Mar grabbed the pistol from under her pillow and tucked it in her waistband before making her way down the hall and into the war room where Sam was packing a duffel bag.

"Hey, can you hand me that," Sam pointed to the shelf behind her to the flask of holy water. She handed it to him and stood next to him, helping pack away a few of the other items on the table. There was a palpable tension in the room, not just between them but within the entire bunker. With the hunt approaching everyone had been a little on edge, a little more irritable. Mar notice Sam stiffen as he looked over the bag, his eyes lingering unnecessarily. She didn't say anything but Mar rested a hand on his arm and squeezed lightly, causing him to turn to her and give a slight smile.

"There you are," Kris had walked up behind them and extended a similar flask to Mar.

"Thanks," Mar placed it in the inside pocket of her jacket with a thin silver dagger already nestled there. Kris looked between them and jerked her head to the side so that Mar followed her, retreating their steps into the hallway.

"How are you feeling about this?" Kris looked down at her as she spoke in what was almost a whisper.

"I don't know," Mar pinched the bridge of her nose and cleared her throat, returning her eyes to kris's, "I really don't know but We've all dealt with our fair share of shit. This may be new but we'll still kick it in the ass." The confidence in her voice increased with every word but Mar wasn't sure how much truth was in her words, "Come on," she continued after a moment, "I think Sam's done with the bag I'll put it in the car." Kris offered a small smile and followed her back to the table.

The ride was long and, at Dean's insistence, they drove through the night. Mar,Kris, and Lucifer had followed in a separate car behind Sam, Dean, and Cas. Kris had driven a majority of the way but for last few hours Mar got behind the wheel while Kris slept, spread across the back seat. Lucifer had taken the passenger seat, his window cracked slightly, allowing the night's breaze to roll in.

"I've got a question for you," Mar glanced over at Lucifer, before returning her eyes to the dimly lit street. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue, "After all of this is over, what are you going to do. I mean, assuming we both get out of here." Lucifer listened, on elbow resting next to the window, his hand by his mouth with a finger lightly meandering about his lips.

"I think one point in time we mentioned something about taking back hell," He smiled and Mar glanced back at Kris who was breathing heavily.

"That's still what you want?" It wasn't quite a question or a statement. It somehow lingered between the two. Lucifer moved his hand from his lips and gestured outwardly, palm up.

"Well, if you think a throne would still compliment my ass." Mar laughed, smiling at him with a certain light heartedness that had been absent over the last few days. She thought back to that morning in her kitchen, about a year ago now, when she had said those words. It had felt so different then. Apparently, a lot can happen in a year. Mar squeezed the wheel slightly and returned her eyes to him.

"Ya, besides I think a crown would bring out my eyes."

The Impala pulled to the side of the road, the ground dipping down so that it was partially hidden under the trees. Mar pulled in behind them, putting the car in park and sighing. Only two street lights were about, one of which had blown, so she could hardly make out the large deteriorating building a few hundred feet from them. She glanced over at Lucifer and then back to Kris who had just now shaken sleep's lingering hold. Kris gave a small, reassuring smile, her face half shadowed by the moon's light infiltrating through the car's window. The crisp air outside woke Mar up a bit as she made her way to the back of her car, tucking her gun in her waistband and grasping her angel blade. Sam, was retrieving his weapons from the Impala's trunk as Dean and Cas said something she couldn't hear beside the car. They all started down the road, staying to the side so they were in the shadows. They closed in, the warehouse coming clearly into view.

"Alright," Dean looked at the group, his eyes stopping at Mar as he flipped his angel blade, "Let's gank this bitch."

"Wait," Cas had stiffened, his back to everyone as he examined the building.

Mar looked back at Lucifer who was slightly rigid, "They have warded the building, Lucifer and I can't enter." Mar and Dean groaned.

"We need to split up," Sam chimed in, "Me and Mar can enter in the left side and Dean and Kris can go through the other. If we go in quietly we could disable the warding before they realize we're there."

"Alright," Mar agreed, fixing her grip on her blade. Dean looked around for a moment and nodded.

"Goodluck," Kris looked at Sam and Mar, making her way beside Dean.

"Goodluck to you too," Mar responded. Sam nodded to Dean in some unspoken reassurance and stalked to the side of the building. Mar glanced quickly back to Lucifer who had worry in his eyes and smiled before following Sam through the back entrance. The hazy yellow light that illuminated the room was surprisingly bright and Mar's eyes fell to the sigils lining the walls. A wall in the back hid the other portion of the room. They both carefully glided to the far part of the room, stopping to drag a line through each sigil as they went. Mar's eyes jerked to the opening in the back of the room as a black eyed figure walked out, not noticing them at first. He glanced up, locking eyes with Mar, his mouth twisting into an ugly grin. He stepped forward but Sam had walked up the side of the wall and plunged his demon blade into his side. The demon groaned and fell to the floor, a pool of dark blood forming around him. The sound had alerted the others and the opening became a sort of flood gate. Three had come through and met Sam's blade by the time they both pushed through to the other side. At least twenty were scattered about the room. A few had rose to their feet at the commotion and rushed them. Two came at Mar and she stabbed one through the chest with her angel blade. The other landed a blow to her head and the dull ache radiated outward, making her ears ring. The demon swung again but she dodged them, pushing the blade through the soft tissue under their chin. She looked up at Sam who was pushing a demon from his dagger, blood trickling down his forehead and blurring his eyesight. Mar continued to push forward through the masses a fiery energy burning in her chest as they continued to fall.

Mar made her way down a flight of cement steps with Sam right behind her opening into a large industrial room. Seven large figures stood to the side, they gave of a frightening air and were glaring at Dean with muddled red eyes. Mar's heart dropped into her stomach. The creature to the from of the group had Kris tightly in his grasp, an angel blade fixed to her throat. Mar and Sam ran, the concrete echoing under their feet, to stand beside Dean. Mar glared at them, her jaw set as an intense anger filled her. The lights glinted off of the blade, catching Mar's attention with each movement.

"Did you clear them," Mar asked Dean under her breath, turning her intensity momentarily to him. He nodded and her heart lifted a bit. The creature who held Kris moved his head as if he was going to speak but stopped, the words still in his throat, as the lights started to flicker. Mar turned around, watching as Cas and Lucifer walked up behind them. Their eyes widened when they saw Lucifer. Cas stopped beside them but Lucifer positioned himself in front of them, lifting his hand to snap. The other six turned to run but the one who stood in front, stepped forward, plunging the blade into Kris's throat.

*Snap*

The creatures vanished with half uttered screams and smoke but Mar hadn't noticed. Her eyes were locked in horror at Kris's lifeless body. She ran, falling to the ground beside Kris, hardly noticing as the concrete ripped at her knees. The blood was already seeping into the concrete, tattooing the ground with crimson horror. Mar felt as if her blood was boiling as the room spun around her, like someone had reached into her chest,squeezed, and twisted. She opened her mouth as if to sob but no sound came out. Her throat ached with the unuttered cry as tears trickled down her cheek. Mar moved her right hand, leaving her angel blade discarded on the ground, to Kris's back. She touched her slightly, apprehensively, as if she was checking for something unknown to her. Every sound and chill now drained from the room, replaced with tears and the sticky coating of blood on her hands.