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It’s been a week since Sam came back, you felt that something was off about him. He looked stoic. He cared less. It was as if he didn’t give a crap about anything. It shattered your heart when Sam broke things off with you. And when he looked at you with pure disgust? Something inside you died. You had thought at least he wouldn’t leave you. But maybe you thought wrong. Everyone seemed to leave you.

You felt heartbroken and lost. It hurt so much. To have someone you considered family when you didn’t have anyone in this world except them and they decided to leave you? It killed you.

You had no one left. Dean had left the hunting life behind and found a new family. Bobby seemed to be drowning in alcohol and not caring about anything. Castiel had fled as well, leaving you in the dust. Crowley popped in a few times to meet you but that was it.

You had just been lost, so lost. You wanted answers and since nobody was trying to give you answers you decided to do something bad. While Bobby was taking a nap, you decided to leave. You had a few safe houses stashed all over America where no one would be able to find you.

Was running away the only option for you? Yes, it was. Being all alone and the silence surrounding was a familiar feeling to you. You hated the feeling of it but at the same time relished it.

After a few hours in your car, you were about to arrive at your destination. You stashed your car a few miles away and started walking towards the woods. You had a small bunker hidden in the woods. It would keep you safe from every being that you wanted to keep out.

As soon as you entered the bunker, you started finding ingredients to summon Crowley, your favorite demon. He was one of your good friends even though Sam and Dean hated him. He ought to give you some answers. He has never deceived you so it was quite reassuring for you to summon the demon.

“Hello, darling. Been a while since we’ve talked sweetheart,” Crowley remarked as he took a look around the bunker.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days darling. Everything okay?” He asked, his voice seeping with concern. You hugged the man. Only he had noticed how terrible you seemed to look. “There there darling. Now tell me why is it that you’ve summoned me?” He inquired as he patted your back.

You wanted to break down in tears and start sobbing in front of the demon. But you kept your calm.

“I need answers, Crowley,” You admitted and let out a tired sigh. “Do you know who brought back Sam? And why is he acting differently?” You questioned the man.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. You know the policy and rules. Unless you make a deal I can’t answer you,” He pointed out as he gently chided you.

“Just tell me what’s going on Crowley. Please? I- this is my last straw. I’m going to end up doing stuff if I don’t know. At least let me die in peace,” you pleaded with the man.

Crowley sighed. “His soul was left in the cage,” he whispered as he looked at you with worried eyes.

“So you- mean- that he’s without a soul right now? How is he alive?” You stuttered. “I’m afraid, yes,” he replied.

Your mind was running wild. You had gotten a lot of stupid ideas and this was the stupidest one of all but you were going to end up doing it. An obscure ritual came to your mind, you remember Chuck telling you about it. He was quite hesitant when he spoke about it, knowing how bad the consequences would be if someone decided to do it but it would work. It has to. It was your only shot at this.

A smile graced your lips as you decided on what to do. “Thank you for telling me, Crowley. You’ve done me a great favor.”

Crowley glanced at you with a knowing look in his eyes. “I know you, better than you know yourself. Don’t do it. It’s not worth it.” He shook his head. He was your biggest well-wisher.

“I have to do something and if it means condemning my soul? I will do it,” you answered with a sad smile. “You stupid, insipid humans never fail to astonish me,” he proclaimed with a look of disapproval.

“Hey! You were a human once and became a demon for the dumbest reason,” you retorted.

“That thing is still there attached to me. You won’t be when you enter that den of angels,” he spoke.

“If you’re so adamant on that idea? I'll help you out,” Crowley offered with a solemn voice. “And what’s your price? What do you want from me?” You asked with a frown.

“My soul was doomed from the moment I made that decision,” you added. “I don’t want anything. I just want to help you out,” he responded.

“Well, I am desperate. And not keen on living. Living sucks anyways. Do not interfere and don’t let anyone know what I have done okay? And after I’ve gone? Hand them the letters that I’ll write, please. You can come visit me whenever you want. I’m sure to get lonely there,” you grumbled. “Don’t let anyone know what I did. Just make them believe that I’m dead,” you added.

“Fine, I won’t. I give you my word,” Crowley sighed. “Thank you for everything,” you spoke, wiping a stray tear from your eye. He flashed you a bitter smile and vanished with a snap of his fingers.

“I have all the ingredients probably stashed here somewhere,” you mumbled. Ever since that bastard Chuck told you all about the cage and the ritual, you had started collecting the ingredients.

After a painful few hours of searching for the most obscure ingredients ever that were concealed all over the house. You were prepared. You were nervous but glad.

Exchanging a deal with death itself had never been this easy. The ritual basically exchanged the souls for one that entered willingly inside the cage and there was this teeny-tiny sub-clause that you’d be owned by the person or people residing in the cage.

God had created this little clause so that Lucifer wouldn’t be alone. But the thing was you had to enter the cage willingly and once you got in, you would never be able to get out well unless god himself decided to unlock the cage.

Yes, you were volunteering to give up your life, to get locked in the cage with Lucifer, to become his little pet for eternity, just to get Sam’s soul back and, in the grand scheme of things, help the Winchester’s half-brother Adam get out of the cage.

Summoning death was the first part. You had never encountered him. But judging from what you’ve heard from Dean, death liked fast food and thought of everyone as a filthy bacterium. It terrified you. Were you going to fuck it up? You didn’t want an angry primordial after you.

Everything stopped as death, the pale horseman arrived. Your hands trembled and it felt like your knees were about to give out. The light bulb was decimated into pieces and a dark aura washed over the bunker.

“I apologize for summoning you all this way,” you greeted the man with a bow. “It will not be easy,” the man, death vocalized.

“I am aware but I don’t care. The cage would be sealed forever if I were to do this. So unless god changed his mind and decided to let out his sons, it wouldn’t matter to me,” you expressed to the horseman.

“I believe you will like these,” you handed him a bag of all the most popular fast foods in the area.

Death sighed. “You and the Winchesters never listen don’t you?” “Get your bearings in order then,” he responded and with a snap of his fingers, you were in the cage. Alone with Lucifer and Michael. You sighed in relief. At Least Adam and Sam’s soul were safe now.

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The cage was depressing to say the least. Just a horrible place to live in. It was bare, so plain. It was exactly what you meant by a cage. Long dark walls closing in on you and nowhere to run. You sighed. You placed a hand on one of the cage’s walls.

You took a peek at your new roommates. Lucifer looked beautiful, ethereal even. Nick's vessel didn’t suit him. You now know why he was considered the most beautiful being and god’s beloved son. He oozed such an alluring aura. So seductive and tempting.

One smile from him and you would melt, fall on your knees, and worship him, the devil. These wretched sinful thoughts made you feel guilty. It felt like you were betraying the Winchesters, betraying your Sammy.

You were shaken out of your train of thought by Lucifer. “Well well well isn’t it little Sammy’s sweetheart?” Lucifer crooned.

“Well well well isn’t it daddy’s little angel,” you retorted. “Oops forgot that Lucy Bear wasn’t an angel anymore,” you said with a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your snickers.

Lucifer glowered at you. You raised your hands in surrender. “Calm down Lucy-bear I actually like you. Truth hurts doesn’t it?”

“Oh and forgot about daddy’s little soldier here,” you said as you looked at Michael.

Michael was the polar opposite of Lucifer. He was beautiful no doubt but he had a look of innocence on his face.

Lucifer was like a seductive, tempting beauty whereas Michael alluded to an innocent, pure but stoic beauty. It made you want to tease him and just ruin that innocence.

“I hope that the cage made you feel as miserable as it made Lucy bear when he fell. I mean where is your brotherhood and love? Following Daddy’s orders is all you can do, hm?” You chided and turned towards Lucifer and gave him a ‘see’ look.

“I prefer you over all the other angels well…except Castiel. He’s a cute little baby.”

Being snarky with the devil and the heaven’s chief prince was a wonderful idea when you knew they couldn’t do anything to you. As long as you were in the cage, they wouldn’t be able to smite you.

Lucifer scoffed. “Cute little baby? He’s a celestial being for Father’s sake!” You chuckled, “I guess you haven’t been around him. He’s like a baby in a trench coat minus the powers.”

“What I don’t understand is how you’re here and where are our chew toys?” He clicked his tongue. “I miss playing with little Sammy’s soul.” He spoke with a mischievous, sort of menacing look on his face.

“Don’t you even dare bring that up Sam was the innocent one in this whole grand scheme of things. Along with Adam. Poor Adam. You both ruined them. My Sam was without a goddamn soul for more than a week! Do you know how fucked up was that?” You shouted.

Michael huffed, trying to muffle his laugh. “For god’s sake Can you shut the fuck up?” You spoke, glaring at Michael. “It’s not funny.”

“You disgusting creatures love using god’s name in vain. The urge I get to blast you to smithereens. Stay away from me you pest,” Michael spoke, his voice laced with disgust.

You snorted. “Oh, how could I forget? You’re jealous that dear god daddy created us humans, he loves us and not you. I have never seen someone more vain than angels. Pest? Baby you are the pest that god left behind. He didn’t want to deal with you. That’s why he left and I know where he is. You would lose your mind if you knew.” You spoke with a smirk.

Both Lucifer and Michael looked at you with fury and disgust in their eyes. “I'm your new roommate, guys. Don’t hate me. At least not on the first day,” you teasingly remarked.

“And replying to you, Lucy bear, I willingly entered the cage. There’s something you don’t know about this cage.” You responded. Lucifer looked a bit peeved. “Elaborate,” he demanded.

“Dude at least try to be a bit nicer?” You muttered. “Your dad added a teeny tiny little sub-clause to this cage business.” You added with a smirk, knowing you had leverage over him and Michael.

If only they knew, you giggled. You were fucked for sure. But what if you didn’t tell them?

“And pray tell how would you know about all of this?” Michael questioned. “A prophet of the lord had foreseen this event. He was aware of a ritual, a very dark and obscure ritual. And when I found out Sam's soul was stuck here I obviously had to get him out,” you explained.

They both had pensive looks on their faces. Lucifer stared at Michael, it seemed as if they were having a nonverbal conversation.

“Uh, guys? I’m still here?” You snarkily spoke. Lucifer’s eyes darted across the room over to you and then glanced back at Michael, who quirked a brow which was then responded by Lucifer with a nod indicating that they were done talking with their eyes.

Michael stared at you, a smirk gracing his lips. “Did that clause happen to mention some sort of ownership by any chance?” He remarked nonchalantly.

You let out a squeak as an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back with inhuman strength. You were unmistakably caged, in their clutches.

“Did you think that we’re some dim witted morons like those low level seraphs?” Lucifer’s breath tickled your ear, making you shudder. If it wasn’t for Lucifer who had his arm around your waist, holding you, your legs would’ve given out.

Lucifer tilted his head so that he was leaning towards you. His lips brushed your ear, sending tingles down your spine. “I- I was just teas-ing you,” you managed to breathe out, your voice coming out shaky.

Michael took long strides, making his way towards you. He gently tilted your chin upwards so you were facing him.

“Teasing?” He laughed. “Little girl, do you know who you’re messing with?” He iterated.

You were starting to feel overwhelmed as Lucifer kept messing with you as you tried to focus on what Michael was saying.

“Oh I know. I- thought I should make some jokes and tease you guys to lighten the mood,” You whispered, a nervous smile curving your lips. Michael clicked his tongue, his eyes cold and piercing. It was as if his eyes were boring into your soul.

Just when you thought you had forgotten about Lucifer, a gentle tug on your earlobe reminded you of his presence. His hand slowly made its way to your chest, cupping the skin and gently massaging it. You let out a pleased sigh as he did that.

It felt so comforting and relaxing. Then an abrupt flick to the nipple made you flinch. “What the hell?” Lucifer chuckled, “You were getting a little too comfortable there.”

“Leave her alone brother. We’ll play with her later. We need to discuss what’s going to happen next.” Michael remarked. You let out a relieved sigh as Lucifer walked away.

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“Can I be included in those talks as well?” You blurted out, raising your hand to ask Michael, who chose to ignore your words.

With a snap of his fingers, two majestic thrones, and a huge king-sized bed appeared.

Lucifer and Michael both perched themselves on the thrones. It felt like they belonged there. The power radiating off them was unimaginable. It felt dangerous, and imposing and made you tremble.

With a wave of Lucifer’s hand, a small, plush pillow lay on the floor at the foot of the conjoined majestic thrones.

“Kneel,” Lucifer ordered, as he beckoned you over to the little pillow. It took everything in you to not go running to him. You tried your best to stay still and not move.

“Come sit and don’t try to resist it, sweetheart. It won’t end well,” Lucifer chuckled.

Your very essence, your soul was calling out to them.

It was pulling at you and it was not a gentle tug.

Your legs suddenly had a mind of their own as you made your way to them and kneeled on the soft pillow that was placed at the foot of the thrones. At least now you knew that the clause worked. You just hoped that your new ‘owners’ wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

Michael placed a hand on top of your head, gently petting your hair. “Just sit and listen to us speak. No need to worry that tiny human brain of yours.” He coaxed. Something inside you just switched. You didn’t want this. You wanted to be included. You needed to be included in whatever they were conversing about.

A warm light embraced you. It felt oddly like Castiel’s grace but more powerful. You could feel it surrounding you like a second skin, a shield of sorts. Your mind started getting all fuzzy and all you could feel was his fingers carding through your hair.

Their voices were like a lullaby being sung to you, causing you to shut your eyes and listen to the reverberation of their voices. Their presence made you content -whole.

A light tap on your shoulder shook you out of your daze. “Back into the world of the living sweetheart?” Lucifer questioned. You pouted, “You’re both so mean. You didn’t even let me listen.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Maybe next time you can listen to us or even be included in the conversation but not today.” He informed you, his voice felt as if he was coaxing you. You squinted your eyes at him. “At least tell me what you guys talked about?” You whined.

Michael patted your head like you were his pet. “Nothing of import. We talked about God's plan for us. You wouldn’t have understood our conversation since we talked in Enochian.”

You huffed while crossing your arms over your chest. “Sure sure I’m just a hairless ape that shouldn’t interfere with your conversation.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “You should be glad that you’re our human. Otherwise, we would’ve done something way worse than just making you kneel sweetheart.”

“Ooh Shiver me Timbers! I’m so scared!” You acted fake, scared, and cried out. Michael clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval.

You flinched as he looked at you with disappointment in his eyes. You hated it when people got disappointed with you. Blame your irrevocable parental issues for that.

“M’sorry,” You looked away from them and mumbled. “I didn’t mean that.” You added quietly as you looked down at your shoes. “It’s alright. Just know that I won't hesitate to punish you for your cheek the next time.” Michael stated. You nodded, a dull, sad look across your face.

Lucifer walked over to you and patted your cheek. “Uh-uh, no need to be sad.” He said and pulled you along towards the bed. “Come sit. Let’s talk hm?”

“So now we’re in here for Dad knows what, we should at least get to know each other.” Lucifer shot you a smile. You raised your eyebrows, looking at the devil in amusement. What was he trying to do? But you nodded anyway.

“What do you wanna know? You’ve been in Sam’s head. You know me probably better than I know myself,” You remarked. He smirked. “Maybe I do.”

“Why did you give yourself up to us?” Michael who was silently staring at you asked.

You shrugged. “Saving Sam’s soul was the only thing on my mind and after I heard what Chuck told me about the cage, I felt bad for you. You, sure just recently got locked up in the cage but Lucifer here has been locked for a long time. I don’t know, there was something inside me just screaming at me to keep Lucifer and You company. Maybe it was god who was telling me to do this.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Our Father is a piece of shit. He won’t do anything for me or us.”

Michael sighed. “You know Lucifer, he does love us. Even if it’s in the most twisted neglectful way possible but there’s a part of him that cares.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Brother you surely can’t believe that. He wanted the apocalypse. He wanted to kill us. That is not something a loving father would do. Hell, He even locked me up in this cage and left me here to rot.” He exclaimed angrily.

“Lucifer…” Michael started to speak but Lucifer stopped him.

“Michael, brother, I took the mark for him, to lock up Auntie Amara. And what did I get? This quite literally is a godforsaken cage!”

You stepped in between the two brothers. “Guys, I know butting in between your conversation is the last thing you need. But you guys really need to have a therapy session. Like- your father has messed you up so much. There’s so much trauma and psychological damage that he’s done to you. You need to let it all out. So if you want I can meditate?” You mumbled in a low voice.

You were nervous, how does a human just say to two archangels that they’ve got issues?

Michael let out a genuine laugh. “You humans, especially you. You’re just saying in the nicest way possible that we have issues.” He shook his head, a smile still lingering on his face.

You blew him a kiss. “How dare I say that to you?” You looked at him with widened eyes. “I would never!” You replied with a teasing smile.

“Stop with the theatrics sweetheart,” Lucifer demanded, a smirk on his lips. “Make me.” You retorted. “Oh I will.” He said, leaning back on the bed. You blushed.

Okay, what were you supposed to say to that? Lucifer and Michael were ethereal beings and they were flirting with you? That was something you couldn’t come back from.

“Getting shy now are we?” Michael crooned, his breath tickling your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

His body loomed over you like a shadow as he sat next to you. “M’not shy.” You fake glared at him.

With a sly grin, Michael placed his large hand on your thigh. “My angelic senses are telling me that you’re lying.” You flushed red as he looked at you.

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You rolled your eyes. “And if I was? What're you going to do?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Michael laughed, a hint of cruelty in his voice. “Oh sweetheart, you’re not prepared for the things we’re about to do to you.”

You snorted. “Uh-huh? Really? Show me.” Lucifer who was sitting next to you, silently listening to your conversation caressed your back, slowly moving his hand towards the back of your neck. “Do you want to do this? Like no backsies?” Lucifer whispered in your ear.

You giggled. “Dude who even says backsies? Is that even a word?” “Well, I do. And it is now.” Lucifer retorted as he squeezed your neck lightly as if to warn you. “Okay okay! No backsies. Do whatever you want! Just no weird shit,” You exclaimed. Michael got up and snapped his fingers again.

Suddenly the scenery of the cage shifted making the bed disappear. You fell right on your ass, but hey! at least the floor was cushioned. Lucifer snickered as You glared at the archangel. “That was not funny Michael.” Michael huffed a laugh as he called Lucifer over to the thrones.

Lucifer happily -almost skidded over to the throne. He looked at you with a smirk. He beckoned you over to the throne. You, in a daze, moved your feet off the ground towards the throne. You stared at the majestic beings right in front of you.

“Are you willing to follow us? Obeying our every word? Are you willing to devote yourself to us? Servicing us whenever we wish? Are you willing to give up your life for us, Lucifer and Michael for eternity?” Lucifer questioned, a sadistic smile gracing his lips.

You shivered at the tone of his voice, it made you weak, it took all of you to not fall on the ground, to be on your knees for them. To worship Lucifer and Michael.

“Yes,” An almost silent whisper managed its way out of your mouth. Michael chuckled. “Prove it to us. Kneel,” He commanded. You shakily got on your knees and looked up at him. His piercing eyes send shivers down your spine.

“Serve my brother,” Michael ordered. You all too eagerly crawled in Lucifer’s direction. “Oh, you spoil me, Mikey!” Lucifer crooned. Michael blatantly ignored him. They both sat on tall, imposing thrones right next to each other. You made your way between Lucifer’s legs and looked up at him with pure worship and devotion in your eyes.

“Go on,” Lucifer ordered and you dived right in. You licked his clothed crotch. “So eager to follow hm?” He spoke, resting his hand on top of your head, stroking your hair as if you were a pet.

His hand slowly made its way to your cheek, gently caressing the side of your face. “Get working pet,” he commanded with a light pat on your cheek.

You understood what he wanted, unzipped his pants, and removed his boxers. His thick cock sprang out and slapped you on your face.

“Hilarious,” Michael spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Oh hush brother,” Lucifer chided him and grabbed a handful of your hair, using them as a leash, tugging onto them and pushing your face down onto his crotch.

You kissed the tip of his cock and started with kittenish licks. Taking the tip in your mouth, you slowly traced your tongue over Lucifer’s slit. You looked up at him as you took more of him into your mouth. An almost inaudible sigh of pleasure fell from Lucifer’s lips. Your lips curved into a smile around his cock, knowing that you were making him feel good.

“You belong to us now and we will use you as we please,” Lucifer whispered as he looked at your kneeling figure, your face smothered between his thighs as you diligently sucked his cock.

“Isn’t that right brother?” Lucifer spoke to Michael, not moving his eyes from your kneeling figure. “Of course. She is ours, ours to do as we please,” Michael breathed out, his voice laced with pleasure as he stroked his cock. “Aren’t you, pet?” Lucifer asked, his voice brimming with desire.

You looked up from Lucifer’s dick, mascara-tinged tears streaming down your face and nodded your head. “Good girl,” Lucifer praised you. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer, forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You choked on his cock but he was relentless. He wouldn’t let go of you.

A groan slipped out of Lucifer’s mouth as you took all of his length down your throat. Drool dribbled down your chin as your lips parted around his dick.

“You have such a good mouth. Keeping my cock warm for me,” Lucifer crooned. “Won’t you please my brother as well?” He instructed with an almost gentle voice.

Only you, Lucifer, and Michael knew the dark undertones behind his gentleness. And the irony was that Michael was even more crueler than Lucifer.

Your hand shakily made its way onto Michael’s crotch, softly squeezing his cock. You stroked Michael’s cock, palming his tip. A spurt of precum dripping from the tip.

You fastened your pace, furiously stroking Michael’s cock while you cockwarmed Lucifer.

You were starting to get a little out of breath, taking sharp inhales as you sucked on Lucifer’s dick. “Increase your pace slut,” Lucifer ordered.

You whimpered against his shaft. You wanted to take a breather, just a moment to pull yourself together but he wouldn’t allow that.

You started bobbing your head up and down around his dick, fastening your pace. “You're going to make me cum with that mouth of yours sweetheart,” He grunted, his hands gripping onto your hair even tighter.

You continued to move your head, nodding up and down, sucking his cock eagerly and desperately, trying to entice Lucifer.

Michael let out a groan as your hand on his cock increased its pace, running up and down furiously. “M’ going to” Michael grunted and pulled your hand away.

“Let’s cover the slut with our seed,” Lucifer spoke, his voice clouded with lust as he pulled out of your mouth. Michael and Lucifer both got up from their thrones and stood in front of you.

You had been expecting to swallow their come. But that wasn’t the case as you felt a warm sticky mess on your face. You just closed your eyes and stuck your tongue as they continued to spurt cum on your face, hoping to swallow some of it.

Michael chuckled. “So desperate aren’t you?” He swiped a glob of cum with his fingers and placed them in front of your lips. You opened your mouth, lapping their cum off Michael’s fingers. “Thank you for the treat,” you rasped.

Lucifer picked you up and placed you on the bed. He placed a hand on your cheek, gently caressing it.

A mysterious washcloth appeared in his hand and he carefully cleaned your face. “I know that took a lot out of you. So rest okay? We’ll watch over you.” You felt a dip in the bed next to you. You glanced over and saw Michael lying on the bed, looking at you.

“Scoot over princess,” Lucifer spoke, calling you princess sarcastically.

You shook your head. “Move me yourself, dumbass.” Lucifer snorted.

With a flick of his wrist, you were pushed by an unseen force, his angelic grace. And he was lying next to you. You snorted. “I’m an archangel sandwich. Oh for fucks sake.”

Michael huffed a laugh. “Well get used to it.”