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Casual day at the bunker, you were hoping. Sam and Dean had gone out for a hunt - salt and burn - and you were left alone in the bunker with Charlie and Kevin. After taking a warm shower, it was still morning so you decided to make some equally warm breakfast.
Upon your way into the kitchen, you pass Charlie leaving her room. "Hey, want some food? I'm making pancakes." You offered, and she quickly smiled back.
"Sounds good. I gotta do something first, I'll be in the kitchen ten minutes tops." She smiled, hopping along down the hall to go and finish whatever task was at her hands.
You go and take the pre-made mixture from the cupboard, feeling too lazy to make it from scratch. You pour it in the pan and wait.
While paying attention to not burning pancakes, you don't realize that there's someone standing right behind you until they place a hand over your mouth and hold down your arms so you can't react in any physical way. You didn't try to attack, however, because that would be a sign of panic and whoever was holding you would react in a negative way, so you wait. The first thing you begin to feel is the extreme cold of their body, and this definitely wasn't human.
"Good, okay." An unfamiliar voice sounds behind you. The turn you around, hand still over your mouth, and pin you to the counter beside the stove. His hair was a dusty blond color and their eyes were the shade of a sky after a storm. Handsome, for the most part. He chuckled as if he could hear your thoughts. "If I take my hand away from your mouth, will you stay quiet?" He asked, tilting his head condescendingly above you. He loosens his grip over you for you to indicate something. You weren't stupid, and screaming certainly was not a good idea, so you shake your head. "Honesty. Okay." He takes his hand away from your mouth, keeping you pinned to the counter, however.
It doesn't even seem as though you should ask, however, this doesn't stop your curiosity. "Who are you?" You ask quietly, barely threatened by the stranger. He looks slightly confused.
"You don't know who I am?" His eyebrows crease as his eyes switch between each of yours. "You really don't. That's quite peculiar." He smirks and steps away, leaving you to not feel even slightly threatened despite how you should have been. "Funny, would have thought Sammy would mention me."
"That doesn't answer my question." You state, staring back at him. He scans over you and smiles at the ground as you step closer to him and away from the counter.
"Talk to you soon." He smirked as the sound of footsteps resonates through the air from the next room, disappearing right before your eyes. You stared at seemingly nothing from the moment as Charlie walked into the room.
"Y/N, you okay there?" She asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost. And your not paying attention to the pancakes. You're lucky they're not-"
"Someone was here." You said mindlessly as your eyes wandered down from the ceiling to the floor and over at Charlie. "Someone new."
She stared at you in concern as you blinked a few times and walked back to the stove to take the pancakes off and onto the plates on the opposite counter. "Someone was here?"
"Yeah." You tried to ignore it as you turned around and passed her the pancakes. "Maple syrup?"
"Pfft, obviously." She comments, taking the distraction that was provided. Food was a great distraction. "Who eats their pancakes without syrup?"
You chuckled. "Demons, probably." To this she laughed and you walked past to get the syrup and ice cream. The two of you set everything on the table and started talking about random things, relevant however disconnected. The whole time you couldn't ignore the thoughts about the stranger who was in the kitchen.
After eating you were going to sit down and watch some TV, however you heard Sam and Dean returning from their hunt so you jogged over to the door. "Hey guys." You greeted.
"Hey Y/N." Dean greeted. "Don't talk to Sam, he's grumpy." He commented. "Oh, and we brought pie." He lifted the shopping bag slightly in order to indicate his words. You were still linked back to Sam, as they reminded you of this mornings words.
/Funny, I thought Sammy would have mentioned me./
You blinked a few times and cleared your throat, looking away to your left. "Well, uh, I just ate, so-"
"What's wrong?" Dean asked protectively. "You're acting weird."
You gave up your attempts to neglect the situation. "Someone was here in the bunker. He didn't hurt me, he was just there. It was a really weird encounter." You sighed, and before Dean could interject you continued. "When I questioned him, he found it surprising that Sam didn't mention him."
They both seemed to freeze. "Did he give you a name?" Sam asked through gritted teeth.
"Uh, no, but he was a bit taller than me, and, uh, he had this really nice blond hair and these blue eyes. Quite handsome, I suppose. He seemed really cold. Not, like, in terms of personality - He seemed fairly nice, if you ignore pining me to the counter and covering my mouth so I wouldn't scream - but his hands were inhumanly cold." While speaking and going off track slightly, distracted by your own thoughts, you failed to recognize Sam and Dean's expression drop and the color drain from their face.
"Dean, punch me." Sam insisted in an expressionless tone.
"He didn't hurt her. That's a good thing, right? I can't believe you just called him handsome." Dean turned back to look at him and they shared a few expressions.
"Uh, guys? Mind telling me what's going on here?" You pester, interrupting their silent conversation.
Sam took a very deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm himself down. "Y/N, that was Lucifer." He announced.
You stared at him, silent as you contemplated this. It took you a moment to reply. "Isn't Lucifer supposed to be, you know... not nice? He was smiling and smirking when he was talking to me." You shrugged, instantly regretting this comment from there faces.
"Son of a freaking bitch," Dean muttered as he ran a hand through his hair and push past you to the kitchen.
Sam seemed extremely frustrated. "He was nice? Please tell me he wasn't flirting with you." This, this you hadn't contemplated. He definitely wasn't, however, his intentions of being there were unknown in the first place, so it really stuck in your mind.
"The conversation was barely two minutes. He didn't even tell me his name, remember?" You were sure everything would be fine.