"Hi, boys," Mar smiled down from the top of the bunker's staircase with two pairs of eyes looking up at her in surprise as the door swung shut behind her. Her jeans were ripped and darker in sections from a mix of blood and dirt and her grey shirt was torn and matted to her skin.
"Hey," Sam spoke first as she walked down to them.
"Hey, sammy," they embraced with a familiar awkwardness given their height difference.
"What the hell happened to you," Dean had walked up next to Sam and a grin still spread on his face as he asked Mar, who placed her hands on either side of his shoulders.
"That, is a long ass story," Chuckling a little, she finally pulled him into a welcomed hug, "I was wondering if I could stay here a little while," Mar stilled smiled at them but was a little hesitant in her speech.
"Course' Mar, you're always welcome," Sam took his seat back at the war room table, stretching his arms up as he spoke, "How's Jack?"
"Don't know," Mar felt her chest tighten, "Not exactly in contact with him anymore, like I said, long story," She rubbed the back of her neck as she gauged their curious expressions, before her eyes landed on Dean's. He looked at her for a moment and cleared his throat.
"Welp," He clapped his hands together, "I think we got some burritos left in the kitchen if you're hungry." That was always the thing about Dean, she never seemed to need to speak. Sam had always been easier to talk to but her and Dean almost shared a common wavelength and she loved him for it.
"Thanks, I'm actually gonna jump in the shower real quick cause," Mar looked down at herself, pulling at the hem of her shirt to examine it. The fabric tightened around her newly open wound in her side and she winced, "I honestly don't know what blood is mine and what isn't." Sam chuckled and they both smiled slightly at her as she walked passed them, "Hey rain check on those burritos though," Mar yelled behind her as she continued walking, before turning the corner to the bathroom.
Mar padded her way down the hallway and into the library in one of Dean's old shirts and a pair of shorts she had accidently left last time she was in the bunker. Both boys were engrossed in research but her eye caught the large board in between them. Mar stepped closer to look at the spiderweb of red string from picture to picture as she squeezed the water out of her hair with a towel.
"Well, since you two are aging detectives slipping into madness, what is going on?" She quirked an eyebrow at them, continuing to dry her hair.
"There's been an increase in activity, cold spots, storms-"
"We've got a mess of black eyed bastards stirring up trouble," Dean cut Sam off, pairing up at her from his reclined position at the edge of the table.
"Oh, great," Mar's tone was sarcastic and she sighed, taking a seat by Sam. 'God, again with the fucking demons,' she thought as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Mar looked around the room, leaning back in her chair as her eyes scanned over the books that lined the shelfs. The library was her favorite room of the bunker with a seemingly endless supply of lore from decades of collecting. A slight grin spread itself across her face. "How can I help?" Sam looked up from his laptop with a matching grin and slid her a book from across the table.
"If you two nerds wanna get a room just let me know," Mar turned with a glare at Dean who wore a cocky smile. She couldn't help but laugh a little. He raised his beer toward her but Mar had opened the dusty book Sam had given her, relaxing in her chair again as she read.
Hours later, Sam still sat in the library, scrolling through website after website of lore and Dean had regained his seat to clean a gun or two.
"Are you guys serious," Mar called as she walked back into the room from the kitchen, "You guys have one freezer-burnt burrito, a bag of beef jerky with three pieces, and half a jar of expired peanut butter." Mar's voice was slightly annoyed but there was a bit of humor behind it.
"We're running a little low," Dean looked up but continued to clean the gun in his hand.
"Alright," Mar raised and dropped a hand with the word, "I'll make a run cause this is, well this is ridiculous and I need some fresh air anyway."
"Thanks," Sam smiled politely at her as she walked toward the staircase, pulling her hair into a rough ponytail.
"Don't forget the pie," Dean's slurred yell caused her to laugh but she glared back at him in fake annoyance.
"I won't forget the pie Dean."
Lucifer hit the cage with such force that the sound of the bars echoed loudly through the room. His glowing red eyes watched as his bloodied knuckles sealed to clean skin through the hazy black. The large wooden doors rumbled open, causing his head to snap up, jaw set. Crowley, clad in his black suit, strode through the doors with his hands in his pockets, stopping just before the ring of fire without a word. Lucifer looked away seemingly uninterested as he rolled his neck. Crowley cleared his throat as Lucifer walked to the bars in front of him.
"Ah Crowley, come for a little fireside chat?" He pressed his palms together, tapping his fingertips together as his expression twisted into a devilish grin. Crowley ran his eyes across the cage, his eyes focusing on the bars rather than Lucifer.
"How's my dog?" He looked into his eyes now and Lucifer kept his grin plastered on his face, "You see, I had myself a new pet and she's bloody disappeared,"Crowley paused again, gesturing periodically with a single hand, " It's a shame, I was just beginning to like her." Lucifer could almost feel the blood boiling beneath his skin.
"Crowley, Crowley, Crowley," Lucifer's voice bounced and he ran his hand along the cage's bars, watching his fingers rather than Crowley, "Can you blame her." Lucifer shrugged overdramatically as he mocked him, cocking his head as his smile returned. Crowley's demons had informed him that Mar had run into the depths of his 'palace' and he had half a mind to try and find her when he came down there but he was momentarily satisfied with the opportunity to taunt Lucifer. He hadn't seen her. He hadn't seen any sign of her and if he was honest he wasn't sure he cared. As Lucifer turned to walked to the back of the cage, he turned as well, returning his freed hand to the pocket of his coat, before making his way without another word out of the room. His sudden exit caught Lucifer a bit by surprise but he had to admit he was somewhat relieved.
"Lucifer," The voice sounded just as the door slammed shut and Lucifer froze, his back turned away from anyone. Slowly, he turned around, only to find the voice's owner inside the cage with him, a shorter brown haired man with a matching beard who looked up at him with what seemed like compassion. Lucifer's previous stiff expression returned as he stared down at the man, a hand still lightly holding one of the bars.
"Oh look, daddy's home," His tone was cold and lacked every bit of playfulness that usually laced his words.
"I need your help," Chuck was cautious as he spoke but he leaned into his words, like he was simply waiting for compliance.
"You need my-" Lucifer laughed, bitterly and a bit disbelieving, waving his hand at Chuck, "You leave, abandon me, and now 'surprise, I need your help'"
"Son, there is a rogue group of demons, much stronger than any of the ones here and the Winchester's are on their trail."
"So, this is about your favorite plaid wearing apes, why don't you smite them yourself if you're so concerned," Lucifer seemed childish now, sneering down at the man who sighed in frustration.
"I don't interfere," Chuck raised his hands in false surrender and Lucifer scoffed. He turned away from Chuck again, placing both hands tightly around the metal bars. His nostrils flared when he heard Chuck sigh 'kids' but before he could finish a mumbled 'screw you' a hand was on his shoulder as the dim haze of the cage was pulled like taffy, becoming clear as it was replaced with the lamp-lit glow of the bunker's war room.