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It was easy for him to find the young blonde, Michael's back up vessel much like Nick was he's. He would watch the boy, it was just him and his mother, however there was a time where once in a while the Winchester father would visit the boy. The boy, Adam, was nothing to him a spar piece in the greater game. Much like Michael, Adam was a good son, while his mother was away he would dutifully clean the house, finish his homework and prepare a meal for his tired mother when she returned.
However he was still a young male, with young male urges, sometimes he caught the boy spread out on his bed. He watched as Adam pressed his head back into his pillow, hips raising and twitching as he poured lotion on his hand. Pants open, shirt pushed up, toes curling as he pulled on his hard shaft, the boy was a pretty site as his breathing labored occasionally biting his lip as if he knew someone could hear him. Coming with a huff and groan Adam looked unfairly debauched, eyes at half mast and limbs relaxing into the mattress.
He didn't know why he kept watching the boy, something to do while the demons flushed out the other Winchesters he told himself.