Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #68: Don't Touch Her

This imagine is dedicated to sara_rora

Imagine: The Winchester trio meet Lucifer, and the boys are really over protective of your shy little self.

Age: 16

     "What?" You exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, your eyes lighting up with apprehension, "He's in the bunker?"

     "Yes," Dean continued, holding out his hands to gently reassure you. He knew how jumpy and skittish you could be, "He got in while we were gone, but Y/n, he's weak. We can get him."

     "What if we don't?" You stressed, "He's the Devil, he can kill us!"

     "Not in the state he's in," Sam broke in, "His grace is failing; he couldn't kill Cas the other day. We'll put him in the dungeon and he can stay there until we figure out how to put him back in the cage, for good."

     "I hope you two know what you're doing," You said quietly, leaning back in the seat of the Impala and crossing your arms, fear in your gaze. Dean glanced at you in the rearview mirror, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter.

"Y/n, nothing bad is going to happen to you. We won't let it." He said firmly, pressing harder on the gas to signify an end to the conversation as the Impala sped away in the direction of home.

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Guns were drawn and stances were apprehensively ready when the Winchesters opened the door and entered the bunker. Sam and Dean took up place on either side of you, occasionally glancing back to make sure you were still there as they descended the stairs, barrels sweeping the room for glowing eyes or bloody clothes.

"Sam! Dean!" The brothers jumped and spun fast enough to give them whiplash toward the sound, guns suddenly aimed true for Lucifer's vessel as he smiled at them. You were blocked from his view by a wall of angered flannel, and as you shoved your way between your brothers, trying to see, he spotted you. But much to your surprise, his smile only grew.

"Oh my Dad," He said, bringing his hands to his face with a squeal, "Y/n Winchester! It's such an honor to meet you."

"Don't touch her." Dean snapped protectively as Lucifer held out his hand toward you, almost like a handshake, and he withdrew it with an angry shake of his head.

"Please, Dean, have some sense. I'd beat you and Moose here until you were black and blue, but lay a hand on this precious angel?" He looked to you, framing your face with his hands, "I might as well throw myself back in the cage."

This confused the trio, eyebrows raising and guns lowering slightly, the brothers unconscious of the movement. You were intrigued by his interest in you, wanting to question him, but your obedience to your brothers prevented you from speaking.

"What?" Lucifer continued, shrugging innocently, "She's my favorite. She's so shy, and adorable."

"Stop, this is-- weird," Sam interrupted, stepping closer to you and readying his gun again, "Don't talk to her, don't look at her, don't touch her or so help me I will kill you."

"Relax, boys, what don't you understand about 'she's my favorite'?" Lucy rolled his eyes, annoyed, before cheering up again and clapping his hands together, "So, I'm sure you guys know that I'm kind of on the weak side right now, so where will I be while I wait for my strength to come back?"