Let's just say that Lucifer came out of the cage permanently so the years wouldn't be all messed up. Okay?

How You Met- You were, okay this may seem crazy but, walking your grandfather's brother's daughter's godparents' son's poodle named after Luke Skywalker because your mom was, well dead and she was supposed to take care of him. To make matters worse not one person came to her funeral.

Now the park was beautiful but don't get me wrong it smelt like, eggs, wet dog and of course smoke. On top of all that it was raining. So naturally anyone who talked to you made you want to rip their heads off even more then before they came over and acted bitchy.

"Could you point me to the The Museum Of Ventura County." a man with a scruffy face a blue eyes asked from behind you. He looked almost British.

"God would it kill you to say please." you snap back like saying please is important to this ass.

"Yes actually it really would." He said thoughtfully looking up towards the sky.

"Go to hell." you spit. This guy was what you thought your father could have been like. He left when you were little so your guesses were all you could go by.

"Already have, sweetheart. Lucifer." He said stretching out a hand expecting you to take it.

"Go that way." Ignoring his hand you point left the wrong way to the museum.

"Thanks," He sat walking away before turning around "Hey if this isn't the right way I'll find you (Y/ N)."

"I gave him my name," you mutter quietly to yourself.

He Asks You Out- Somehow Lucifer did find you. He didn't seem stalker like but he always seemed to make an appearance at every event you indented. Even if the hosts didn't know him. Which was weird, but hilarious when he gets dragged out.

He was sweet though always bringing you bouquet of Datura Inoxia flowers. You researched the flower on Google. They grew mainly in American Southwest from Baja and Southern California, east to Texas and Mexico and north through Arizona, New Mexico, Utah and Nevada. You were in New York.

You were at a coffee place right know two weeks after you met Lucifer. You where drinking a black coffee, sitting alone. A man with a sandy blond hair waltzed right into the shop. The man you know as Lucifer.

"Hi." He said as he pulled out the chair opposite of you and sat down.

"I'm sorry to be rude." You say sweetly before your expression changes to rock hard. "But how the hell do you keep finding me and what the hell do you want?"

"I climbed the stairway to heaven and a....Date would suffice."

A date. A freaking honest to God date. I guess if I bring a gun the he can't hurt me right? "Alright one date. But after that if you follow me I'll file a restraining order."

"I'll pick you up at eight."

First Date- It was eight o'clock and you were putting on your heels while running answer the door.

"Wow (Y/N). You look great." Lucifer said closing the door after you walked out.

"Thanks." You were wearing a black shirt, jeans and heels, which you did successfully got on before answering the door.

He led you to a restaurant. You guys just talked for awhile. You didn't get much about him but you had a good time. You guys planned a second date and you promised you won't file a restraining order just yet.

TV Shows- Darknet
It's on Netflix and the seasons are short which is good because you don't always have that much free time.

After A Meeting With The Winchesters- After meeting the the Winchesters especially Sam was no really that pleasant. At first he always calmed down. Lucifer slammed the door to your new shared apartment in San Francisco.

He threw his fist down on the table and grabbed a beer. Ripping the chair way from the table. Strings of cuss words escaped his mouth. You peeked around the corner for the living room.

The floor creaked underneath the weight of your body and he caught your eyes. His fiery eyes calmed when he saw you.

"I'm sorry I thought you were out," Lucifer said motioning for you to come over. You carefully pulled the other chair out and sat down. "(Y/ N) I'm not going hurt you, I just had a hard day. That's all. I know he will never say yes in till we are in Detroit."

"I'm sure it's not that much longer. As soon as Sam says yes so will Dean and then everything will be fine." You say standing up.

You Wear His Clothes- You borrowed his Tees so much he eventually just gave you some but you still take his.

Height Differences- He's only seven inches taller. Okay I guess that's a lot but your 5' 6" and he is 6' 1".

Weird Things About You He Loves- He loves that fact that you can shot a gun and you know street fighting, but you have a soft side, like him. You made a damn good sandwich. As odd as this may sound he loves how you look when you are sleeping. He's an angel so he doesn't sleep. He watches over you and loves how you sleep as creepy as that is.

Three Words To Describe You- Badass, sweet, smart.
You are the biggest badass around. Former street fighter gives you that special touch. Everyone thinks your a bitch but that's because Lucifer is the long one to ever see your sweet side. Smart you can hack, search, etc. like a beast.

You First and Last Words- "God would it kill you to say please."

"See you down there."

His First and Last Words- "Could you point me to the The Museum Of Ventura County."

"Kill those Winchesters (Y/ N)."

Break Up- You and Luci had been dating for 3 years straight. He was your best friend. You loved him. Although you weren't planning on getting married because...Well he is the devil and he could be put in the cage at anytime, but things couldn't have been anymore normal.

Today was like any afternoon. Lucifer was torturing an angel. Or something like that. You guessed it was an angel because she was really screaming. So Lucifer was really hurting her. And he isn't fond of angels.

You thought it would be nice to make Lucifer a sandwich to eat.

You made him a hoagie with turkey, carrots, humus, and pea sprouts. It was his favorite sandwich and you only made it for him on Sundays, but you made it for him even though it was a Tuesday.

You walked down and saw your one and only mother strapped to the torture chair as you and Luci called it.

You wrapped your hand around his sandwich and smushed it in your first. You wound up for arm and chucked it at the back of his head.

He whipped around annoyed till he saw he and his expression softened.

"(Y/ N)," your mother looked up at you with a blood stained face.

"You know her," Lucifer said pointing a now red knife from you to your mother.

"It's my mom," you say stunned.

"Oh my god (Y/N) I had no idea I'm so sorry," Lucifer said running to you dropping the knife.

"It's my mom," you repeat.

"I know. Please forgive me."

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! THAT'S MY MOTHER! LUCIFER WE'RE OVER YOU HEAR ME? DONE!"

Mourning Period- You left his house obviously with your mom. He had raised her because she knew the Winchester Boys. She used to hunt back when she was younger and she and Mary were friends.

You didn't care for him anymore so you only moped about for a week.

You Get Back Together- You don't get back together torturing someone's mom is unacceptable even for you Lucifer.

Your Song- The Devil In Her Heart
The Beatles. You love the devil with all your heart.

Christmas Gifts- He got you an angel knife and you got him a picture frame with a picture of you and him at beach.

Lazy Days- So just torture some people and all that jazz.

Superbowl- You don't have cable.

He Hurts You Accidentally- You and Lucifer were using the same punching bag for boxing. When he punched it so hard the bag came off the hook and came crashing down onto you.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" You say hopping around, holding the foot that the bag didn't land on.

"I'm so sorry. Let me heal." Lucifer apologized fixing your foot foot with angel healing powers.

"It's already. I feel better now. Thanks." You smile putting up a new bag.