Suki! My love, for your birthday. May it be a happy one!

Love Always,

Your Noxy

Chapter 1: Flirting With Disaster

"Are you sure you won't come out with us tonight?" Castiel asked, watching their newest addition put away the books they had been using.

Debbie gave the angel a smile. "I'm sure Cas. Besides…You boys should go out and have some fun!"

"Sure you don't want me to stay?" Sam asked, watching the blonde woman, whom he had come to love like a little sister.

"Go have fun with your brother. Besides Sam, if you don't look after him how will he stay out of trouble?" Debbie insisted, making the older hunter let out a shocked 'Hey!' at her and smiling. "I'll join you next time. Promise!"

"But I want us to go make fun of people together again!" Lucifer whined, making her chuckle. "Gabriel's paying!"

Debbie turned to look at the smirking blonde archangel to her left. "You're paying? Why do I not believe that?"

"Come on Babe! A night out on the town with yours truly! What's there not to believe?" Gabriel asked, give her his famous eyebrow wiggle.

"How about the fact you'll disappear and stick us with the bill the minute a scantily clad female body walks by?" Debbie asked, making him pout and, for some reason, he looked incredibly hurt by her words. "Next time Gabriel. Really. I'm just not feeling the best tonight."

Now the blonde was looking more upset. "Not feeling good? Want me to—"

"She said she's okay Feathers now leave her be!" Dean said. "She promised us next time so we'll have her next time."

Debbie smiled and gave Dean a nod of thanks before picking up her laptop and heading to her room, feeling two sets of eyes on her back as she went. It was only when she was safely in her room with her door shut and locked did she relax. When and why did her life get so complicated? Why was she such a mess?

It started almost nine months ago when her uncle, the scumbag that he was, turned out to be a werewolf. He managed to kill most of her family and was about to kill her when she had been saved by the Winchesters. They realized what had happened and, once they realized she had no where else to go, had taken her in. It quickly became the best thing that ever happened to her.

Debbie's degree in forensic science served her and the hunters well. Even Castiel was impressed with her. It was a shock, meeting three angels. Castiel was the nicest of the three while Gabriel was annoying on the best of days and Lucifer was a downright ass. Still she made it work until she realized that there was a problem.

She found herself staring at not only Gabriel, but Lucifer as well. Both blondes had captured her attention. At first she ignored it and chalked it up to stress and loneliness but once she had gotten settled she realized that she had been wrong; she really was attracted to them both. After much thought, and a pep talk from her best friend and confidant Sam, she decided to at least try to see if either of them were interested in her.

She tried flirting with both of them but it quickly turned into a lost cause. Gabriel seemed to enjoy her flirting and flirted back but the minute a slender, supermodel body type walked by the angel would lose all interest in her and she's be left alone. Lucifer, on the other hand, didn't even seem to notice her flirting. He took all her comments and used them to feed his ego and then would chase after some dark haired woman.

It took almost a month before she had finally called it quits. It was clear that neither archangel was interested in her. Gabriel wanted blonde supermodels; Debbie was blonde but no supermodel. Lucifer didn't seem to care about body type but instead went after women with dark hair. Debbie even went as far and dyeing her hair a darker brown to see if Lucifer noticed. He didn't but Gabriel did and made sure to let her know that he hated it.

So after another failed night of flirting Debbie gave up and got wasted. She remembered Sam helping her back to the Impala and brokenly telling him that she would never be good enough for either of them. She had let the hunter help her to her room where she drunkenly kissed him goodnight before asking him to stay so she wouldn't be alone. To her surprise she didn't see either archangel for the next week after her night of drinking which just cemented the fact that they didn't want her.

Putting her laptop up Debbie took a deep breath and decided to get something to eat. Glancing at the clock she figured that enough time had passed that everyone was most likely gone. Changing into a large button up nightshirt, a plaid one that Dean had given her as a gag gift, she headed back to the kitchen, the tile floor cool on her bare feet.

Going into the kitchen she turned on some music and began to make herself some dinner. Cheesy chicken with broccoli and a baked potato seemed like a good idea for dinner. As her dinner was baking Debbie decided that if she was going to be lonely tonight then she might as well make dessert too. Brownies seemed to be a good idea too so she got started, knowing Dean would probably bitch because it wasn't pie.

As she pulled out both her dinner and dessert to cool Debbie began to feel uneasy despite the fact that she was safe in the bunker. Shaking the feeling she got a plate for her food and went over to the fridge to grab herself a drink, grabbing one of the bottles of soda. Closing the door she nearly screamed and dropped her drink, sending glass and soda everywhere.

"Yikes. Sorry. Didn't mean to spook you." Lucifer said, smirking as Debbie tried to calm herself. "I thought you knew I was here."

"How would I know?! I thought you left!" Debbie snapped moving to grab a towel to clean up the mess.

Lucifer frowned. "You're mad at me."

"A little." The woman admitted. "Like I said, I thought I was alone. Next time make a noise of something so I—OW!"

Debbie stood, blood seeping from her hand, a shard of glass stuck in it. Lucifer was quick to act, snapping away the mess and grabbing Debbie by the wrist to lead her over to the sink. He turned on the water and let it wash over the wound.

"It doesn't look too bad from what I can tell." Lucifer said. "Want me to call Gabriel?"

"No." Debbie said. "I'll just wrap it. I want to get my food and go back to my room."

"What did I do to make you hate me?" Lucifer asked suddenly. "And not just me. You've been cold to Gabriel too. Ever since the night you got drunk."

Debbie felt her insides turn cold. She growled and yanked the glass from her hand, blood gushing from the wound, making Lucifer try to grab her. Instead she pulled away, wrapping the towel tightly around her hand. Turning she headed for the door only to fall back as she ran straight into Gabriel.

"Hey! Lucifer said you got hurt?" He said, kneeling down to check on her. "What happened?"

Debbie sighed. "I cut myself. I was going to wrap it."

Gabriel unwrapped the towel and winced. "I'll have to heal it otherwise this would need stitches. Just let me…" Gabriel ran his finger over the wound and it stitched together, leaving unmarked skin behind. "There we go. Good as new."

Debbie stared at her hand for a minute before pulling away from Gabriel, ignoring the hurt she could see on his face as she did. "Thank you. Now if you two are done popping out at me like a demented whack-a-mole game, I'm going to get my food and go back to my room."

"You can go only if you answer me one thing." Gabriel said. "Why are you avoiding us?"

The woman growled. "I am not playing games with you tonight Gabriel. I am not in the mood. I just want to get my food and go to my room."

"Okay then. Can you tell me why you slept with Sam when you spent all that time flirting with Lucifer and I?" Gabriel asked.

Debbie stood and moved towards her food, why did they want to reopen old wounds? Why were they doing this now? She hadn't flirted with either of them for a month. Instead she had flirted with anyone she found attractive at the bars that the guys took her to. It made her mad though that every time she had a prospective bed mate that he, or she, got scared off by one of the two archangels. They may not have wanted her but they didn't want her with any one else either and she thought that they were being pretty damn selfish.

"Look I don't want to talk to either of you. I just want to eat my dinner." She almost begged them.

"We'll let you eat when you answer us." Lucifer said. "Why don't you want to be around us anymore and why did you sleep Sam?"

Debbie turned to glare at the two blondes; all she and Sam had ever done was cuddle but she wasn't about to let them know that. "I was drunk."

"That's no excuse." The Devil scoffed.

"Why do you care? You prefer dark haired women." Debbie snapped, moving to make herself a plate of food.

Lucifer blinked in shock. "You noticed I have a type then. What's Gabriel's type?"

"Blonde supermodel. Happy?" Debbie said, happy that she was finally going to get to eat.

"I don't know about you but I'm ecstatic." Gabriel said with a smirk. "I'm happy to see that you've been paying attention to us. Enough that you know our types anyway."

"Shame she did all that watching and still didn't learn anything though." Lucifer said, wearing his own smirk.

Debbie tried to fight down the urge to throw something at both of them. "Are you two done insulting me?" She asked turning to glare at them both.

The blonde woman's heart almost stopped as he found herself face to chest with Lucifer. His blue eyes stared down at her. As she stared into those cold blue eyes she remembered exactly why she found his so attractive. Lucifer had this cold air about him but he could set you on fire with just a single look from those ice blue eyes.

"Lucifer!"

The Devil looked away and Debbie found that she was able to breathe again. Not knowing what else to do she shoved the Devil hard, sending him stumbling back a bit as she made a break for the door. She almost made it when Gabriel grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Debbie cursed the extra inch and a half he had on her, blaming that and not angelic strength for her not being able to break free.

"Would you calm down? You act like we're going to hurt you!" Gabriel said, keeping her pressed close to him.

"You already are!" Debbie yelled, finally reaching her breaking point.

The blonde let her go in shock and Debbie turned to glare at both of them, the two angels staring at her in shock. "Look I get it okay?! I know I'm not your type! You made that clear! I got the hint! Neither of you want me! Why can't you just leave me alone and let me try to find my own happiness! I was trying to make myself happy! Why do you stop it each time?!"

The two looked ashamed. "Debbie—"

"NO! I don't want to hear it!" The young woman yelled, cutting Lucifer off. "I have nothing anymore! I'm all alone! Why can't you just let me try to be happy before I die like the rest of my family?!"

With that Debbie turned and fled to the safety of her room, her food forgotten. She went into her room and slammed the door shut and locked it. She went over to her bed and laid down sobbing. Maybe she was cursed. Maybe she should have died with her family. Hugging her pillow close Debbie tried to ignore her heavy heart. Unfortunately sleep didn't seem like it wanted to come.

A quite knock startled her. "Debbie? It's Sam. Can I come in?"

Debbie got up and went and unlocked the door. Sam came in and Debbie latched onto him, sobbing into his plaid chest. The hunter hugged her tight and guided her to the bed. Debbie couldn't stop the sobs that escaped her or the words that escaped her lips about what had happened. Sam held her as she cried and soothed her but didn't offer her words of comfort, knowing that they weren't needed. All Debbie wanted was to know that she wasn't alone and Sam was making sure that she knew that he was there for her.

It was only after an hour that she calmed and Sam lay on the bed, holding her tight to his chest. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't be." Debbie sniffled. "I knew it was a long shot. I mean… It takes someone like you or Dean to land an angel that loves you much less an archangel."

"You never know." Sam said. "They might come around."

"Yeah right. I know I'm always going to be alone now." Debbie said. "It was a nice dream. Still…I wish I had kissed at least one of them."

"You still might get that chance." The hunter said. "When you give up is when things go wrong. I thought I taught you that."

Debbie chuckled. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Sam said, kissing the top of her head.

"You know what? I think I am going to call a friend." Debbie said suddenly. "She and I had a thing but we never really got to do anything. She lives out in Delaware. I think I might go see her. I was told that I was always welcome. Maybe I can settle down with a girlfriend."

"Not a boyfriend?" Sam asked curiously.

"Why?" The woman asked with a chuckle, her spirits lifting. "Are you volunteering?"

"Dean would have my head." Sam said. "I mean I know you're pansexual but I've only ever seen you go after guys."

"She's special." Debbie said. "She makes me smile and laugh. Besides… After what happened with Lucifer and Gabriel… I think I'm safer with my own gender."

The hunter laughed. "Are you going to be okay now?"

"Yeah. Why don't you go to bed? I'll be fine until morning. Maybe then we can go out to breakfast. Sound good?" Debbie asked.

Sam nodded and handed her two fast acting sleeping pills. Debbie smiled and hugged him again, grateful that Sam always seemed to know just what she needed. Taking the pills with her bottle of water Sam made sure she was tucked in and turned off her light before leaving her alone. As he shut the door behind him he turned to glare at the two blonde archangels that were standing in the hallway looking upset and ashamed.

"I am only going to say this once." Sam growled out. "You are loosing her and if either of you hurt her life that again…I'll gank you myself!"

With that the hunter turned to his room, leaving the two standing in the hall, staring at the closed door that lead to Debbie's room.