He just loved to pester you, fuck. What’s even crazier is no one else can see the bastard but you.

It all started when you were trapped in Lucifer’s cage with him and Michael, leading to a long while of torture on your end. You were basically changed forever from it. I mean, what are you gonna possibly do? Piss Lucifer off even more?

Now he’s all up in your noggin, digging away at your emotions, making you hallucinate. He’s no man that works a fuckin’ 9-5 that’s for sure.

You can feel him all around you, you can feel when he touches you. The longer you spent with him the longer you disassociated from reality as a whole. The eye bags under your eyes and how pale your skin looked was a constant reminder of how much he is breaking you down.

Standing in front of the mirror, one hand trembling against the tile counter while the other held a concealer stick up to your eye bags, hoping to cover the deep tones— you couldn’t help but wonder if Sam and Dean had found anything that could potentially help you with this predicament.

You feel his hands on your shoulders, looking up to see him standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His voice was mocking, condescending.

“No need to cover up that face of yours,” He muttered, taking the concealer from your hand to set it back down. “Don’t worry about that…”

He acts so gentle, it almost made you confused. I mean, yeah, he’s an asshole… But he acts so different when it came to your self deprecation.