A/N- Good day, everyone! I didn't think I'd get into this fic as much as I did but I'm actually really enjoying writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Lucifer was glad to find his wings actually did still work and quietly landed on the balcony in the Men of Letters bunker. "Sam, Dean, good to see you again. Castiel how ya doin'?" Lucifer asked as casually as he could, hopping down the stairs. Subconsciously shielding Alia from their view.
"Lucifer! What the hell are you doing here?!" Dean barked as the trio shifted into offensive positions. "Yeah, not to mention how'd you get out of the cage?" Sam asked curiously and sceptically.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs Lucifer could no longer hide Alia and didn't miss it when the three of them quickly glanced at her warily and then at him accusingly. Ignoring both their looks and their questions Lucifer asked a question of his own. "You all just going to stand there or are you actually going to HELP ME?!" Yelling the last two words.
When none of them moved Lucifer looked directly at Castiel, focusing all of his attention solely on him. "You know who this is Castiel?" Castiel's eyes darted to Dean for a second before he addressed Lucifer.
"Alia Elmrich. Prophet of the Lord." He stated nervously as he took in the girls injuries. "You're damn right. Now help her." The Devil demanded, stalking forward and gently passing her to the angel. Castiel looked down at her for a moment and then back up to Lucifer and nodded, leaving to the hospital room.
Once the pair were gone Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, flicked it on and dropped it to the floor, a ring of holy oil suddenly igniting around Lucifer, effectively trapping him. Raising an eyebrow the Devil in question mumbled, "Really guys, you just had a ring of holy oil set up?"
"Yeah! For situations like this!" Dean snapped back glaring at him. "Look, now isn't the time for bitching you two, we want answers," Sam added, cutting off Lucifer's retort, so the Devil settled for sticking his tongue out at the brothers instead.
Dean rubbed a hand over his face wearily, "What are you even doing here?" Contemplating whether or not, to tell the truth, Lucifer finally sighed, "Alia's hurt bad and I can't heal her. You and your angel can."
Lucifer rolled his eyes as he watched Sam and Dean have a conversation without saying a word, Sam turning away first. "So what are you saying? Why can't you heal her? You got her here and by the way you appeared on the balcony, I'm assuming you can fly. Why do you even care?"
"Yeah fun thing Sammy, my powers seem to come and go." Lucifer snarked, he was frankly pissed about being trapped in the holy oil and not being able to make sure Alia was okay. It worried Lucifer how much he'd come to care about the prophet in such a short time but he also knew he didn't really mind.
"Wow. Real helpful. Back to me. Tell us how you got out of the cage. Now." Dean demanded, crossing his arms with an unimpressed glare on his face. Lucifer was going to make a comment about Dean's tone but stopped when he heard a panic-stricken cry come from where he knew Alia was.
"Alia!" he yelled, eyes glowing red, holy fire extinguishing in moments. Moving quickly he shoved past Sam and Dean, sending each brother to the floor. As the anxious Devil raced towards Alia the boys picked themselves up and followed after him.
Upon reaching his destination, Lucifer saw Alia trembling in the corner, eyes glazed over and Castiel slowly moving towards her. Lucifer charged forward and when Castiel turned to look at him the Devil just swept his arm to the side, sending the angel careening into the wall and dropping to the floor upon impact.
"Alia, kid, hey, it's me, Lucifer. You okay? What's wrong? What did he do?" Lucifer rushed out, crouching half a meter away from the shaking girl.
"I didn't do anything," Castiel stated, picking himself up from the floor with the help of Sam and Dean. Lucifer whirled around, eyes glowing like hellfire as he glared at him. Before Lucifer could say anything, however, Alia mumbled, "L-Lucifer? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me, kid, don't worry." It took a while, the Winchesters and Castiel leaving, along with many reassurances from Lucifer for Alia to calm down and come back to the present.
"Okay kid, tell me what happened." The Devil muttered, sitting down and leaning against the wall next to Alia. The young prophet took a deep breath, still trying to steady herself even after all the time spent with Lucifer helping her get back to the present.
"Umm, well I'm guessing I passed out after we left the diner," she looked to Lucifer for confirmation and with his nod continued, "so when I woke up I was over there and Castiel was next to me. He was holding my arm and had his other hand on my forehead and I didn't recognise him or where I was. I freaked out. You know I didn't have the best home life, I just got scared."
Lucifer felt another surge of rage and protectiveness as Alia explained what had happened. "Bloody Castiel! Typical angel idiocy. I'll deal with him." Lucifer moved to stand up to go and confront Castiel but was forced to stop when Alia grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the floor with her.
"It's not Castiel's fault, it's no one's fault. He was just helping me and he did actually heal me. I need to thank him. I also need to thank you, Luci." Lucifer ignored the nickname Alia used, slightly thinking he must have misheard, in favour of focusing on the other thing she said.
"Why would you need to thank me?" Alai tilted her head to the side and shot him a slightly confused look. "Luc, you helped me through my anxiety attack and stayed with me. No one's ever done that for me before. So, thanks." There was a beat of silence until Alia quickly leaned forward and hugged him. Suffice to say the Devil didn't really know what to do.
He waited for a second before awkwardly hugging her back. It was at that moment Dean walked into the room. The hunter shook his head and sighed quietly, causing Lucifer but not Alia to notice him and look up. "You two get through here now. You have some explaining to do." Alia flinched at the sudden voice and Lucifer instinctively held her closer, his glower following Dean as he left.
"Don't worry kid," Lucifer started standing up and offering his hand to Alia, "Dean wouldn't hurt you." Alia looked slightly reassured and took Lucifer's hand to stand up. The prophet slowly walked towards the door and didn't hear Lucifer's muttered, "Me on the other hand, that's a different story."