Crossposted to AO3

Slightly AU, in that Jo and Ellen didn't die. No exact time, just in the general time after Sam got his soul back but before the Mark of Cain?

I tried to keep the Reader gender neutral, and managed to avoid using (Y/N) since apparently a lot of people have issues with that?

Reader sees the Winchesters as brothers. They act like Reader's brothers, so there's a very good reason for that.

This was inspired by chapter 2 of Lucifer Imagines by halsteadrhodes.

I may write more later, but this was just a spur of the moment thing. Maybe I'll go and write about their childhood?

CHANGED THE POV FROM 2ND TO 1ST. So the story doesn't get deleted. The Reader POV version is up on AO3, under the same name and pen name.

Word Count: 727

I had set up a meeting with two of my closest friends at some bar in some town, so they could meet my boyfriend of several months. I was excited for the Winchester brothers to meet him, since they were such a big part of my life. Like with Jo, our dads had all hunted together and when we were younger, we would all be left at the Roadhouse.

Honestly, I was expecting the whole 'you hurt her, we hurt you' spiel. I was not expecting for the boys to immediately pull out weapons as Dean moved to pull me away from my boyfriend before you could get even one word out. Luc just smirked (smug bastard, but I really liked that smirk on his face) and crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall.

"Dean! What the hell, man?" I shouted as I tried to shake off his grip. The eldest Winchester just pulled me behind him and leveled a glare at the man across from him.

"I could ask you the same question! What the hell are you doing bringing him here?!" Sam retorted, gaze flicking between me and my boyfriend.

"I'd ask whether you were happy to see me, but I can tell you boys aren't," Luc drawled, not moving from the wall.

"He's not gonna hurt you, or me for that matter," I added.

"Not gonna… Dude, he's Lucifer. The literal Devil. Satan. Of course he's gonna hurt us! He's already tried to destroy the world once," Dean argued.

"Now, that's hurtful," Luc commented with a little pout. "I've been out for almost a year now, and haven't done anything bad or evil." The little shit put air quotes around the words 'bad' and 'evil'.

"A year?!" The brothers shouted in sync. Green and hazel eyes turned to me accusingly. I shrugged sheepishly, a nervous grin on my lips.

"Uh, surprise?"

"A Year, and you didn't think to tell us, 'Oh, hey, the Devil is out again,'" Dean growled.

"Hey, he didn't exactly tell me who he was at first!" I huffed indignantly, arms crossing as I narrowed my eyes. "Besides, I'm telling you now, aren't I?"

"Quit yelling at them, boys. There's a reason they set up this little meet-up, after all." Luc rolled his eyes and pushed off the wall, which immediately had the brothers' attention and their guns trained on the fallen archangel. He huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

I rolled my own eyes at my boyfriend's childishness and shoved past the two over-protective Winchesters to stand in what had become No Man's Land. Honestly, these three would probably end up killing me. Simply because I had to deal with their collective childishness. It's a wonder Cas hadn't shown up. I honestly liked the guy, but sometimes he was just too naive. I couldn't deal with that on top of these three.

"Alright, guys. Weapons away. Luc hasn't done anything, and promised he wouldn't. Swear on my family's honor." I held up three fingers, as if I had ever been (had an opportunity to be) in Scouts.

"We've been here for almost 20 minutes now, and all I've done is stand here, isn't that proof enough?" Lucifer whined, moving up behind me to rest his chin on my shoulder.

"Get off them, Lucifer," Sam growled, gun raised again. "Raven, he's the Devil. He can't be trusted!"

Luc gave you a curious look at the nickname. I shrugged. "I had a tendency to get distracted by shiny stuff when we were kids." I then turned my attention to the boys. "He's more trustworthy than most humans. He hasn't caused even one mass murder since he got out, and hasn't flattened you to the walls. That's proof enough, isn't it? Now, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to talk with my brothers without weapons being pointed at my boyfriend." I stared Sam and Dean down and raised an eyebrow.

"...Fine, but I don't like this," Dean growled, lowering his gun. Sam followed after a few more seconds. I shot them a thankful smile, and eventually had a somewhat normal, if stiff, conversation.

I knew it wasn't going to be the last I'd heard about having Lucifer as my boyfriend, but I'd take what you could get at the moment. It would take some time, but hopefully they would come around to the idea.