Imagine having an Enochian mark on your face that only angels and demons can see, and you have no idea what it means.

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There is something wrong.

It all started when you and your closest friends, the Winchester brothers, were on a simple demon hunt.

Everything was going according to plan, until the demon spotted you. You'll never forget the words it said.

"It's you."

You were confused and scared. What had it meant?

Sam and Dean tried to make the demon talk, but it refused. They dealt with it, sending it back to the pit from whence it came.

But that encounter has never left you.

A few weeks later, another demon hunt occurred. You naturally tagged along to help the boys.

The funny thing was that the demons hurt Sam and Dean pretty good, but they left you virtually untouched. You managed to defeat the demons, after untying Sam and Dean.

It became a pattern. Demons would always leave you unharmed, never hurting you more than simply knocking you out.

It's been years, and you still haven't gotten any answers. Sam and Dean haven't let this oddity affect your friendship, which you are thankful for. They've been helping you try to find answers, but there hasn't been any luck.

Right now, they're going to introduce you to a friend.

You're a bit anxious, seeing as you hardly get out anymore, but Dean reassured you that his friend might know something.

"Hey, Y/n," Sam greets as he opens the motel door.

You smile up at him and give him a quick hug, "Heya Sammy!"

Thundering footsteps alert you of Dean's presence. "Y/n!" He laughs and picks you up before dragging you inside, "It's been too long, girl!"

You laugh along with him, "Yeah, Deano. Now, who's this guy you've been talking about?"

A sort of whooshing sound fills the room. You look around in confusion before jumping.

A handsome man in a trench coat stands in front of you. He wasn't there a second ago.

"Y/n, this is Castiel," Dean introduces.

"Hi, um, how did you do that?" You ask, curious.

His firm expression doesn't change, "I'm an angel of the Lord."

You snort, "Sure, funny."

When Dean and Sam don't join in on your laughter, you stop. "You can't be serious."

"He really is an angel," Sam says.

"Dean, Sam, you're not going to like this," the angel's voice is gruff.

You look at them anxiously.

"Spit it out, Cas," Dean demands.

"It's Enochian."

You frown, "What?"

"It's an ancient language," Sam informs before Castiel continues.

"The mark on your cheek, it's Enochian."

"What does it say?" You ask quietly. "Why can't we see it?"

"It's spelled to be only visible to angels and demons," Cas explains, "You won't like what it says."

"Talk, Cas," Sam demands.

The angel sighs, "It says 'Soulmate'."

"Soulmate?" You echo. "That's it?"

"And," he sighs again, "'To Lucifer'."

You blink in confusion and stumble back.

Sam and Dean seem to be taking it as hard as you.

"'Soulmate to Lucifer'? That's what it says?!"

"Explains the demons," you mumble, "But this isn't in any lore I've read."

"It's not in the lore, but the angels know about this. God told the archangels that he made each of them a soulmate who was destined to be with them forever. This is the first time any has ever been found."

You blink wearily at the angel as he explains. You head to the door and walk out, "I got to go."

"Y/n!" Sam and Dean call after you.

You ignore them and drive off in your trusty vehicle. You don't know where you're going, but you know you've got to get away.

~

The road took you to an open field. The field is empty, but you can hear a voice.

"Y/n," it calls.

Breathing shakily, you pull over and exit the vehicle. Something drew you to this place.

"Come here," it beckons. You realize what it is now: a man's voice.

Tall grass brushes against your legs as you walk. Finally, you stop and sit down.

"I'm here," you state, feeling a bit silly for speaking to air.

"I knew you'd come sooner or later. I was getting tired of waiting."

You swallow nervously, "I'm gonna hazard a guess that you're Satan?"

"You can call me Lucifer, or Prince of Darkness. Whichever you prefer."

You can detect a hint of humour in his voice. Satan makes jokes? Not exactly what you had expected.

"How did you find out about me? Did one of the demons finally squeal?"

"An angel told me."

A pause.

"Which one?"

"Does it matter?" You're not about to snitch. What if he wants to hurt whoever told you?

"Not really. Just curious," his voice is indifferent.

"I-uh, this is weird," you chuckle nervously.

"You're telling me. I've been dreaming of this for so long. I wanted to meet you face to face first, but this works too."

"You're in a Cage, right? Someone mentioned it before."

"Yes, but I'm getting out sooner or later. I can send some demons to bring you to me, if you want."

Your heart thuds uncomfortably, "Uh, no thanks. I just half-met you, and I'm not going to Hell anytime soon."

"Suit yourself, but I'll find you eventually."

"You sound so creepy right now," you fiddle with the grass around your fingers. "Do you mean to scare me?"

"From what I've heard, you're not one to spook easily."

There's that humour again, along with some . . . admiration?

"I can't wait to meet you face to face. Then you wouldn't have doubts."

"You're Satan. I'll always have doubts," you announce and stand. "For what it's worth, I hope you're better than all the lore has made you out to be."

"Babe, I'm so good, you'll be begging for more of me."

You laugh unexpectedly, "Well, if you're really my soulmate, I should hope so."

A resounding chuckle makes you smile before you remember who you're talking to.

"I have to go now."

"See you soon, Y/n."