Maxine smiled. She had been hunting with the Winchesters for six months now, and had killed pretty much everything under the sun. So when she heard the knock on the door of her motel room, she wasn't surprised. Cas probably wanted to check on her, or Dean wanted to make sure she wasn't shooting the wall like she had in the last motel. She opened the door, eyes on her nails, which were caked with blood. "Whatcha want Cas?" she asked, picking at the dried blood.
"Maxine." Max looked up, that didn't sound like Cas, Sam or Dean. A brown-haired twenty-something man stood in front of her, hands in his pockets. Maxine eyed him suspiciously, and then yanked him into her room. "I know you're an angel, but who?" she asked, running her hands through her hair. "I hope you're not a friend of Uriel's beacuse if Cas finds you, he'll kill you." she hissed. The angel rolled his eyes. "Present." he said, handing her a vial filled with a blue substance."How?!" Max whisper-yelled, wrapping her arms around the angel. "You got it back!" Max opened the bottle and sucked in her Grace. "Well, that feels a million times better. You have no idea how hard it was being human." She sat down heavily. "Oh my father." she muttered, holding her head in her hands. "Oh my God. I was, I was an archangel wasn't I?" The angel nodded. "I, I was her. I was Maxael, Lucifer's mate, and the only one who stood by him." She looked at the angel.
"Yes. Michael killed you. You were reborn, but everyone thought you were just another lesser angel. Gabriel knew. So did I."
"And who are you?"
"Lucifer." The angel replied. Maxine chewed her lip.
"I missed you." she said, and smiled.
"Missed you too." Lucifer said. She kissed him, and he kissed back. Several thoughts ran through her head, mainly "Kissing Satan is a bad idea" and then it was replaced by "Who gives a shit?" Maxine sure as hell didn't. He traced the swallow tattoo on her wrist and smiled. "Pretty." he muttered. Maxine nodded, and rested her head on his shoulder. "It's good to know who I really am." she mumbled. "You have no idea."
Lucifer woke up at some ungodly hour, Maxine's head on his bare chest, their fingers intertwined. They'd lost their shirts at some point in the night, but their jeans were still on. Maxine's soft white singlet rode up on her back to reveal more tattoos. Her purple hair smelt like almonds and her chest rose and fell. Castiel would probably come in soon, demanding that Maxine get up. Lucifer slid out from under Maxine and pulled his shirt on. Then he left, teleporting back to the cage. His father and brother were incredibly stupid. The cage wasn't holding Lucifer, he was choosing to stay there. He biding his time. He knew his true vessel would be ready soon, and then he would leave the cage.
Well that escalated quickly. I honestly have no idea where that came from. Probably the dark (and fucked up) recesses of my mind. If you want me to delete this lemme know.