Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Technically, I don't even own the OCs, cause they're based off of my friends. I only own the idea.

I looked around my bedroom, confused. No light shone through the gaps in the blinds, nor under the door. The clock froze at 12:34.

A rustle of feathers had me whipping around. Who—what—stood there had my mouth dropping in shock.

"You have got to be joking," I groaned. Okay, that settled it. No more watching Supernatural right before I went to sleep.

"I assure you, I am not—" Lucifer began.

"Oh, shut it. I so didn't want to deal with this. I have a test tomorrow morning, I need to sleep. I know it's a foreign concept for angels, but we mortal humans have to rest or we break. So bugger off." I flopped back down on my bed, pulling the covers back over me in an attempt to fall back asleep. Or wake up. Or something.

"You are special, and I need your help—" he tried again.

"Oh, no. I don't care if you are Satan, you don't get to invade my mind and ask me questions in the middle of the night. Schedule an appointment." I rolled to face the wall, not particularly caring if I was giving the Devil an opportunity to kill me. Seriously, why would he?

"Very well."

I blinked, twisting my neck to see the empty room. Huh.

Whatever, I could think in the morning. After I slept.

"Denise!"

"Rhiannon!"

I waited on the sidewalk as Denise hurried towards me. Her bag slung over her shoulder, her arms full of books, like usual, she grinned at me as we walked to Writers' Club.

"So, think we'll be kicked out of our room today?" She moved to open the door, ushering me in before following.

"Hopefully Roegner sorted everything out. Are you staying the entire time today?" I raised my eyebrows, the topic long a point of contention between us.

"I think so. Did you bring the writing sample?"

I shrugged. "Kind of. I wrote something a while ago—one of my abandoned fics. I think."

Denise dropped her books on the desk, greeting Roegner, Abby and Joy before continuing our conversation. "You think? You can't tell?"

"Well, I think it was fanfiction with one of my originals melded with it. I dunno, we'll see. Hey, how are your premonitions?"

Denise sighed. "The same, pretty much. Is everything okay with you? You seemed kind of distracted today."

"I don't remember a lot of my dreams, but last night's was really lucid—" I broke off, staring at the angel that had just appeared in the center of the room.

"Hey, what's wrong? Déjà vu?" Denise clasped my shoulder worriedly. I shook my head.

"Nothing. The voices in my head decided to take a vacation in the real world."

Everyone stared. "You are aware that made no sense, right?" Joy asked, amused.

"Hey, what's up, who's not making sense?" Mady slid into the room, setting her things down.

"Rhiannon," Abby grinned.

"Oh, well, let me know when something new happens." She turned to Joy. "What's on the schedule for today?"

"You did ask me to schedule an appointment," Lucifer laughed.

I didn't mean while I was in public, you prick, I thought viciously. He laughed again. Good, I didn't have to talk out loud.

"I told you, you're special, I need your help."

I ignored him.

"This isn't my true form, you know—"

I know.

A pause. Damnit.

"Do you now? That's very interesting. How, is the question." Lucifer leaned down to look me in the eyes. "Then you know what I'm here for?"

You need another vessel. I had no sense of self-preservation, obviously.

"Very good." Lucifer's voice had dropped, becoming velvety smooth and soft. The Deceiver, I remembered.

Oh, piss off. I'm not a child. Don't treat me like one.

"Very well. But I need—"

My consent, I'm aware. I was so screwed.

"Rhiannon?"

I barely looked up, frowning. "I'm having a conversation with the voices, give me a minute."

It said a lot that that was an acceptable response. The meeting continued.

Who said he was actually here, anyway? He could just be a figment of my very overactive imagination.

Yeah, I was going crazy.

Er.

Still, if he wasn't actually here…

Fine. What the hell. Literally.

"Yes."

Bright light filled the room and oh, fuck, that was cold. I could feel Lucifer trying to push me out of the way, kill my soul.

Oh, hell no, buddy, I was here first.

I could vaguely hear shouting, and I distantly hoped that everyone's eyes were intact and inside their skulls. I didn't push back Luce's—oh, crap, I was already nicknaming the prick—Grace. I didn't want him to find another poor sap, and Nick looked pretty bad. Then again, I didn't want to be burned out. So I sort of…meshed with him. I stubbornly held on until he (she?) was as much a part of me as I was of him. Her. Whatever.

It hurt. Really fucking bad.

We passed out.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Huh. Luce was pissed.

"Why are you asking me? Aren't you the expert?" Okay, so I didn't want him to start the End of Days. Call me old-fashioned, but I like things the way they are.

"It's impossible!" He glared at me, for some reason still wearing Nick, though without the degradation. Maybe that was a good thing. I didn't feel like looking at my clone. Sam would be nice, though…

No. Bad thoughts. Apocalyptic ones.

"Yeah, whatever you say. Obviously not as impossible as it was before, seeing as we're in it." I needed to wake up. I needed—

"You cannot contain me forever. I am too strong for you," he told me smugly.

I stared back, unimpressed. "If I burn out, how will you get back? How many vessels are even available to you now? I know Sam won't say yes, not unless he's planning to throw himself into the Cage and take you with him."

Luce scowled. "I will not go back to Hell."

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I'm not sending you back unless you start unnecessarily killing people. Or cause natural disasters. Or—"

"Yes, yes, I get the point," he said sullenly.

"Good. Can we wake up now?"

Luce snorted. "Of course. It's your decision, apparently."

"Oh, don't sulk. It doesn't become you."

I opened my eyes to five worried faces inches from mine.

"Space, guys. It's usually appreciated." I sat up stiffly, the others scrambling back. I absently noticed Luce—still wearing Nick; seriously, what was up with that?—appear behind them.

"What happened, Rhiannon? That almost looked like…" Abby started nervously.

"Um…remember that conversation we had last Eighth Hour? About Supernatural fics? And, uh, mine?"

Denise got it first. "Oh, Rhiannon, you didn't."

"What? I'm confused," Joy said, exasperated.

"Yeah, I'm with Joy on this one," Mady agreed, confused.

"No way," Abby gasped. I grimaced.

"Will one of you explain what's going on and let me know if an ambulance is needed?" Roegner raised an eyebrow.

"No ambulance. Straightjacket won't do any good either. I sort of, maybe, kind of let Lucifer wear me?" I waited anxiously for their response.

"Then how are you still here?"

Trust Joy to skip shock and go straight to the heart of the problem.

"I'm stubborn?" That wasn't supposed to sound like a question.

"One of the most stubborn humans I've ever had the displeasure of meeting," Luce sniped from the whiteboard.

The rest of Writers' Club whirled around. There may have been a couple of shrieks. I glared half-heartedly at his projection—it had to be a projection, it was the only thing that made sense, really.

"Rhiannon!" Denise, of course, went right to the scolding.

"Hey, it's not my fault! Blame Satan over there!"

"Is he—?" Abby, that time.

"A projection. Easier than fighting for control over the mouth." The smug bastard smirked at me.

"I have my very own Hallucifer, except everyone else can see him. Awesome." Possibly in the original sense of the word. This sucked. I was so kicking God's ass.

"So," Mady broke the silence. "What now?"

I shrugged. "Plot development?"

Joy nodded. "Sure. Okay, let's—"

"That's it?" Luce stared at us incredulously.

"What, you want applause? Confetti? A parade?" I snarked at him.

He glared. Denise laughed. "It's a worm! Eat it; I dare you to eat it! You have to eat it now."

I grinned, finishing the quote. "I'm not going to eat it, that's disgusting. I'm going to wear it, as a wormstache."

Joy sighed fondly. "Back on track, guys. You can fangirl later."

Luce stared on in horror. What have I gotten myself into?

I started. That wasn't my thought…oh. No way.

Can I read your thoughts? I asked gleefully.

Luce vanished.

"Rude," Denise huffed. "He didn't even say goodbye."