An: Yes, I know I have a million ongoing fanfics, but this is all very therapeutic for me. This is a Lucifer crossover with Supernatural. It should be fun. For a long time, I struggled to pick who the oc would be twins with. I finally settled on Sam having a twin, for the purpose of the demon-blood thing. There is immediate discussion of addiction and withdrawal below this intro.
When she began to come back to herself, the first thing Molly Winchester felt was fire dancing in her veins. Then she became acutely aware of the sweat coating her skin and the wet silk sheets she was writhing back and forth on. Last of all, Molly realized she was restrained and that whimpers were falling freely from her lips. When she cracked her eyes open, she saw a room that was probably more expensive than she was. It was minimally decorated, so perhaps this was but a guest room.
Suspicion gripped her and her struggles renewed, with anger this time. "You feathery bastard, Balthazar! Sam and Dean are going to kill you for this." It can't be demons. I'm not in a hole in the ground or covered in rats and bugs. She let out a groan of pain, as she was gripped with a wave of want and need wound so tightly together they were one thing. Maybe I overdid it, fighting him. Drinking that much demon blood. I don't even seem to have won the fight for my troubles. Dean is going to be so pissed at me and Sammy both.
The bedroom door opened and in stepped an immaculately kept man in a bath robe that was also probably more expensive than Molly was. "My my. Someone's feeling testy. That tends to happen with withdrawal when you're addicted." He clucked his tongue as if this took thought. "I step away for ten minutes to have a shower quickie and you wake up and start screaming. You've scared off my newest conquests." Molly took a moment to really look at him before responding. Neat, cut black hair. Dark eyes. Shadow of a beard and a mustache too. Attractive nose. It's...too perfect. Molly's unease deepened. Why did he look so good? Like...supernaturally so.
"Are you pouting?!" Molly felt a little incensed. "You kidnap me and then pout when I wake up screaming?"
"Well yes. I take delight in giving suppressed people...religous experiences." His eyes sparkled at his own joke and Molly let her head fall back upon the pillow. Fuck my life.
"Where are you keeping me, you feathered dickbag?" There was no use struggling, and Molly in fact started to prepare herself for dying yet again.
"Feathered? Oh no, I tore those from my back when I fled hell. Easily the worst job I've ever had. Wouldn't even give it three stars." Tore from his back? He fled hell? Molly's brow wrinkled as she tried to process this and reconcile it with what she knew. There were no angels in hell except...No. I know what his meat suit looks like. And if it was him, I'd be screaming in exquisite agony.
"If you don't let me go so I can get home...My brothers are going to kill you when they get here."
The man chuckled, taking a seat on a chaise lounge at the other end of the room. "They're welcome to try, darling. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to off me in my own home and it probably won't be the last." He chuckled again, at a thought he was apparently having. "You've got such a sharp tongue."
Molly felt waves of aversion coming over her. "Fuck you, Balthazar. Touch me like you're implying and you'll live to regret it for a time."
"Balthazar?" He laughed again and Molly wanted to tell him to shut up. "That sounds like quite the demonic name. Unfortunately it is both not my name, nor am I even a demon." He met her gaze, as he had moved close enough to do so. "My name is Lucifer Morningstar. I'm an angel." His smile widened. "And I watched you fall out of a hole in the sky right into the pool on my terrace."
A momentary panic gripped her and she tried to fling him across the room with her mind, but the demon blood was too weak in her system now to do little more than psychically brush his skin. He would not even have appeared to have noticed her attempt. "You...can't be Lucifer."
He quirked his eyebrow, looking very amused. "Oh no, was there yet another attempt to steal my identity to pick up on the ladies?"
"It's not fucking funny!" Molly snapped. "Whatever you've got planned, do it. We both know I'll be back. I won't be psychologically manipulated by you again."
"Ooooh." He was chuckling that stupid-charming laugh again. "Such a mouth on such a pretty lady. How surprising. "But I have to tell you I've never met you before, darling."
"You can't be Lucifer because Lucifer would've already told my brothers where to find and then skinned me in front of them. Or something even worse." Molly tried to keep the quiver from her voice. What if he is?
Her host frowned at this. "That's...dark. I didn't want to be my dad's bad guy. I grew tired of torturing. I wanted to play. See why humans were so endlessly fascinating to God. This Lucifer you talk about, that isn't me. You must be from a different branch of reality than this one. Yes they exist."
The truth of his words settled on Molly's chest like a bundle of bricks. "I know all too well. Isn't my first time, after all." She struggled to sit up. "Will you untie me? I need to find a way home. My brothers... they might die fighting the Lucifer I know. And... If that's so, there's no place I'd rather be than back to back with them when it happens."
"Much as I don't want them to kill me, you're in no shape to be going anywhere. I'm also currently in the process of getting you a social security and other forms of identity you'll need, even if you do leave town quickly." He was gentle, but Molly knew.
"That's a lot of words for no."
"I'm a talker." Lucifer was still beaming. "Now if you'd only tell me what you could possibly be on that resisted medical treatment rendered for the overdose."
"It wasn't an overdose. I'm just detoxing really...really hard. It hurts by the way. Like I'm a bag of glass bones, breaking with every one of my tiniest movements." She tried to avoid the question at first, but Lucifer was adamant.
"On what?"
"...Fine. Demon blood has the ability to give very special cases upper threshold psychic abilities. I am one of those cases, along with Sam. Even one use causes an addiction and you have to spend a few days really detoxing or risk going off the deep end. Although...where I come from no one cares if a few demons get their throats slit. Not with all the lives they ruin. Or end." Molly gauged his reaction, but this Lucifer either had none or his poker face was very good. "I... can't say there's ethically sourced demon blood. But our demons, they're...they're horrible. Sometimes they'll even possess the corpse of someone you know died just to fuck with you."
"Ah. It's not like that here. The demons that chose to move upstairs with me...Well all of them, actually...They don't do that. The appearance a demon has here is their very own. Same for angels." Lucifer surveyed her a moment. "I could get you a phone, so you can see for yourself that your brothers really don't share the same plane of existence with you anymore."
"Wouldn't do any good. We have twenty phones apiece and given that at any time we could be too busy to answer, the idea doesn't really seem like any results will be viable." Molly felt miserable. Since she and Sam were babies it had just been Dean, her twin, their dad for a while, and the great open road. She had already been here too long. Although... no one knows you or what you've supposedly done. Damn shapeshifters. You could...you could have that apple pie life. You could relax. Find a hobby. Maybe meet a guy. You could finally have-
"Hello? Molly?" She startled, turning to actually look at him. "I was saying that you're welcome to stay as long as you like. Most humans are fascinating but you...Well, I've never seen someone fall out of a whole in the sky before." He untied her. "Come with me. I'll make you some breakfast and we can talk about your plan, now that you're less sweaty and not screaming so much."
Molly's thoughts crowded in again and she followed him on unsteady legs to and island table in a kitchen crammed full of appliances she'd only ever be able to steal. "What sort of state was I in when you found me?"
"Aside from a minor case of 'currently drowning' I already addressed, you have several cracked ribs and your body is covered in cuts, scrapes, burns, and bruises." He met her eyes. "At least your eyes seem fine now. Almost looked black for a moment when I grabbed you. I thought you probably had a concussion or maybe bleeding on your brain."
Molly's blood ran cold and she pulled aside the collar of her shirt to see that one of the slashes from Balthazar's blade had in fact broken up the lines of her anti-possession tattoo. "Lucifer-" Her control slipped, out of her grasp and something else was speaking for her. "I'll have my eggs over easy and the bacon crispy and half burnt. Thanks."