A/N: Well, I got a few amazing reviews! Thank you guys, I'm glad you enjoyed. This chapter will be a bit longer, and less of the show, more of my own ideas.

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Chapter 2:

Mary was running. Once again. In the desert battlefield.

She didn't quite remember how she had gotten back here, she just knew she had to keep running.

To get away from him.

Suddenly, she forced herself to stop before she could run into the very form she was trying to run from.

"Hey." Lucifer spoke calmly, before forcefully back-handing her. Sending her down to the ground.

"So, you thought you could run away... From me? Really?"

Since she evidently didn't get back up as he wanted her too, he forced her back onto her feet, grabbing her by the lapels of her coat.

"Really? You do know I can fly, right?" Lucifer asked.

Mary took a calm breath, before looking him in the eyes, "So what now? You kill me?"

It was a statement more than a question.

"...Sure." Lucifer complied, and pushed her back down to the ground, where she soon felt a sharp sensation pierce straight through her chest.

Mary awoke with a startled gasp, instinctively checking her body for any wounds.

"Oh, hey. If it isn't Sleeping Beauty. How did you sleep? Oh, you know what, I don't really care. I do know that we need to get a move on, so... Up and at 'em." Lucifer spoke and she could hear him stand.

Mary stood not long after. She was still drowsy, but surprised she had fallen asleep. This had to have been the first time since they got here.

Although she wasn't sure whether to be more surprised at the fact that she had fallen asleep, or the fact that Lucifer let her.

She couldn't help but to glance at his arm she had treated about a day ago.

After her relocating his shoulder, his 'angel mojo' seemed to have done the rest.

"Well? Are we going to get going, or are you just going to stare at me all day? However long these days last." Lucifer spoke up again.

Mary's lost-in-thought stare immediately turned into a glare, and she started walking, choosing a random path and walking past him.

And, that's how the next three days went.

Constantly walking through the new forested areas, barely ever resting.

With the change of scenery, Lucifer's determination was restored into finding a way out.

On the fifth day, on what Mary inwardly declared morning, she had begun hearing Lucifer muttering things amongst himself.

He rarely did talk to her. If it wasn't to tell her to keep up, or to stop being such a wimpy little human, other than that, he just talked basically to hear himself talk, and occasionally he would pretend to get offended when she wasn't listening.

This morning, she began to notice he wasn't talking to himself, but more like... Singing?

It took her a litle more energy to focus, but she finally picked up the words he was saying.

"There's a feeling I get. When I look to the west. And my spirit is crying for leaving."

Mary's eyes lowered in confusion, is he...

"Ooh. It really makes me wonder."

"And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune. Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn. For those who stand long. And the forests will echo with laughter."

If she could have, she'd laugh at this mere sight. But she was more intrigued with how well he could sing.

"If you know the lyrics. Why don't you sing? Instead of staring a hole through my back?" Lucifer's voice returned to his normal, snarky attitude.

Mary smiled inwardly, breaking the noticed eye contact, focusing on where her feet were stepping.

"Seriously? Stairway to Heaven?" Mary finally spoke.

"Why not." Lucifer tilted his head slightly.

Mary couldn't help the light laugh that escaped her, "How do you even know that song? Or any for that matter?"

Lucifer glanced at her, but kept his focus on their never-ending trail. "Well, Nick, here, just happened to have an acceptable taste in music."

Mary looked at him, realizing and remembering, she wasn't just looking at the Devil, "Nick? Is that the name of the poor bastard you took advantage of?"

Lucifer tilted his head again, grimacing lightly, "Well, when you put it like that..."

"I'm just saying it like it is." Mary said.

"Okay. You want to know something? Nick was already suffering. His life was literally a living hell. He had just lost his family-"

"And that automatically gives you the right to step in and take his?" Mary stopped to glare at him.

Lucifer returned the glare, but also looked a little defensive, "You forget, I'm still an angel. I didn't take it. I asked for consent. Like all angels do."

"But you're also Satan, Father of Lies." Mary pointed out.

"Okay, I'm not going to explain myself to you. None of that matters anyway. Nicky is long gone. His soul died the first time I lost this vessel. I've endured things these past years that a human soul couldn't bare to handle. It's just me." Lucifer snapped back.

Mary was quiet for a few minutes.

"Any more questions or accusations? I'm starting to regret even having you on this hell hike." Lucifer said.

Mary didn't answer, which was answer enough for him.

Before they could continue walking again, however, a snap of a twig sounded behind them, followed after the sound of fluttering wings.

"Great. Again?" Lucifer turned to the intruders. This time, there were only 3 angels.

"Lucifer. We have word of your return. Our wise leader Michael has offered quite the prize if we delivered you to him, alive of course." One of the angels spoke.

"Well, at least these angels have upgraded to knowing who I am." Lucifer muttered to Mary.

"As for the human. Any ally of Lucifer's is an enemy of ours. Her life does not matter." The same angel spoke.

"Listen, guys. I just wanna get home. Let us go, and we'll be out of your wings." Lucifer said, sounding bored once again.

"Negative. We will deliver you to Michael." The angel spoke again, and all 3 began to approach them.

"They never learn." Lucifer muttered, before lifting a hand, snapping his fingers.

... Nothing.

Lucifer glanced down at his hand, baffled, then back at the angels, who had paused, seeming to know the attack.

He snapped his fingers again.

Still nothing.

The angels seemed to smirk, before all 3 soon had a silver Angel Blade in their hand, resuming their approach.

"Oh, come on. That's not fair." Lucifer complained, since in this world they seemed to have absolutely nothing.

Nonetheless, Lucifer met them halfway, giving the middle angel a harsh punch, enough to bring him to the ground.

The other two tried to team up on him, but Lucifer managed to dodge the impossible maze of Blades, before sending a punch to each angel.

He could tell the one he had knocked down was back up whe he heard Mary struggling in her own fight.

'Where the hell is my grace!' Lucifer thought to himself, enraged that each punch towards an angel seemed to be weaker than the last.

After a while, he managed to get the upper hand when he managed to get a Blade out of one of the angel's hand, then turning to deliver that angel with his own Blade.

He didn't miss a beat as he turned back to the second angel, bringing the blade forward in time to block the angel's attempted lash, before finding an opening and jamming the Angel Blade into the second angel.

Lucifer glared down at the two deceased angels, deciding to reach down and take the second angel's Blade as well.

"Well, I said it before, I'll say it again. They never learn. What say you, Mary?" Lucifer said.

When he only recieved silence, he turned his focus onto her, suddenly remembering the third angel.

The third angel had already fled.

Mary was bent over slightly, her arms wrapped around her stomach.

Lucifer could easily see blood eagerly escaping the attempted pressure her arms had on her stomach, before she dropped to the ground, unable to stand.

"Mary." Lucifer spoke, not quite worriedly, but close to it, as he went to her, managing to catch her fall, so it wouldn't cause more damage towards her injury.

Her fall had revealed a small hole in her stomach, the size of the Angel Blade.

Mary was struggling to breathe now, blood was creeping out of her mouth.

"No. You hold on." Was all Lucifer could say, still unable to sense his grace.

Mary tiredly looked up at him, smiling lightly, "Why? ... Isn't this what you want? Sooner or later..."

"Now you listen to me. You're not dying, unless I say you can. Come on." Lucifer said roughly, and with little effort, lifted her in his arms, carrying her through the forest.

Mary wasn't sure what he was up to.

Maybe he himself wasn't sure, but she did know... She was tired again.

More tired than she'd ever been in this world.

Finally.

Darkness.

Comfort.

Warmth.

Darkness.

Consciousness?

Mary found herself opening her eyes. Something she wouldn't think was possible.

"Well, look who's back to the land of the living. Or... Whatever land this is." Lucifer's voice sounded the moment she seemed to regain consciousness.

She wasn't in the most comfortable position.

She was laying on a hard, rocky surface, and her back was telling her how uncomfortable it was, and that it was going to be fun when she sat up.

As she glanced at her surroundings, she noticed on her right, an opening, or exit? To a cave they were apparently in.

"Yeah, I know. Not very home-y, but... Apparently there's a bounty out for me now. And I never really could get far with your dead weight." Lucifer spoke again.

Mary finally focused on him.

He was sitting farther back in the cave, his back against the wall, observing her.

"What? Is there a spider in my hair or something?" Lucifer asked, running a hand through his hair in fake confusion.

Mary rolled her eyes, before finally deciding to sit up.

Expecting a world of pain, she only felt half of that.

She noticed her jacket was off her shoulders, and laid lazily over her stomach.

Curiously, she took it off of her, noticing the tear in her shirt where the Blade had intruded, even the dried blood, but only the slightest sign of a scar.

"How did you...-"

"Eh. I guess there was a malfunction in the Angel System here. I got you a few miles out of where we were... Poof, I could heal you." Lucifer said carelessly.

Mary glanced at him again, "You healed me?"

"Don't look so surprised." Lucifer copied her expression mockingly.

"I am, actually. Why?" She asked.

Lucifer sighed exaggeratedly, "I told you already. You only die when I want you to. Not a moment sooner."

"In other words, you care?" Mary blurted. It was something she had only thought to him mentally, but never meant to say it aloud.

"Care? What does this have to do about caring? I only care because you got us into this mess, and so somehow, you are going to get us out of it." Lucifer said.

"Well, I'm out of ideas. Not that I had any to begin with. What is the deal between you and Michael anyway?" Mary asked.

Lucifer stared at her incredulously, before laughing, "Are you serious? You only know me as the Father of Lies. Your kind all drool and worship the name Michael, did you learn nothing else in your little Sunday Schools? Sam or Dean didn't share any of it with you?"

"Oh, they shared plenty. How you also once took over Sam's body. And Dean was supposedly destined for Michael, or whatever. So no, I do not worship him. I think you're both dicks. I just want to know... What all the fighting is about?" Mary said.

Lucifer sighed roughly, throwing his hands in the air, slightly annoyed.

"I honestly don't know. I don't know anything anymore after seeing this place." Lucifer said, before pointing outside the cave, "What you saw out there, that's the apocalypse happening. The thing I don't get is that I'm supposedly dead. Why is the destruction still going on? If you look around, so far there's only rogue angels who have no idea what to do with themselves. Is there any other life on this place we don't know of yet?"

Mary stayed silent, taking his words into accord.

"The world is destroyed without even me in it. And even I'm getting tired of seeing it." Lucifer said.

"You ever heard the phrase, Careful what you wish for?" Mary asked.

Lucifer glared at her, but it didn't last.

Mary sighed, rolling her eyes again, before attempting to stand.

It didn't go as well as she had hoped.

Despite the wound being healed, she was still damaged on the inside.

"I wouldn't walk any time soon. I can't heal all of you. Gotta save this stuff for the other angels. Unless, of course, it drains again when they come. Speaking of, here." Lucifer said, sliding one of the metal, silver Blades to her.

"That way next time you'll be more prepared, and, uh, don't go getting any ideas with it. I'll have you know it doesn't work on me, so... Don't try it." Lucifer warned, before sheathing his own Blade in his coat.

Mary shook her head, but put her own Blade in her coat as well.

It was silent again for another long few minutes.

"Well? Go to sleep. You're gonna need all the strength you can get. We're leaving tomorrow." Lucifer said.

"You think I willingly fall asleep here?" Mary asked him.

"Don't you?"

"No. Especially not with someone like you watching me." Mary said.

Lucifer sighed, "Please. I'm probably the last person you have to worry about here. Need I remind you that I saved your life? I never heard a Thank You by the way."

"Thanks." Mary said, mostly sarcastic.

Lucifer chuckled, "You're welcome."

Mary sighed, but didn't give into the luxury of an argument.

She was tired.

Instead, to keep herself awake, she looked at him again, "Do you really care about him?"

"You'll have to be more specific." Lucifer said.

"Your kid." Mary forced out the word, "Do you really care about what happens to him?"

"Let me put it to you this way. Your boys are probably figuring out a way to kill my boy, as we speak. Plus, I bet every angel on earth is looking for him, so yes, I'm a little concerned." Lucifer said.

"Concerned for what? Your kid, or because you won't have someone to help you destroy the world?" Mary asked.

Lucifer chuckled, "I see what you're doing. You're trying to ask me, if I have some kind of twisted... Paternal instincts? Really? This is coming from someone who has been dead throughout her sons' entire lives. What the hell do you know?"

"My sons go after someone like your kid because I brought them into that life. Unintentionally. I died, John raised the kids to be hunters, to avenge me. If I could turn back the time, I'd give anything to make sure they never entered that life. I'd raise them like normal kids, but when I was brought back, they were too far gone into hunting, there was no way I could start over, or to-"

"Oh, enough with your sob story. As much as I hate to say it, the world was destined to have them here to do just what they're doing. To prevent this," He motioned towards the outside, "From happening."

"I just want to know what you intend to do with your kid? Now that you've seen this world, and decide you don't like it. What are you gonna raise your kid into?" Mary asked.

Lucifer was quiet for a few moments, seeming deep in thought, focused on the outside.

"I don't know."

A/N: So. End of chapter 2. Don't worry, they aren't friends yet. Far from it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoying. When I come up with more ideas with where to go, I will post again. Or depending on reviews.

With the next Supernatural episode being just a regular, normal Winchester hunt, I kind of have to predict what else is going to be in this world.

I have a couple small ideas, but it would make this world almost like Purgatory. Not sure if it's almost the same thing or not.

Anywho, leave your reviews, if you've made it this far, and are still enjoying.