You had never been anything special. You where just another random, human women, just another hunter. The only difference you thought was that you where friends with the famous boys and hunted with them. You where so very wrong.

After Sam had been sent to the mental ward, you rushed there; you felt your heart drop. For you had been in one of those hellholes yourself. Little did you know who else you would see, well who would be seeing you once you got there.

" Sam! Oh god, are you ok?" You said as they opened the door, Dean was already there and smiled weakly at you. You walked over to Sam's bed, he once filled with life and kindness eyes, where now filled with pain and tiredness. You knew he hadn't slept in days. While you where talking to him, you felt like you where being watched. You shrugged it off for the boys didn't tell you that Lucifer was taking a front row seat in Sam's head. Lucifer had stopped messing with Sam's head once you walked in. It wasn't because he got bored or anything or the sorts. If anything he was in shock. His icy blue eye's had locked onto you. For some reason his messing with Sam, and they way you looked at Sam. Made him feel, was the bad for what he had been doing to him? Well that was a new sensation to him for sure. Which was one of the first things that made him slowly grow attached to you.

After a few minutes Dean had explained what happened which made you upset but you didn't flip, if anything you felt awful that Sam was stuck in a place like this. You saw Sam press on his scar, which you reached over and gently moved his hands apart. You smiled softly at him, looking into his deep, hazel, eyes,

" Sam, I have something else that might help with keep your mind away from Lucifer. I don't know what he is saying or doing to you now but I think this will help, so please forgive me for being childish but here."

You looked around in your shoulder bag then pulled out a stuffed moose. It looked like it had been held quite a bit. For the stomach area had a little dent in it. Sam couldn't help but laughed softly, Dean blinked then couldn't help but smile himself. For Sam it felt great to laughed. You then smiled as you handed it to him.

" Now, whenever you want to push away Lucifer. Think of your " happy place", than hug the moose tightly, instead of hurting yourself by pressing on the scar. I know it's silly but I don't want you to be in as much pain. I-I hope this helps."

Sam pulled you into a huge hug then chuckled softly as he gently nuzzled the top of your head.

" _. Thank you for doing this. I can't believe you got me a moose though, really?"

He pulled back and smiled lightly as you grinned then giggled and gently tapped his nose then got off the bed.

" Of course I did, Mr. Moose. Now, I will stay as long as I can, Dean do you mind getting us coffee?"

" Sure _."

You thanked him then pulled up a chair and started to talk to Sam, you could tell he enjoyed the distraction. Meanwhile Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest, he for some reason did not liked when you where so close to Sam, he felt a boiling sensation in his stomach. Which then made the room start to get really cold? Dean came back with the coffees then raised his brow as he felt the sudden coldness in the room.

" Hey, guys is it really cold in here out of no where? "

The boys both looked at each other as they both thought the same thing.

Is Lucifer really just in Sam's head?

After Cas had gotten Lucifer into his own head. You only felt worse. You loved al three of the boys, you just whish you could have taken Cas's place instead. After Meg had helped Cas to the bed you decided to stay while Sam and Dean had left. You wanted to make sure Cas would be ok before trying to move again. You searched through your bag; you smiled as you pulled out a book. You asked Meg if it would be ok to read to Cas. She nodded.

" I see no problem with that."

You then cracked open your book and started to read Alice In Wonderland. This continued on till Cas had finally gotten better. Meanwhile, Lucifer had come to love hearing you read stories to them. You put in so much passion into doing each voice and reading it like you where in the story it's self. With each gentle flick of the page turning, Lucifer would beg in his head for you to not stop reading. Of course you wouldn't. Not till you got to the end of a chapter. That's what he liked about you, you never stopped in the middle, and you made sure that the story was mostly told from all sides before you closed the book. This was another of the many things he had come to like about you. He then sat back during one of your story telling when he realized something. His feelings weren't just anything little thing. He felt it in his chest and slowly sat up while staring at you. You looked up and over to where he was sitting and he swore that you where looking right at him. Though all you saw was a wall, but felt the feeling of eyes on you. He felt his chest tighten, why did he feel like he just got rejected. As he then snapped back to what he realized. His chest loosened but then felt on fire. He didn't like you; he was in love with you. At that instant he gasped and grabbed at his right shoulder. He felt like something was being burned into him. He rolled up his sleeve to see half of a black heart shaped, tattoo that was now on his shoulder. At the same time you gasped and gripped your right shoulder as well.