Disclaimer- I do NOT own Supernatural.

A/N- Hey guys! I was thinking about how all of the prophets have an archangel protector for when their threatened and, well, that led me here! Enjoy! Ps- Lucifer is not possessing Nick, or anyone for that matter, but is in a vessel which looks exactly like him. Pps- There will probably be some continuity errors, sorry in advance.

Chapter 1- Get your hands off my prophet.

"Bloody cage, bloody hell, what did I really do that was so bad?" Lucifer grumbled, running his fingers over the bars as he sat in the corner of his prison. Taking a deep sigh, he threw his head back and screamed, "I want out!" To his shock, mere moments later, he felt a pulling in his soul, something deep and urgent. Now he didn't just want out he needed out.

Lucifer screamed again and suddenly he was standing in the centre of an unfamiliar room. Glancing around said room he saw peeling paint and grey walls, shabby, stained carpeting and dilapidated furniture. Before he had a chance to do anything else he heard a whimpering in the corner and saw a girl pressed against the wall, lying on the floor, curled in on herself out of pain and fear. Towering over her was a man who looked as ragged as the room in which he stood, his fist raised in the air. Lucifer froze as the man's fist connected with the girl's face and her lip burst, blood colouring the man's fist as the girl cried out in pain. Anger filled his being as he finally recognized the girl when she turned towards him.

Alia Elmrich. A prophet. His prophet! Lucifer realised furiously as his eyes flared red. 'Calm down.' He thought to himself as he took in a deep breath, his now blue eyes meeting her fearful brown ones. Though he could tell it wasn't him who she was afraid of.

"That's enough of that now." He said loudly and watched as the man whirled around to him, rage clear on his face, "Who in the-" he began yelling before Lucifer cut him off. "Buh, buh, buh! You, hush. Alia, come here." Lucifer's voice was steady but the anger and power were clear. He waited a moment as Alia hurriedly stumbled to his side before turning his attention to her, "You okay, kid?" The real concern in his voice shocked even him, "I'll be fine," she mumbled, wiping the blood from her lip on her sleeve, her other arm wrapped around her chest. "Good, that's good," Lucifer nodded, mostly to himself, he wasn't exactly sure how to do the whole concerned thing but he could try, "now, who's he?"

"My father." Alia spat angrily, yet the hurt was still evident. "I'll teach you to speak with that tone about me you little bitch!" Alia's father raged as he charged at her, causing the girl to shrink behind Lucifer's back. Just as the man reached them, however, Lucifer shook his head, scoffed and snapped his fingers, instantly turning him to dust. The room was silent for a moment until Alia turned to the Devil and smiled shyly, "Thanks." Ruffling her shoulder-length auburn hair, Lucifer mumbled, "Don't mention it. Come on kid, let's get out of here."

The duo had ended up in a retro-themed diner, sitting at an out of the way table near the back. "So, I guess I should probably explain what just happened." Lucifer began, trying to work out how to explain everything to the seventeen-year-old prophet.

"It's okay. I already know everything. Including who you are, Lucifer." Alia grinned as Lucifer stared at her, shocked. "Hmm, that's funny, most prophets are oblivious to their power and it's meaning, so tell me how could you know?" Lucifer questioned, watching her intently.

Turning serious, Alia answered, "I've come to gather through my visions that I'm more precise or powerful or whatever than most prophets. My visions are more detailed and easier to see and decipher. I also know you're meant to be in hell, in a cage but got out cause I was in danger." Looking down the young prophet played with the hem of her jumper before meeting The Devil's eyes again, "I've been hurt before. Why did you never show up then."

Lucifer felt something in his stomach as he saw the look in her eyes, though he couldn't really work out what it was. Perhaps guilt? "This time would have been fatal." He answered simply, though it hurt.

Silence followed for a while until a new realisation dawned on the Devil. "This time would have been fatal." He repeated and Alia nodded in agreement, slightly confused. "Which means," he continued, "your injuries are more serious than you're letting on." Lucifer knew he was correct when a guilty look bloomed on the young prophet's face.

"It's not your problem. You have bigger things to worry about." Alia mumbled, yes she felt bad for hiding things but she didn't want to burden her new acquaintance with anything else. Not after he already saved her.

"Of course it's my problem!" Lucifer whispered angrily but seeing Alia flinch away from him he let the anger fade when he spoke again, "You're my prophet. I'm going to protect you and that includes making sure your injuries are healed and there's no further danger."

Leaning forward Lucifer tapped to fingers to her forehead but when nothing happened he cursed under his breath. "So it seems there are some conditions to your release," Alia joked wryly. Lucifer snapped his fingers a few times while staring at a man sitting at the counter.

"What are you trying to do now?" She questioned exasperatedly, tilting her head to the side. "I'm trying to explode that guy." The Devil announced, going to try again as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Reaching across the table Alia slapped his hand, "Quit it!" she exclaimed. "Oh, he's earmarked for hell anyway." He retorted, not looking at her.

That changed however when he heard a sharp intake of breath and saw her hunched over, clutching at her ribs. "Alia, you okay?" Alia tried to answer, "I-I'm-" but was cut off by an abrupt coughing fit. Looking down at the table the pair saw blood and Lucifer instantly got up and hooked an arm under her shoulders and started to quickly guide them out of the diner.

They'd almost made it out when a waitress blocked their path and looked down at Alia, "Hey are you okay, miss?" Alia tried for a smile and as clearly as she could, replied, "Yeah, I'm just feeling really sick, isn't that right dad?" When Lucifer didn't immediately answer she discreetly kicked him, "Right yes. Time to go."

With that, the pair sidestepped the waitress and made their escape. "Nosy waitress' getting in the way," Lucifer grumbled, adjusting his hold on Alia so she was more comfortable. "She-she was-ju-just trying to help-" was all Alia got out before she erupted into another coughing fit, blood splattering onto the front of Lucifer's shirt as she collapsed. Lucifer tried to control her fall as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The Devil proceeded to pick her up again and hold her bridal style as he shook his head. His powers didn't currently work but he hoped his wings did and he knew exactly where he needed to go, even if he didn't want to.

A/N- So! That was the first chapter, did you like it? I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with it but I figure I'll work it out as I go along. Till next time! :)

-MercuryStars