The multiple plastic bags hung off of Mar's arms as she walked to the bunker's door. There was no doubt that they would leave ringed indents but she'd be damned if she was gonna make two trips. She managed the door with a combination of a heavily lifted hand and an awkward kick and now lumbered down the staircase. Sam and Dean weren't anywhere to be seen and she couldn't here anyone so Mar simply dumped the bags in the kitchen.
"Guys I'm back," Mar yelled, setting the last bag on the ground, "And I got your pie." She sighed and futility rubbed at the marks on her arms. Sam turned the corner slowly into the kitchen. Mar was about to make some remark on something else she bought but the solemn and concerned expression on Sam's face stopped her in her tracks, "What's going on Sam?" He looked at her a second, rubbing the back of his neck as he searched for what to say.
"So, we had a few,um, people stop by while you were out," Mar simply quirked an eyebrow at him, hoping to coax a more complete explanation from him. He gestured with his hand to follow him and led her hesitantly into the war room. Dean stood, rigged with his arms crossed near the entrance and next to him stood a much shorter, brown haired man in a red hoodie. With a confused expression, Mar's eyes continued past them to the blonde haired Man, glaring angrily at the two of them. Her heart dropped into her stomach—Lucifer. Mar's eyes widened and locked with his, both of them shocked and silent. Her gaze was broken as Dean quickly made his way to her side.
"What's, ugh, what's going on," Mar stuttered her words out, blinking hard before looking at Dean.
"Mar, this is Chuck—God," He introduced the smaller man to her, the last word lingering off his tongue like he had reminded himself of the title.
"Chuck," The man corrected, extending a hand to Mar. She took it, mumbling a quiet 'nice to meet you.' God, the God? Her stomach turned and her mind couldn't settle on a single thought. Mar's eyes kept darting nervously to Lucifer, who—every time she looked—seemed to have never broken his stare, "So, I need to get going, um, things to do," The casualty by which Chuck spoke surprised her. 'Almighty' was certainly not the first adjective she would have jumped to in order to describe him.
"Right,um, whatever you need Chuck," Same compiled from behind her. Dean, scowled back at him, clearly not pleased with whatever had been discussed before she got there and Chuck's sudden decision to leave. Sam had apparently stepped closer to her but Mar didn't notice until she heard his voice near her ear, " The case we've been working on, apparently it's bigger than we thought and Chuck brought Lucifer here from the cage to help." Chuck gave a general and awkward nod to the three of them before disappearing in the next blink of an eye. At that, Dean stepped forward toward Lucifer.
"Now I don't like this anymore than you but I swear on my car, if you do anything, I will stab you in the face," Dean stood in an intimidating stance and Lucifer scowled right back at him.
"Dean," Mar lightly grabbed one of his arms and he slowly turned toward her, "I'm not entirely sure what the hell has just happened but how about I take him back to one of the guest rooms and you can cool down." He rubbed his face and nodded slightly in agreement. With a gesture of her head, Mar began walking out of the room with Lucifer on her heels.
"Mar," Sam made a feeble attempt at a caution.
"I'll be fine," She continued out of the room and down the halls, hardly even echnologing Lucifer's presence, instead focusing on her steps until they were both inside a room at the end of the hall. The door shut behind them and they stared at each other, taking a moment to breath from the whirlwind of—well whatever the hell had happened—before they simultaneously pulled the other into a tight embrace. Lucifer's arms, snaked around her waist, holding her tight and mar pulled him down to her, her smile resting in the crook of his neck. After a few second, and a nervous laugh on Mar's part, they pulled away from each other, still close together with a hand lingering on the other.
"I don't even know what to say. I'm really glad to see you, Luce," Mar beamed up at him, still a little surprised at the situation.
"Should have known you were tangled up with the Winchesters," He jested before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. She laughed, pressing her lips to his. Lucifer's arms made their way back around her waist as he deepened the kiss, hungrily. A loud fist on the door made them break apart.
"Mar, you alright in there?" Sam's voice sounded concerned.
"Fine, Sam," She yelled back, "Luce, I'm gonna go out there and see what's going on with this case. They seem pretty tense and," Mar gestured to herself and to him, "This, well I'd rather Dean not shoot someone right now." Lucifer nodded and Mar pressed a final quick kiss to his lips before meeting Sam in the hallway.
"Shit," Mar pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked over their 'Detective's Wall,' "So the signes weren't just demons, they were angels too?"
"Chuck said that there is a new group of angels who's grace's were twisted. They've teamed up with a few rogue demons." Sam explained from his leaning position against the wall next to her.
"So, what demons with angel juice," Dean questioned, "Great." He through a hand in the air.
"We're gonna need more help," Sam pointed out. Mar sighed but nodded in agreement, "You should call Cas," Dean nodded in agreement too and slipped his phone from his pocket.
"I've got a friend who can help us out. I'm not sure if she's out on a case but I can give her a call." Mar stepped from the room, pulling her phone out of its place in her back pocket. Mar cleared her throat as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Kris's voice sounded from the other line.
"Hey Kris" Mar smiled at the sound of her friends voice.
"Mar? What the hell I heard you were dead," Kris sounded angry and confused and Mar's smile faded.
"Ya, I didn't know you had heard. I was, it um, it didn't take," She attempted the joke but a laugh was nowhere to be found.
"Fuck Mar," Mar swallowed. That was only the second time she had ever heard Kris curse and the reality of her anger dawned on her.
"Look, I'm really sorry. I should of called. There is, well there's a lot that's happened and we're in some major shit now. I'm at the bunker with Sam and Dean and Luce is you think you could come up. I'd love to see you and fill you in and we could all really use your help." Mar's words spilled out of her and she waited with her breath held for Kris to respond.
"Alright, fine," Kris finally answered after a moment, receiving a relieved sigh from Mar.
"Thank you, I love you," Mar said happily with the relief evident in her tone.
"You're welcome, I love you too." By the time Mar had hung up and made it back to the Library, Cas had already appeared and was in some quiet conversation with Dean. With a quick hello to him, Mar told them that Kris would be there in a few days and a minor weight lifted off all of their chests.
"So what are we supposed to do? We can't go into something like this guns blazing." Mar reasoned from her seat at the kitchen table.
"I agree with Mar," Car stated stoically, "A calculated plan is our best option." Mar snickered a little at his formality.
"I say we surprise the fuckers. I mean, three salty hunters and two angels," Dean leaned in over the table as he talked to Mar. Cas and Sam had entered into their own conversation across the kitchen.
"Look, I'm not saying we can't do it. We'll kick their asses but I do think we should be smart about this." Dean gave a conceding wave of his hand as he leaned back but whatever he was about to say was cut off by Cas.
"Sam, I'm perfectly capable," He was clearly upset at something she hadn't heard Sam say and the way he stood reminded Mar of way Lucifer stood when his wings were stretched out, like his power filled the room.
"Cas I didn't mean anything by it," Sam apologized but Cas's expression didn't soften.
"Geeze, just put your wings away. We'll figure something out," Mar laughed out the words but Cas's face turned to pure shock as he turned away from Sam, his full attention and gaze on Mar.
"You can see my wings?" Cas still wore his shocked expression as he asked his question and Sam and Dean kept darting their gaze between the two.
"No Cas, it was just a joke, cause of the way you're standing," Mar tried to awkwardly reason but Cas persisted.
"Why would you assume my wings were out because of how I stand?" He tilted his head the way he often did when he was confused.
"What's so important about the wings Cas she said it was a joke," Dean was apparently confused at the way Cas was acting.
"The only people able to see an angels' wings is their soulmate."
"You're Cas's soulmate," Dean was caught up in it now, turning with shock at Mar.
"No, guys I can't see his wings," Mar's tone showed her frustration, " He was just standing the way Lucifer does when his wings-" She tried to cover the last of her sentence with a mumbled noise as she realized what she had said. A groan left her and he covered her face with her hand as all three of them looked at her in silence.
"You can see Lucifer's wings?" Cas mirrored his previous question with the same tone of voice, receiving another groan from Mar.
"Ya, I can," She said slowly. After a moment of silence and confused glares she decided that keeping any part of it a secret wasn't of any use anymore, "This isn't the first time we've met either. I met him almost a year ago, back at Jack's. I didn't know who he was at first but I found out about the whole soulmates thing." It was simultaneously relieving and terrifying as she spoke.
"So what you're bunk buddies with the Devil now?" Dean bit out. Before Mar could respond Cas stepped forward.
"A bond between an angel and their soulmate is the strongest bond there is. Every angel has a mate." He was speaking more to Dean than to the rest of us.
"Even if they are fallen?" Sam added as he walked closer to everyone.
"Apparently," Mar answered which only caused Dean to scowl.
"But the Devil? The freaking Devil!" Dean was standing now and Mar felt her chest tighten, "No wonder Jack kicked you out." That was the last straw. Mar had been calm, she understood that he could be angry at this but her blood was starting to boil.
"Every angel has a mate. I'm his. It's predestined or some shit but I love him and I won't apologize to you for that," She was yelling now, trying desperately to keep the tears held back, "I'm not suddenly a different person because of this and frankly we have bigger things on our plate. Jack didn't throw me out. He drugged me and locked me in the fucking basement." With that, she walked out of the kitchen, wiping the few tears that had escaped down her cheek.