"He can't stay here," Jack bluntly stated as he turned from his pacing to look at Mar.

"Why not? Where the hell is he suppose to go?" She looked up at him with a frustrated expression, rubbing the back of her neck. Jack returned to pacing, pausing periodically to rub his neck in a similar fashion. She remained standing as she followed his steps with her eyes, her mind buzzing in an attempt to understand why he was angry with her. He turned to her, opening his mouth as if to say something but decided against it and returned to his pensive pacing. After, what Mar guessed was nearly two minutes, he shifted his gaze to her and spoke.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" His voice was pained and his sentences oddly spaced. "You're advocating for the Devil. The fucking Devil! Are you just assuming he's lying or, dammit, I don't know. Seriously Mar, are you possessed?"

"What the hell?" Her nose scrunched to match her furrowed brow. How could he think that? "No, I'm not possessed. I simply don't want to kick him out on the street. I don't think he's lying but he's hurt. He also hasn't done anything. You haven't found yourself, I don't know, murdered, have you?" Mar's anger grew and her body tensed. They both found themselves standing less than a foot apart glaring at eachother with equally piercing expressions.

"You trust him," Jack questioned, stepping back as his now furrowed brow melted again into an expression of questioning sorrow.

"No, I don't," Mar traced the rough of her mouth with her tongue as she thought over the truthfulness of the statement, " but that doesn't mean I have to be an asshole to him." Her voice remained on edge but softened slightly with a conscious effort. "Besides, he should 'be out of our hair' shortly anyways. He told me he's only here cause his grace is healing and when it's fine he's gone. Given that he can probably hear us through these paper walls, it'll probably be sooner than later." She pinched the bridge of her nose with her eyes trained on the ground.

"You wanna wait till he's powerful and then release him on the streets," Jack's voice had risen an octave as his frustration steamed out of him.

"As opposed to what, chaining him up in the basement," Mar offered before sculpting her face into a press-lipped expression as her hands gestured, seemingly of their own accord, with her words.

"No, what we should do is kill him now. Mar, we've killed Vamps, werewolves, demons. They've got nothing on him. We could kill evil itself." His tone matched his expression of a hopeful pleading as he stepped back and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"You're not gonna kill him." Mar stepped back, eyes flickering over her father's face with her back nearly pressed against the bedroom door. A silent minute passed between them before Mar, taking a deep breath, resumed, "Listen, I think I found a case. Milk run, bout' a state away. Looks like a haunting. You could go, cool off."

"And leave you with him?"

"Well, Like I said, if he was gonna hurt us he would have."

"Get out." Jack stood now, knees pressed against the bed.

"Da-,"

"Get out!" Mar was cut off by his no longer quiet tone. Biting down on her tongue she turned quickly and closed the door behind her. Utterly unsurprised to find the tall angel staring at her emerging form with an unreadable expression, she brushed passed him, making her way to her room without a word and without a tear.

A loud thud startled Mar from her daze like state and she quickly gripped her gun from under her pillow, still sprawled out over her bed with her book now discarded. She quickly but cautiously made her way to the kitchen with her gun held up in front of her, finger resting beside, but never on the trigger. Her thumping heart dropped to her stomach as she found Lucifer, a silver handle sticking out from his side, the blade disappearing into his flesh, holding her father, flushed to the wall by his throat nearly two feet from the ground. A strangled noise arose from her father's throat as Lucifer turned, his eyes falling on Mar.

"What the fuck," was all she managed to say and subsequently think. She lowered her gun but held the same tension as before.

"Ah hello," Lucifer stepped forward toward her as Jack fell to the ground, clutching his throat.

"What the hell happened?" Mar ran to him and helped him to his feet.

"I told you," Jack began but wheezed, taking a moment to regain his breath, "He can't stay here." Mar glanced down to the knife in Lucifer's side and put two-and-two together.

"You stabbed him!" She held her father shoulder firmly, her figure turned to him and her mouth still held open. Jack simply looked between the two of them, his eyes lingering on the blade, before pulling away from his daughter.

"That hunt you mentioned, I think I'll check it out," He voice was still breathless as he slung a leather bag onto his shoulder from the counter, "Maybe you'll understand if he kills you," He added with the fakest smirk he could muster before making quick work of shutting the kitchen door behind him. Mar turned away, toward Lucifer, looking at him and letting out a frustrated breath of air, nearly in disbelief at the situation. She flicked her eyes throughout the room and walked to the kitchen bar, tapping her knuckled on it twice before returning to her previous stance near the wall. He simply watched her.

" I um, I guess we should get you patched up there."

His eyes followed her gesture to the knife in his side and he nodded concedingly. His watched as she disappeared down the hall without a word and re-emerged with a worn tackle box. Brushing by him, she set the box on the kitchen counter.

"Well come on," she added as the box clicked open. Lucifer obeyed, making his way to her and pulling the ripped shirt over his head. Mar moved slowly, wiggling her fingers above the contents of the box as she decided which was best to use. Retrieving a rag from where you should have kept a luer, she turned back to him, pausing a moment as her eyes fluttered over his well formed chest.

"What's the matter darling, like what you see?" Breaking the silence he smirked at her devilishly.

"Well, you're half naked in my kitchen. I'm a bit distracted," She raised her eyebrows, playing along and offered a return smile, "Alright this is gonna hurt like hell." He opened his mouth to comment on the phrase but only let out, what was nearly a growl, as Mar pulled the blade from his side. His head snapped up as she firmly pressed the rag to his wound and for a moment she could have sworn his eyes flashed red. He was patched up without another word passing between them and no one spoke up until he had pulled his shirt back over his head, the white of the bandaged showing through the rip in the green fabric.

"We should get out of see the town." His smug smirk returned as he held his hands out to his side.

"I agree, I'm in the mood to shoot something."