Set after my story, 'The Walking Dead'. Spoilers for Season 6. My own AU season.
And then Came Adam
Adam stood outside Bobby's house.
He knew Sam and Dean were inside.
It didn't take the dusty old black car parked outside to clue him in, or the sound of Dean's barked laughter to let him know they were there.
He just knew.
The same as he knew how he had gotten out of hell.
And it had nothing to do with his brothers.
The word churned bitter in his mouth.
He also knew what he needed to do now that he was back.
"You sure you can do this?" the man standing beside him asked.
Adam nodded, his face cast in stone. "Yes."
"Okay then," the shorter man smiled.
It wasn't a friendly smile.
He patted Adam on the back. "Go on then. They're waiting for you."
Adam nodded then started towards the house, his feet loud in the quiet of the night.
His brothers were in that house.
They had made his life hell.
And his death, worse.
Well that was about to change.
"I'm back," he whispered as he raised his hand to knock, a faux smile already plastered on his face.
He knew they'd be suspicious and would test him.
He was okay with that.
Really he was.
Because as soon as their backs were turned?
He was going to kill them.
And then he'd finally be able to rest in peace;
his Heaven, a doorway, marked in Winchester blood.
He'd finally get what he deserved.
The King of Hell promised him so.
The End.