Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Supernatural
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I may have been here for days. The sunset and sunrise have merged, forming an indistinguishable amount of time. Not that it matters anymore. My day will come soon enough. Through the blood, sweat, and tears I poured into every moment attempting to spare the life of my only friend, I was left with nothing.
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There's a rustling in a dead bush. Its leaves dried and turning to ash. It's just the wind. Again. Earth has long been separated into two parts: survivors and the dead. Adam's mother was amung the dead. Adam is at least grateful for the fact his mother passed before she could see what he had become; a killer. A tyrant with no real pourpose. Adam continued walking down the fractured shell of a road, passing the occasional fire or roadkill. It was getting dark and he needed to find a place to nap. Adam learned he has to be alert at all times due to the creatures that roam the streets freely, like humans used to.
How long had it been since he's seen another human that hasn't been carved open like a turkey? Three months? four? It doesn't matter. Its not like they can help. He notices a small warehouse amung the burnt down and broken into small businesses. When this place was bustling with people, his mother took him to buy a toy here. But that was long ago. An empty lot lie where the toy store once was. Adam makes it to the warehouse and scopes it out. Along the outside Adam draws Devil's traps and warding signs. He gets inside the building through an open panel in the roof. It's dark so Adamuses his phone to create a small lamp. Fire was a bad idea because it creates smoke. Smoke tells people where you are, and Adam didn't want anything finding him.
He rests his faded, brown leather bag on an over-turned crate. He sits on the dirt floor and removes his jacket. Adam takes a map of the United States out from his back pocket and unfolds it. The map is old and worn from months of folding and unfolding. Adam has marked the places he's been with a black "X" and the places to avoid with a red circle.
He's traveled over 4,000 miles total. Half walking, half driving in abandoned, hot-wired cars. Adam really had no place to go, he just planned to travel untill he found a safe enough place to call home. He looks over the map once more to check his location before folding it up and putting it back in the jacket pocket.
He rolls his jacket up like a pillow and lies down. Adam is a light sleeper. Always has been. It used to be a nuscence, but now it's vital.
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There's a very light treading noise, like someone walking on gravel coming from the back of the building. Adam opens his eyes, slides his hand over to his bag and pulls out a large hunting knife. He quietly stands and walks over toward the noise. He crouches behind a small aluminum wall. Then there's a louder noise like someone kicking a tin pail and a figure stumbles into view. Adam grabs it by the arm and twists it behind its back, placing the knife near its neck.
"Who are you?" Adam asks coldly.
"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to-"
"That's not what I asked you" Adam growls
"You have 10 seconds to explain to me why I shouldn't kill you." He states menacingly, moving the knife closer to the figure's neck.
"I-uh- I'm not here to hurt you. I-a-are you A-Adam?" The figure stutters
Adam tightens his grip on the arm pinned behind the figures back causing him to moan in pain.
"How do you know my name?" The blonde demands
"I need your help. Please. I need to talk to you" The boy pleads.
Adam hesitates for a while but reluctantly releases his grip. The boy stumbles into the light and turns to face Adam with a pained expression, massaging his sore shoulder. Adam remains on guard, eyeing the other boy looking very untrusting.
"My name is Samandriel. I'm an angel." The boy says cautiously
That's quite the opinion of yourself" Adam says sounding half sarcastic, playing with the knife to resemble a warning.
"So are you going to tell me why you're here?" he asks sounding less than amused.
"I-uh-God sent me to guard you, Adam"
"And you're actually expecting me to believe this?" Adam questions while packing up his things.
"Well, yes. He told me specifically: 'Find Adam Milligan and guard him with your life. Do not let anything happen to him'".
"Uh-huh...Well that's tough shit. I don't need any protection" The boy states, slinging his bag onto his shoulder and walking toward where he came in. Samandriel follows him
"Where are you going?"
"Dunno."
"You're just going to leave?"
"Yep."
Adam climbs on top of large crates to reach the opening in the ceiling, climbing further away from the angel.
"Uh will you help us?"
"Nope."
"What? Why not?"
"Not my problem." Adam shrugs and disappears from view.
Samandriel is wearing a concerned face. There is a fluttering noise and the angel appears in front of Adam on the roof, startling him.
"I'm sorry, Adam but we need you." Samandriel states before placing two fingers on Adams forehead. Before Adam can react he goes limp and Samandriel catches him. He looks down at the limp figure in his arms and frowns.
"I'm sorry. But I have to do this, Adam."
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