Mar's eyes glared at her own in the mirror, their green somehow duller than usual. Her short black hair was skewed and upturned in various places, portions of it matted to her cheek from tears. There was a thin layer of dried blood along the side of her chin. She wasn't sure how it got there but it didn't surprise her in the least. Most of the time, after hunts, mar would simply jump in the shower, washing away the blood and guts of her kills, with what was always a small amount of her own blood. She walked closer to the mirror, her face becoming framed by the rusting edges, and turned the water on in the sink. She placed her hands in the warm stream before lathering them with the bar of soap on the counter. She rubbed and rubbed until a plethora of bubbles formed around her skin but as the water washed them away the dried blood was still there. It crusted the edges of her fingers and various parts of her hands and forearms. Mar grabbed the soap again, rubbing it violently on her skin before washing it off. The blood remained. She tried again, rubbing as if she was trying to wash waway something beneath her skin. The blood began to peel away but a soft tint remained, the blood along the edges of her nails refusing to leave. A scream threatened to escape her mouth but came out in the form of a sob. Lucifer had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. All she could see was Kris, her lifeless body coated in blood, the blood she couldn't wash from her hands. Mar pulled her arms in, clutching Lucifer's tightly, the soap and water seeping slightly through her shirt. She leaned back against him as the tears continued to pour down her cheeks and a small scream managed to escape. He guided her down to the cold tile of the floor, holding her still as she collapsed.

The flames flickered as they always had, beautifuly, freely, with destruction in their light. Mar had always loved fire, until it grew into normalcy, with burnt graves and too much collateral damage. Now, now the flames grew into something different entirely, like they stole all of the hope within her, as they danced to the same flames within her heart. Her face had fallen and she was watching the funeral pyre slowly burn. Lucifer was standing beside her, but slightly behind, one hand wrapped around her waist in support but she barely noticed it was there. Dean, Cas, and Sam were standing on the opposite side of the flames, watching with solemn faces. Sam kept glancing over to Mar with worried eyes. The night seemed darker than usual, perhaps it was because of the lack of stars or the brightness of the fire that seemed to make everything monotone. The flames had already eaten away at the tarp they had wrapped Kris's body and Mar suddenly decided she had had enough. With a slow movement, she removed Lucifer's hand from her waist and went back into the bunker, grabbing the whiskey from the Library, and settling down on the floor beside the table in the kitchen. She took a sip straight from the bottle, sucking the sharp liquid between her teeth before setting the bottle down a bit too hard on the floor.

"How you doing, kid?" Dean stood over her, looking down at Mar and then the bottle.

"Peachy," Mar's words were sharp with her sarcastic tone and she snatched up the bottle again as Dean squatted to be more eye level.

"Well, I'm not gonna tell you not to drown it in whiskey, that's Sammy's job but when you're ready to talk about this shit you know where to find me. Mar forced a smile at Dean, who stood up again and patted her shoulder before leaving her alone again in the kitchen.

It was well into the night by the time the fire had died down. Mar had eventually stumbled back to her room a few hours before and Lucifer joined her later. Sam, Dean, and Cas sat at the table in the kitchen with beers in their hands (and two already empty by Dean's feet). The mood over all of them was still solemn but Dean coughed and looked up at Cas.

"I was thinking Cas, with the whole Mar-Lucifer thing. You said all angels have soulmates right." Cas looked at him curiously, his head turning slightly sideways before answering.

"Yes, that is correct." Dean took another swig from his beer and leaned backward in a bit.

"So, where's yours?" Cas looked uncomfortable with the question, his expression changing into an odd expression neither Sam nor Dean had seen before.

"Ya, Cas," Sam leaned in, "It hadn't crossed my mind till now but that's a good question do you have a soulmate?" Cas was looking nervously at both of them now, at Dean's relaxed expression and at Sam's slight, cheeky smile. He cleared his throat and glanced at Dean's bicep before returning his gaze to his eyes.

"Well, about that, Dean."

*2 years later*

"Icarus," Mar laughed as the hellhound rubbed against her legs. It looked like it would eat you in a second but she swore it acted like an overgrown house cat. She ran a ring-clad hand over its head with a smile plastered on her face. Mar took another step forward down the hall but the hound ran in front of her legs again, nearly tripping her. "Jesus," she steadied herself with a hand on the wall so she didn't fall and laughed again. "Get," She laughed again and moved him out of the way with her leg. He trotted happily behind her as she continued down the dimly lit hallway to the large doors on the throne room. Mar found Lucifer inside, sitting sideways in his throne with his feet propped up over the edge. His hand was resting on his chin with single finger flickering over his lips. He seemed incredibly annoyed at the demon who was reading something off of a clipboard with a nervous grin on his face. Lucifer perked up when he saw Mar walking toward him, righting himself in his chair and shooing the demon away with his hand. The demon was a bit taken aback, staying a moment and looking from his clipboard to Lucifer, as he clearly hadn't finished whatever he was reporting but with a threatening glare from Lucifer, he hurried back out the door.

"Well, hello there," Mar laughed as he stood to meet her. He leaned down, kissing her tenderly in response. Lucifer glanced behind her and smiled, "Ya, he's been following me lately, I'm not sure why."

"I don't blame him," Lucifer grinned his signature devilish grin that she loved.

"I wanted to let you know that the boys called me up so I'll be gone for a few days," He frowned at this and took his seat again.

"The Winchesters, always stealing you away," Mar scoffed light-heartedly.

"You just don't want to deal with those shit's with the clipboards," Lucifer tilted his head to each side, considering it before smiling.

"They suck the life out of you," His whole demeanor changed and he groaned like a child that didn't want to spend time with the 'pinch-your-cheek' kind of relatives. They actually had a pretty good system. Lucifer ruled hell for the most part with Mar by his side. She handled the logistics, the books, the souls, and Crowley dealt with the surface. It was rough for a little while when they first decided to come down there but Crowley was surprisingly amicable. Mar guessed he always valued to the power and preferred Earth. This way he got both and everything ran smoothly.

"They need help on a case and I haven't seen them in a while so I'm going. Tell them to wait and I'll deal with them when I get back." Mar bent over and kissed his forehead, "And if Martin bothers you with his ideas on the soul maximizing feel free to feed him to Icarus." Lucifer laughed at her and returned to his position crooked position on the throne. Icarus whined and Mar scratched behind his ears before making her way out the door and down to their room, swinging the packed duffle over her shoulder.