Mar shifted in her bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She guessed she had probably fell asleep around three in the morning. She groaned as she turned over, snuggling closer to Lucifer, who laid beside her. Her face buried in his chest and she smiled against his shirt.

"Morning," He laughed, letting his hand rub down her back. For awhile she just laid there, partially because of the early morning sluggishness that—at the moment seemed ingrained in her bones—and because she was still trying to believe that she was there with Lucifer. Eventually, Mar shifted in the warm covers and sat up, rubbing her face and groaning. Lucifer followed suit, wrapping his arms around her from behind and peppering kisses along her already marked neck from the night before.

"Kris is coming tomorrow," Mar sighed and scrunched her face, "And I doubt Dean will even look at me today." She smiled as he kissed just under her ear but her fight with Dean kept creeping into her head. Mar slid to the edge of the bed, before standing and stretching. She pulled a Led Zeppelin t-shirt over her head and slipped on a pair of ripped jeans before reaching down and pulling on her boots.

"Awe, let the monkeys wait," He complained with a whining tone that made Mar laugh as she zipped the last boot.

"Be nice," Mar received a devilish expression as Lucifer leaned back against the

Headboard, resting his hands behind his head. She grabbed a blue flannel that was sprawled out across the corner chair and made her way to Lucifer's side of the bed, placing a chaste kiss to his chilled lips, "This situation is pretty shitty but I'm really glad we're here," Mar smiled as Lucifer drew her down into another kiss and mermering an 'agreed' against her lips, "I'm gonna go get some coffee and kick this angel-demon shit in the ass," She stated with a sort of fake haughtiness, as she pulled away from him. Mar heard Lucifer groan as she walked out of the door and headed for the kitchen.

Steam pillowed from the coffee as she poured it into her mug. Mar hummed as the warm liquid passed between her lips. She heard Dean's mocking voice inside her head laughing as he joked about her and the coffee needing 'to get a room' but he had hardly looked at her since she walked into the kitchen and was standing a little too close to Cas, engrossed in some unknown conversation. Mar wiped her hand over a clear space on the counter and hopped up onto it, taking a sip from her mug. Sam stalked into the kitchen, pausing under the doorway as everyone looked at him for a second before returning to their business. Mar took another sip, noting with an unheard laugh that his head hardly cleared the doorway.

"Hey," Sam poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter next to her.

"Hey Sammy," Mar smiled lightly. He stood rather silently, switching between gulps of his coffee and small glances at Dean and Cas and Mar.

"It'll be ok, you know," He spoke quietly and Mar looked up from her mug.

"What'll be ok?" She suspected what he meant but she hadn't been expecting sympathy from him.

"You and Dean. It'll pass and you two will move on."

"Sam, why are you even talking to me. Dean is royally pissed but you're standing here drinking coffee," Mar furrowed her brow at him in genuine confusion.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about this but I get it. You can't control the way you feel and I," He paused a moment, growing quieter, "I know how it feels to have Dean angry at you like this." Mar looked at him with mutual empathy. Sighing, she took another sip of her coffee, noting the liquid as it went down her throat.

"Thanks Sammy," He placed a hand briefly on her thigh in reassurance before making his way across the kitchen and disappearing around the corner. Mar jumped down from the counter, downing the rest of her coffee and placing it in the sink with a 'clunk.'

"Alright, guys," She began, walking closer to Dean and Cas who had reached a lul in their conversation, "I was thinking about the case and since they are probably held up in that wearhouse we talked about last night I think we should split up."

"Split up?" Castiel inquired.

"Ya, we're up against demons but we've also got those hybrid shits. If I know anything about angels, they are arrogant," Cas gave her a disapproving look, "Most of them Cas not you," She clarified, "I don't think they'd be on equal terms, which means they probably would be in different sections of the wearhouse. If we split up, a few badass hunters on the demons, a few angels on the rest," Mar put her hands palms up as if for them to piece together the rest. Cas starred a moment in thought.

"That could possibly work," Cas decided. Mar and Dean made brief eye contact. His expression was cold and distant and it made her heart ache for a moment. Clearing her throat, she nodded and quickly left the room.

Later that night Mar strode down the hallway and into the library. She had made a habit of reading the various books on lore whenever she was staying at the bunker. As she turned the corner a figure caught her eye. Dean sat on the stair leading down to the next room with his back turned to her. Mar turned around to leave but stopped after a few steps. She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned, turning around and walking quickly over to him before she could change her mind. He looked up from the floor and shifted as Mar sat next to him.

"We need to talk," Her stomach fluttered with nerves and her eyes kept darting between him and the floor.

"What's to talk about," Dean still wasn't looking at her and tone was cold.

"Dean look," She shifted toward him and he reluctantly looked up at her, "I know you're mad," He scoffed at her, "Alright, I know you're really fucking pissed off at me and I understand but your gonna have to get over it. You have to because," Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but Mar swallowed and refused, attempting to compose herself, "Because I can't lose you. Not over this and not over anything." A single tear escaped down her cheek and Dean stared at her in silence. Groaning, he rubbed his neck and stood up, walking off without a word. Mar's heart dropped into her stomach and she could feel her throat aching as she held back further tears. She lowered her head but squeezed her eyes shut as she ran her hand over her face. The sound of heavy footsteps returned and Mar snapped her eyes up to Dean who was walking back from the kitchen with two beers. Sitting down, he handed one to her. Mar smiled in relief and clinked her beer to his, taking a long gulp. She sighed again, this time in relief and laid her head on Dean's shoulder who wrapped one arm around her while taking another swig of her beer with the other.

Kris arrived early the following morning with a loud knocking on the Bunker door. Mar answered the door with a genuine smile.

"Hey Kris," Kris was lugging a large backpack around her back and swung her arms around Mar.

"Hi, Mar," Kris beamed, releasing her to brush a hand over her dark hair.

"Thank you so much for coming," Kris rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Ya, ya, you've still got a lot of explaining to do," Kris extended a finger at Mar who nodded concedenly.

"How about we go say hi to the boys and fill you in," Mar suggested and Kris nodded as they both moved to the stairs. Turning to face Kris she continued, "Then I'll grab the whiskey and we can talk."

"Oh, ok," Kris laughed, following Mar the rest of the way down the stairs. Introductions were quick and Kris seemed to take a liking to Cas. They explained the ins and outs of the case for over thirty minutes but Kris followed along well, digesting the information and questioning the plans set in place. Everyone's eyes snapped up to the doorway as Lucifer strode in with a haughty smile.

"Luci," Kris grinned up at him and wasted no time in pulling him into a tight hug.

"Kris," He acknowledged as she finally let go of him. His signature grin spread across his face as Sam, Dean, and Cas looked on in shock.

"They've, uh, met before," Mar explained, leaning closer to the table.

"I'm glad I finally got to meet ya'll," She drew out the word 'finally' whilst glaring at Mar who rolled her eyes with a smile, "And it's always great to see you," She turned to Lucifer who gave a sort of theatrical bow.

"Alright, Alright," Mar walked over to the cabinet, and retrieved two glasses, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the counter as she strode back, "Well come on," She motioned to Kris, "We've got a lot to catch up," she informed the others, holding up the whiskey bottle and handing the glasses to Kris. Mar led the way out of the kitchen, stopping very briefly to squeeze Lucifer's hand and she was sure Dean had rolled his eyes behind her. Kris followed her down the hallways and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind them and taking a seat on her bed—the sheets strone out halfway on the bed and halfway cascading down to the floor. Mar poured a small amount of whiskey in one of the glasses, handing it to Kris, and poured almost double in her own glass before setting the bottle aside.

"It's really good to see you Kris," Mar brought the glass to her lips and Kris smiled.

"It's really good to see you too," They embraced again briefly and settled in more comfortable on the bed.

"Look Kris," she took another sip, "I know I should've called, it's just been a real shit storm lately."

"Alright," Kris leaned back against the headboard, sipping her own drink, "tell me." Mar sighed and looked at Kris's waiting expression.

"Well, soon after you left Jack showed back up. He found out about me and Luce and well," She rubbed the back of her neck and sat her glass down, "Next thing I know I'm tied up in my own basement. He thought I was possessed or something but I got out and made my way to Bobby's only to find that Lucifer was locked up in the cage still. I traveled around for a while, going wherever there was cases until I was shot."

"So you were shot?" Kris sat up and cut her off with the question.

"Ya, straight through the chest," Mar ran her hand over where the once gaping wound was hallowed in her chest, "It was some stupid gas station robbery but I died and I woke up in hell," Mar's voice was somber, matching kris's concerned expression.

"You went to hell?" Kris asked with trepidation.

"Ya, I woke up in some creepy fucking hallway and soon I found myself locked up again, in their dungeon," She lifted the hem of her shirt, showing the thick scared line from Crowley's knife skills, "I eventually got out of there to and I just kept running and running until I stumbled into the cage room where Lucifer was."

"You saw him there," Mar nodded and Kris sat further up.

"He was locked in a cage there. I wanted to get him out, I did but I had no idea where to begin. He told me to leave and I almost didn't," She swallowed and the returned her glass to her lips, recalling the haze of the fire around the metal bars.

"How did you get out of hell, I mean it's hell," Kris's eyes widened and she leaned back again, retrieving her glass from its resting place on the table beside the bed. Mar pulled the chain from around her neck and placed it in Kris's hand.

"That," She pointed at the ring as Kris ran her finger along its engravings, "It's engraved with enochian magic and it somehow reacts to my bond. I can see creatures like hellhounds and travel between hell and here." Kris was still examining it without a word.

"So you're what, immortal now?" She looked up at Mar, handing her back the necklace.

"What?" The question took her off guard and she put the necklace back around her neck, tucking it inside her shirt where it belonged.

"You died but you're able to come back," Mar hadn't really given much thought to it. She furrowed her brow as she pondered the question.

"I mean, I don't know. To some degree I suppose, but I'm sure there's some crazy shit that would kill me. Honestly, I really don't want to find out," She forced out a slight laugh.

"I've got another question," Kris stated, sipping the last of her whiskey.

"Alright, shoot."

"Is that a hickey," A crimson color creeped into her cheeks and she grinned, trying in vain to follow Kris's gaze on her collar.

"Maybe," Mar laughed and Kris lurched forward pulling the collar of her shirt back to fully expose the bruise, "You should see him."

"You're disgusting."

"You know you love me."

"Ya I do," Kris agreed and Mar pulled her into another hug.