down on a table, taking one and opening it up as you sat. Dust pillowed as you did so making you cough. The paper was old and wearing and you squinted, trying to read the smeared ink translation along the sides and bottom of the pages. You would have thought the Men of Letters would have translated the works more carefully or at least more efficiently but perhaps that was just the nerd in you leaking out a bit. Dean had always laughed at you and Sam for your affinity for Lore but even he was glad for it when a hunt needed a lot of research. You had spent the last week in the bunker and the majority of that time was spent in the library.
"And here we find (y/n) in her natural habitat," Lucifer caught your attention with his mocking narration and you looked up at him with your best 'bitch face.' He sauntered over to your table and leaned forward so that when you looked up you were awkwardly close to his face.
"What do you want Lucifer," You cracked a smile at him, he was often annoying but you didn't really mind having him there. Oddly enough, you had started to think of him as a friend, "I'm working."
"Ahh, I didn't think Dean and little Sammy had a case," You realized the slip of tongue and looked back up at him from your book.
"Reading then, Luce," He smiled at you and leaned back. He kind of liked the nicknames that you gave him. You glanced up at him just as he decided to flick his tongue over his lips.
"I'm bored," He shook his shoulders dramatically and leaned forward again, a bit closer this time so you could feel his breath on your forehead, "I wanna have a little fun, this place sucks the life out of you," He finally moved back and you looked back up at him, quirking your eyebrow.
"Sorry this place 'sucks the life out of you'," you said sarcastically, "But I'm reading, maybe we could do something later," He looked at you with surprise briefly evident on his face before twisting his features back into fake annoyance and sighing.
"I'm starting to think you're Samantha's long lost twin," he groaned as he walked out of the library, disappearing down the hallway. You returned your attention to the book for a moment but eventually closed it with a sigh and leaned forward, rubbing your face with your hands. It had been a few weeks since you caught a leed on Gabriel. You had thought he died. You had mourned him but despite your best efforts you couldn't really say you had moved on. Apparently he was captured by someone name Asmodeus but you weren't sure exactly who or what that was, how long ago Gabriel was captured, or what exactly had been done to him. It drove you nearly insane feeling so close to finding him but not knowing enough about the situation to take action. That was why you decided to spend your time pouring over the books in the library. You needed to find out everything you could about Asmodeus. Granted, you knew you could ask the boys but you didn't want them to know. They didn't have the fondest memories of Gabriel and they were always very protective of you. You couldn't risk them interfering. It mattered too much. It was just happenstance that led you to becoming best friends with an archangel over five years ago but you were glad that you had. You sighed again and tapped your fingers on the book's cover. God, it had really been that long since you met him. I smile ghosted over your lips as you thought over your first interaction.
"Can I help you mam?" the young cashier chimed from behind the counter. Her dark hair was cut just below her chin line, allowing you to see the flesh toned band aid on the side of her neck.
"No thank you, just looking," You gave her a curt smile before disappearing within one of the isles. It was a relatively cute candy store, completely unassuming and slightly vintage with glass jars of candy lining the walls. You pretended to shop, filling a small plastic bag with various treats when the bell on the front door chimed, catching your attention. You peaked around the shelf to see a short sandy haired man stride in with an odd grin on his face. He tipped his head as if he was wearing a hat to the cashier and vanished into the isle right in front of yours. You returned your attention to the jars, moving along the isle, deciding rather arbitrarily which to fill your bag with. You jumped as a pair of whiskey eyes met yours in between the colorful jars. As soon as you had seen them they disappeared only for the man to peak the side of the isle to yours.
"Hiya Cupcake," He smiled with just his head visible but righted himself and made his way over to you.
"Hi," you returned quickly, glancing back to the cashier as she left the counter and disappeared through a door in the back of the store that you assumed led to a sort of storage portion of the shop.
"I'm Gabriel," he introduced himself, making you turn your eyes back to him, who had gotten a bit closer to you with a wide grin still on his face. You nodded in acknowledgement. There was something almost mischievous in his expression that was a bit contagious. The rustled a bit as if someone turned the nob but when you looked it hadn't opened.
"Probably best to keep an eye on her, I'm betting on a least five Vamps back there," You looked at him in disbelief. Shit, you clutched the strap of your backpack tightly, ready to swing it if you needed to in order to grab your machete you had hidden in it. He saw you tense and chuckled, lifting both hands in a surrender motion, "calm down, none of my pearls are particularly pointy," He smiled widely so you could see all of his teeth. Your grip loosened but your glare still held all of its suspicion.
"You're a hunter?" You questioned.
"Not exactly but you'll be needing that machete soon cause-" He was cut off by the sound of a small explosion in the room behind the counter. Sure enough, the cashier and five others flooded out, most of them bent over in coughing fits. You wasted no time in grabbing your machete and running out from behind the shelf, dropping your bag of candy. Two of them caught your eye through coughs, their fangs immediately showing as they lunged for you. Dodging the first one, she crashed into the shelf behind you, making them all fall like dominoes, the jars smashing on the tile floors and the various sweets spilling everywhere. You kicked the second one directly in the chest before swinging hard, connecting the machete with his neck. It got stuck and brief panic shown in your eyes as you saw another charging you from the side. Pulling with everything you had, it finally released and you turned to the large man running toward you. You braced yourself but the Vampire suddenly stopped, his eyes developing a blank stare before his head fell off completely, revealing a blood splattered Gabriel behind him. You wasted no time, finishing the job with the previous Vamp and making your way to the partially conscious Vamp who had crashed into the shelfs. Your eyes darted up, as you gripped the machete tight but the other two and the cashier were lying dead on the ground. You sighed and leaned over to catch your breath. You nodded at Gabriel who hadn't even broken a sweat but instead looked slightly annoyed.
"Well, I'm not gonna say that wasn't badass, cupcake, but I just came for some fun," He looked around the store a moment, "And the candy."
"Most of it's probably on the floor but if you pick through the glass I'm sure there's plenty of candy," you quipped and he grinned at you, placing a lollipop in his mouth, which was odd given that you hadn't seen him pick up or unwrap one.
"(Y/N)," you finally returned his introduction, extending a hand to him. He shook your hand firmly and popped the lollipop out of his mouth.
"Pleasure," he winked.
You had retired to your room in the bunker for about an hour when your heard knocking on your door.
"Ya," you called out, pausing your music that was playing on your phone from the side table.
"Movie night," Dean's excited voice sounded from the other side of the door. You smiled and opened the door to find him grinning down on you as he leaned on the doorway.
"Who's pick?" you asked.
"Mine," he grinned wider and you groaned, "Oh, come one I had to sit through Sam's weird sci-fi movie and your Rocky Horror whatever that was, It's my turn." He turned to walk down the hallway.
"Your turn to torture me," You called after him laughing. He turned on his heels so he could smile at you and then continue to walk down the hallway. You returned to your room to swipe the fuzzy blue blanket off of your bed before making your way to the area of the bunker was probably once used for meetings. The chairs on one side of the long wooden table had been moved to the other side so that two small couches could fit in the space and an older tv was set on the table facing them. One of the couches was meant for three but you figured out quickly that this meant regular sized people and not the giants you found yourself with so you had hauled the other two-seater couch from an unused room somewhere in the back of the bunker. Sam was already reclined on the larger couch, bickering about something with Dean who was popping a disk into the dvd player beside the tv. You tossed your blanket on the couch and turned to them
"I'll grab the popcorn and the beer," Sam smiled at you as you turned to walk back to the kitchen. Sam had already put the popcorn bag in the microwave so the alarm went off just seconds after you walked in. You grabbed the bag a bit too quickly, burning your hand, "Ahh shit," You cursed under your breath as you snapped your hand from the bag.
"Careful," Lucifer warned from his leaning position against the back wall. You glared at him, grabbing the bag more carefully this time and emptying it into a bowl and skillfully retrieving three bottles from thee fridge with a single hand.
"We're watching a movie. It's Dean's turn to pick so there's no way it isn't a western but sometimes they're so bad they're good." Lucifer frowned at you as if the notion itself was ridiculous.
"Come on," you picked up the popcorn bowl and stopped beside him on your way out, "You said you were bored. It's probably not what you had in mind but it's something," You moved passed him and handed the beers to Sam and Dean, setting your own on the floor next to your seat and settling into the couch with the popcorn in your lap. To your surprise you saw Lucifer following behind you and he took his seat beside you on the couch. Both Sam and Dean gave him an odd look for a moment but Dean pressed play on his movie and dropped down next to Sam, taking a long draw from his beer. Your legs were criss-crossed so that they slightly overlapped with Lucifer's as the movie began and you ate a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl.