TITLE: Guardian Angel
SUMMARY: Reader finds out parent's birth wasn't an accident. Goes to find her guardian angel, Lucifer, in a hunter's head. Searches for the truth about their death, becoming a hunter in the process.
AUTHOR:
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam, Garth, (Flashback!Assistant)
WORD COUNT: 1206
WARNING: None, just meeting the boys and a mentor!Garth
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is the first chapter in a miniseries, au where Lucifer is real in Sam's head. P.S. I like the next chapter better js
It was just like any other day, your daily routine was off to a perfect start to the week. You headed to your office earlier than all the rest because you knew what these kids were going through. Ward of the state kids left to count on you, and your colleagues only cared about their paycheck at the end of the day.
An old envelope discarded and mistreated sat on your desk. You look back out to your assistant's desk seeing if she was there, "Liz? Who's the envelope from?" She hustled over to your desk with two cups of coffee. "It was from the old office downtown. They're digitizing all old files, not sure what's in it but i was to make sure it got to you." You thanked her for the coffee, and she retreated back to her desk. Setting down your cup you grab the letter carefully and proceed to open it. Must've been at least a decade old. To your surprise it hasn't been opened. Inside was a few papers and another envelope. You grab both looking at the letter as it read;
MS. Y/L/N,
AS PER YOUR PARENTS WILL, THIS IS TO BE RECEIVED 5 YEARS FOLLOWING THEIR UNTIMELY ACCIDENT. BELOW YOU WILL FIND ...blah blah blah.
Attorney gibberish filled the next 3 pages. Intrigued, you sat at your desk and opened the envelope that had your name written on it in your mom's neat cursive. It was a letter, dated 2 months before their fatal car accident, telling you that they love you and a bank account with money they were gonna give you for college. You chuckled, you could've used this in your horrible years at university. Then was a ripped piece of paper stationery. "Y/N, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, IT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT OR WE'RE NOT MISSING. WE DID NOT ABANDON YOU. TALK TO YOUR ANGEL, BABY. -LOVE DAD" The stationery had an address and at the corner read 'Singer's'
"Y/N!" Garth, your mentor, yelled outside of your motel door. You pulled yourself out of bed and grudgingly unlocked and opened your front door. You held the door open and invited him in. He cheerfully marched in as chipper as he usually was. "I just got back from a job. Ran into a demon that says his boys, the Winchesters, are in quite the pickle. Heard it from that Crowley guy that an angel screwed them over! Can you believe it? Who can we trust in this business?" he says baffled. You hear the angel part and put your arm behind your back.
Could it be Lucifer? Everyone you knew had a normal angel name but you just had to get the fallen. It was a clerical error but was caught too late, you had Lucifer. 18, signed out of the group home you went to a tattoo parlor to get one to cover yours. Always judged for it, now you can't even see it, but you can of course still feel it engraved in your skin.
"Garth, did they say what the angel's name was?" You move towards him and sit at the table where he had his laptop out looking for a new case. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at you. "It was Dean's guardian angel. That's not even the wackiest part! The angel did something to his brothers head! Kid thinks he's seeing the devil." He's chuckling, still can't believe it.
You wait a few minutes "Garth, I've been thinking. Why not have them help me further my training? Bobby, says they're the best in the biz." Garth immediately shuts the laptop and turns to face you at the table. He looks around you. "Y/N, they're not the warmest of fellas. No one ever asks for their mentor ship. They say danger looms over them." You roll your eyes and slide out of the seat. "Just think about it and ask Bobby what he thinks." You say lowly. He nods and opens the machine back up.
You are waiting at bobby's. A beer in your hand and you're watching some dumb sitcom. The boys agreed into letting you come on their next few hunts asking you do what they say when they say it. You didn't care, you needed to talk to Lucifer. He's all you thought or dreamt about for a year and a half. A rumble of a purring engine grabbed your attention, you went to the closest reflection and made sure you looked presentable. Your sleeves rolled just below your tattoo.
This was it, the beginning to finding the truth. You heard doors slam shut and chatter between two voices. You knew what they looked like, bobby had pictures all around the house. This was it. You inch toward the door and get overwhelmed with anxiety.
Don't be afraid of Sam, Y/N. Garth said he's a gentle giant. You reach towards the door handle and pull. "OH. Uh hi, i'm Sam, this is my brother dean." He put his hands in the front pocket of his jeans. You nodded and they waited there. Dean was avoiding eye-contact. "Right! I'm Y/N, nice to meet you both, i've heard things. Come in." Sam smiled politely and walked into the kitchen, Dean walked in holding a paper bag for you to take. "We brought food. Sam likes healthy crap and I don't know what you like so i got you just a burger with fries." He walked to the fridge and grabbed 3 beers.
DEAN POV
She seems normal but i can't imagine why she gave up a normal life. Probably death of a family member, Usually what it is nowadays. I tried flirting with her but she just brushed it off. Maybe it was just me, with what Cas did to Sam, I can't seem to stop worrying about that tall idiot. He insists he's fine but Bobby and I know better. We can't help him if he won't be honest.
"Sam, would you rather go on an all-expenses paid trip to wherever you want or money that the trip would've cost?" She asks sipping on her beer. Her leg is crossed over on the other. He smiles, are they flirting? She rejected me for Sam? "Vacation, I know why you asked that question. I took a semester of psych." She nods her head and looks at me with her eyebrows raised, expecting me to answer. "Dean's more of the kind to just take the money." Sam cut in before i could tell her that. She laughed and uncrossed her legs and leaned over the table, "I had a feeling." She smiles devilishly at me before laughing again.
"What was the money/vacation question about?" I ask Sam when she retreats upstairs to get sleep before we leave bright and early tomorrow. Sam chuckles and turns away from whatever chick flick he's probably watching, "She wanted to see if we valued experiences over money." He sips his beer and i drop my shirt on the couch. "I value experiences. That blonde from the bar two nights ago was definitely an experience." I grin at him. Sam rolled his eyes and smiled at the movie.