Imogen ran, her runners kicking up sand as she sprinted along the beach. Imogen was twenty-two years old. She had long bronze hair and sun-tanned skin that was smattered with freckles from her time in Afghanistan. Imogen Devine had joined the National American Armed Forces at age 18. So had her best friend and girlfriend. Zac always had to be the bloody hero. And of course, they died trying to stop her from walking into trap. They died because of her. KIA were the words that she'd had to deal with for two years. Killed. In. Action. She slowed, and slipped her shoes off. The soft white sand squeaked beneath her toes. Then she heard it. A whisper at first, but then it grew into a roar. She fell to the ground, hands clutching her ears. "Imogen. My. Name. Is. Maxael." roared the voice. "You. Are. My. True. Vessel. I. Am. An. Archangel." Imogen stood up.

"Forgive me, but uh, what the fuck is that supposed to be?"

"You have suffered."

"I am aware." Imogen snarled. She usually punched anyone who mentioned anything to do with her time in the army.

"I need your help. I need to use your body to save the world."

"Yeah, okay." Imogen replied. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Then everything went white.

Maxine, or Maxael, she wasn't sure yet. Hmmm, no. Maxine. Maxine smiled and stood up. She teleported back to her motorbike and tapped her old vessel on the forehead. The girl stood up and walked away, as if nothing had happened. She slid a pair of keys out of the tailpipe of a red and black motorbike, and pulled on a sparkly black helmet. She revved the engine and kicked off, speeding away. Maxine stopped at a supermarket and bought a box of purple hair dye, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She rented a motel room for the night, dyed her hair and sat down on the ratty couch. Maxine lit a cigarette and breathed in the smoke, letting it fill her lungs. Fortunately, the smoke affected neither her, nor her vessel. One of the many upsides of being an angel. "When were you going to tell us Maxael?" asked a gravelly voice. Maxine's head snapped around to see a dark-haired man in a dirty trench coat. "Cas." she breathed. "I'm sorry, I only found out three weeks ago. Like my new vessel? It's my true one, so not as clunky." Maxine smiled, and patted the spot next to her on the couch. Castiel sat down stiffly, and Maxine wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Want a smoke?" She asked. Cas shook his head. "Ok. Let's start from the beginning. An angel, who will remain nameless, found our Grace and brought them back. Said nameless angel then helped me find my true vessel. So how've you been?" Maxine asked, taking a drag and then blowing out smoke rings.

"Michael has done something terrible."

"What's the bastard done now?" Maxine rolled her eyes. Of course her brother just had to screw everything up just when it was getting interesting.

"He, uh, wiped us from Sam and Dean's memory." Castiel said, his voice quivering. "Their memory of your alias when you looked after them has been altered. 'Ezzy' is now Esme, a girl with freckles and glasses who ignored them." Cas swallowed and Maxine stood up. She snatched her jacket off her bed and stormed out of the room. Castiel put his head in his hands and cried. Maxine ran out of the motel and out of the town until she made it to the highway, and there she stayed, running along the smooth asphalt.. That was what she'd always done. She'd ran from the fire that killed Mary. She'd ran from Heaven. She'd ran from Uriel with Castiel. And with her Grace, she could run forever. That was what she was going to do until a twenty-something brown-haired mana appeared in front of her. "Howdy Max." he said, a smirk on his face. "Oh my God Lucy, you scared the shit outta me." Maxine gasped, grabbing Lucifer's shoulders. Lucifer pouted.

"Aww, aren't you glad to see me?" he said in mock surprise.

"No no no. I need to talk to someone."

"Nice meatsuit."

"I know. I look fabulous." Maxine smiled, flicking her hair melodramatically.

"So what happened?" Lucifer asked, all trace of humour gone from his face.

"Michael, he removed Sam and Dean's memories of us, me and Cas." Maxine snarled, pressing her nails into the palms of her hands. "The bastard. I'll swear to God I'll smite him next time I see him."

"Good idea. i'll help." Lucifer muttered. Maxine chewed her lip.

"Sooo." she said, raising her eyebrows.

"So what?"

"Can I stay with you?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Of course not. I'd love you to stay with me. Truth be told I'm kinda lonely."

"King of Hell's lonely?" Maxine asked, her hands on her hips. Then her face spilt into a grin. "Catch me if you can." she whispered almost inaudibly, and ran off into. Lucifer growled and ran after her. "Nah nah nah nah cant catch mee!" she sang, turning around to face Lucifer. Then she ran straight into a tree. She fell to the ground, a Lucifer slowed to stand above her. He started chuckling and Maxine glared. "It's not funny." she growled, punching Lucifer in the leg.

"Yes it is." he replied, smirking.

"No." Maxine shot back, folding her arms.

"Yes."

"Shut up." Maxine said, sitting bolt upright, her eyes wide.

"What?"

"I said shut up." Maxine said, pulling a gun out of the inside pocket of her jacket. Twigs cracked and Lucifer turned, his back pressed up against Maxine's.

"Maxine." said a deep voice. Uriel stepped out from behind a tree. "You are to return to Heaven. Michael says you cannot be allowed to continue living. You must turn yourself in or I will be forced to attack. Shouldn't be too hard, you haven't got your Grace." Maxine rolled her eyes.

"You see, that's where you're wrong. I've got my Grace back. You will now address me as Maxael, archangel and mate of Lucifer." She said, her hands on her hips and a cheeky grin on her face. Lucifer stepped out of the shadows and took Maxine' hand. "Not a good idea Uriel." he said, a smirk on his face. Uriel gritted his teeth and teleported away.

"We showed him!" Maxine said, jumping up in the air.

"No. Just. No." Lucifer said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.